fridge magnet poetry, or "what happens when you reduce the english language to a select few words"

Fridge magnet poetry, in my experience, always comes out sounding either deeply emotional...

shake me to the shadow
only to show me
my weakness

...somehow bitter...

she felt eternity trudge
pound
and fall through her
like drool over a honeyed winter death
aching with his cool beauty, a black symphony of woman worshipping man
but men are delicate and always they run

...dauntingly erotic...

as languid tongues part peach petals
delirious love milk soars frantic
over smooth white skin like summer rain

....or plainly silly...

want tiny gorgeous butt
must eat less chocolate

...perhaps it's just me.

In other news, I made my first ever batch of home made marmalade tonight, with oranges from my friend's tree. Poetry and cooking go together very well...

the little cook makes a sweetly bitter produce
burns it just a touch

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tinderriffic

Ever wondered what goes through a girl's mind when she's on Tinder? ugh, shirtless shot, gross - NOPE first photo is you drinking beer and pulling a finger sign? what are you, 20? - NOPE oh look you have a motorbike. and you ride it sometimes. look, there it is again. and again. ummm, do you have a face? oh there it is. - NOPE just one photo. just one? do you think you're so attractive that one single photo is enough to catch my interest? - NOPE oh look you're smiling! you have a nice open face. nice to see your eyes. no profile tho. hmmmm. ok but only because you smiled. - YES naked torso - NOPE naked torso - NOPE photo with bikini babes, seriously? why would that attract me? is it supposed to act like a reference? - NOPE naked torso - NOPE tank top with generic brand like elwood - NOPE four photos, none smiling - NOPE oh another smile! yay! AND a bio! AND you have interests apart from sport and alcohol. i'm actually swooning. - YES bio has snapchat ...

love is...

I first saw her in December. She was perched on the pavement, sunlight bathing her features, flowers in her hair. She had a look of calm, clean beauty about her and I was smitten. But I never thought she would be mine. I watched her through January, planning and scheming ways to entice her into my world. Her beauty was dazzling but I began to see that her style was not to everyone's taste...maybe she was within my reach after all? I told my friends about her, praised her character and charm to the skies; they all agreed that she was perfect for me. I dreamt of dressing her in pretty fabrics, buying her trinkets of colour and light, and spending my nights safely esconced in her embrace. In February I finally found the courage to approach her. Then, somehow, before I knew it, promises were made and she was mine! Want to see her? Here she is... .

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