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heinel ([personal profile] heinel) wrote2009-10-16 03:12 pm
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I am a feather light dessert – puff – puff – puff.
Baked to perfection, the scent of cheese sauce
whipped up softly with egg whites folded in.
Watch how my chest expands, filled with mushy
delights and baby, Oh! I am dripping cream.
Pay all your attention to me. Yes, you.
No, not you, you are just the same as me.
I am the sweetest treat sitting here just
waiting for you to pick. Come on, have a spoon.
Taste this super awesome slice of my soul.
You like it. Tell me you like it, a lot.
... I'm picking up a bit of a snarky vibe from you.
I am but another cup on the table;
hurt, broken, slit open, just an ocean of tears.
Will you look at me, please with sugar on top.
Why oh WHY do you have to be such a tease?
Oh No. Oh no. My chest is deflating!
I am running out of... Where is my Romeo?
Come and get me. Come and get me. Come and get me.
Now, now, now while I am still hot, hot, hot.


I read somewhere that people of my personality lead a dual life. Outwardly we are quiet and reserved. However, the image of tranquility masks our secret self – the psycho vigilante. In our secret life we devote all our skills into creating a terrifying arsenal of bizarre weapons to strike fear into the heart of evil.

It is true. This poem is one of my contributions to a better, more harmonious world. The target is an ostentatious, over-emotional nobody who dared calling me “snarky.” She is the epitome of evil. I made this poem to diss her stupid remark, then decided that while I am at it, I might as well diss her melancholic, self-loathing poem.

Shhh... You did not read this.

[personal profile] anarianothren 2009-12-10 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Just loved this one. It was basic and expressive at the same time. Thanks for writing and sharing!