Heat

her appeal genetic
exotic
hardly cosmetic
fascination chaotic

forget psychotics
she offers bedroom athletics
making her magnetic
connection erotic

charismatic
enigmatic
attraction automatic
this heat poetic

Chaos

thoughts tangle
like unbrushed hair
questions quarrel
like school children
hurt hardens
like an ice cube
reason runs
like an athlete

inside of me

Note to reader: read this poem the way it's supposed to be read...

Boredom

Most days, it feels like
a part of me drifts toward
the ceiling
to watch myself
have inane and shallow
conversations about
broken fingernails or
my most recent pedicure

As I float around different rooms
in different places
I watch myself fervently debate the
arch of my eyebrows and I feel so
tired
remembering dreams I once had
I don’t remember saying that I wanted to
be a cliche when I grew up

I used to be an intellectual and
now all I can talk about
is my hair

Watching myself
detached
I realize that I have become
the type of woman
that I used to mock
before I got so tired and started
watching myself play
an endless game of pretend

Pretty Baby*

Written after reading Ginsberg

pretty baby he says
pretty baby he breathes
pretty baby come here
pretty baby don’t leave
pretty baby show me
pretty baby I need
pretty baby say yes
pretty baby believe
pretty baby where were you
pretty baby look at me
pretty baby stay here
pretty baby—please

*This poem is an example of anaphora which is a fancy poetic term for when the beginning of each line in a poem repeats the same word or phrase. In the above poem, the repetition of the words 'pretty baby' at the beginning of each line suggests obsession.

Rhyme Royal*

to be read while being beautiful

beauty is currency
honored everywhere
beauty--a master key
unlocking with pretty hair
her power is unfair
like new money flaunting big bills
real beauty takes little skill

a cross and a commodity
beauty dares
admirers to disagree
to disregard the blare
of her white hot glare
Burning but chill
beautiful girls fulfill

*mmmmkay, Darlings, this poem is an example of Rhyme Royal. This type of rhyme is associated with Geoffrey Chaucer, whose Troilus and Criseyde marks the form's first appearance in English. Basically, it is a seven line stanza with an ababbcc rhyme scheme. If I were really following the rules, each line would have been written in iambic pentameter. However, being the rule breaker that I am, each line in my poem has a meter all its own.

Persuasion

smile
laugh
touch
flirt

laugh
wink
flirt
kiss

wink
tease
kiss
please

tease
touch
please
smile

Untitled

i like pretty lies
more than ugly truths
deception can be satisfying
i can be
young
beautiful and
desirable
forever
so
lie to me
baby

Don't Lie

He wants to hit it and quit it
Of this, I have no doubt
I’m accepting—he should admit
He wants to hit it and quit it
Deception is lame, counterfeit
I’m not asking for a handout
He wants to hit it and quit it
Of this I have no doubt

Note to reader: This form of poetry is called a ‘triolet’ which is a poem or stanza of eight lines with a rhyme scheme abaaabab, in which the fourth and seventh lines are the same as the first, and the eighth line is the same as the second.
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Wordplay

To covet is covert
An alarm--an alert
Want is sometimes wanton
To connive--a con
Mysterious mistress
Assesses assets
Caress and confess
This sweet sweat
Marvelous, I marvel
Excellence excels
Here lives a heretic
My fantasy fantastic

Inspired by R. Frost

This is one of my favorite poems. It inspired the poem that I wrote for today.

Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

My Fire, My Ice

Fiery desire
Cold hate
Seems somewhat extreme
Unrealistic dictate

What about slouching toward nirvana
Or lukewarm interest
Tell me the temperature
Of a forbidden request

Must we burn
Or freeze
Forgetting the delight
Of a breezy tease

Perhaps sadness should boil
Oblivion could be mild
Survival of the fittest
Feelings gone wild