Kissing Frogs

You were a tadpole, an insignificant tadpole out of millions. You were in the murky waters that you called life and you were swimming around, half blind and meeting death around each bend, your life having the guarantee of vanishing any second. And yet as you tangled up in the reeds like millions of your siblings who met their ends in the same way, I saved you. I saved you from a fate much worse than just a mere enemy. From the millions I could have saved, it was you I chose to nurture. It was you I picked out from the indistinct watery depths and it was you I saved in my little glass jar to take home with me.

I cared enough. I cared enough to find you my empty fish tank and assemble it so that you can live. I treasured you so much that I made you a comfortable home on my window sill, in that glowing glass tank with pebbles and reeds to match your liking. Was it not enough?

I loved you. I loved you enough to place you in a sunny spot on my window sill so that you can sit on a pool of molten gold sunlight and sunbathe, and I would watch you, entranced and enthralled as the million colors of the sun struck off your beautiful skin and formed the spectrum of our universe like some heavenly being. I was caught in your magic, in your beauty and design.

It was my love that made you grow. Day by day, my love made you stronger. You grew, from a tiny tadpole to a beautiful imperial frog. You skin had all the browns on autumn, all the golds of summer and all the greens of spring. Your colors glistened, glittered and glimmered, making me love you more. Yet, there was a wall that separated us.

How could I not love you? You, this beautiful thing that made my life so blissful, how could I not love it? And that itself was the root of my mistake. Love. I was so blinded by my love for you, I couldn’t see you for what you were. Then you tell me that there is only one thing that was truly keeping apart. A touch of my lips were all you needed to truly be with me, and to love you back just like I loved you.

I was a dullard. A blinded idiosyncratic fool. I kissed that forehead of yours, hoping that at least now, you would be mine. For they say that a kiss on the forehead signifies a bond of forever.

How more wrong could I have been?

You morphed into a beautiful prince. The moment my blessed lips touched you, you became this beautiful prince, with your beautiful eyes, breathtaking countenance.  The entrancing aura and ambience about you was ambrosia to my soul. I stared at you hungrily because I could never get enough of you. You were my sun, the centre of my galaxy. You whispered words of eternity in my ears. Did I believe you? It’s poignant to say I did. Your smile was heartrendingly beautiful and your touch even more.

I closed my eyes. A mere fraction of a second, I closed my eyes, to take it all in. To absorb the overwhelming sense of happiness, thinking to myself that you love back. When I opened my eyes….

….you were gone.

You were in the arms of another woman. A fraction of a second was all it took for you to leave the person who loved you for so long and cared for you. To leave the person who salvaged your battered life and gave you the kiss of life which made you into who you are.

Was I heartbroken? I suppose. Yet, more than heart ache, what lived inside me was disgust. Disgust and disbelief. Disgust that such a beautiful looking thing with a diamond facet of colors could do something so full of spite. Disbelief that you could be so heartless towards the person who loved you more than anything.

I took my leave. While you were being kissed and cuddled by another woman, I exited the stage. Did you remember the way I comforted you and held you to me? Does it feel the same? Does she say your name the same way I did? It doesn’t matter anymore though.

I thank you though. I learned so much. I learned so much that I could add to my life. Thanks to you, I would not make the same mistake twice.

Frogs come and frogs go. Us fools, blinded by what was and what will be and not seeing what is kiss these frogs. Yet, frogs will always be frogs. They won’t be princes. They may look like valiant knights, yet deep down, they are frogs. A true prince never was and never will be a frog.

You were a frog. And that is what you shall always be. 

People like me

People like me are scarce under the sun
We thrive on the lost art of good clean fun
We'll never be done when we start to talk
We can while away and evening on a lazy walk
We're not boring, oh not at all
We can keep you interested, winter or fall
People like me, we love to entertain
Although, admittedly we are insane
We fish out a topic and start a debate
We're ready made clowns, yes it's our fate
People like me are, ahem, refine
People like me are hard to find
We love romance stories, the cheesy ones
We're subtly sarcastic, talking in puns
We love to joke around, people like me
We always qualify as excellent company
People like me, we could land you in jail
And try to take you out without posting a bail
People like me, we're smart, fun and kind
Our type on Earth has vastly declined
We loves to make chaos and make it right again
Some people simply call us a pain
Oh those silly people, what do they know
They're simply stupid, inefficient, slow
People like me, we have mothers who tell
"Child, one day, you will surely go to hell"
People like me are extremely rare
People like me, we need good care
We are not threatned by silly little things
We face it with pride, whatever the future brings
We hold our chins up with graceful dignity
Oh wouldn't you love to be a person like me?

 

"I ain't gonna do a thing that you like

I'm fine and dandy with the me inside"

- Weezer, Pork and Beans

Musing

I will always be yours.
Always.
Just hug me and don't let go.
I want to hold on to you and break down into the tears that I have been keeping
Just keep your hands around me and don't let go.
Please don't, I need someone to hold on to.
Just let me cry my tears onto your shoulder.
I want to hear your heart beat as proof that I can hold onto you.
Just stroke my head and let me cry.
Hold me in your arms, don't let me go.
I'm helpless.
I'm confused.
I'm lost.
Comfort me, just comfort me.
Say everything is okay when I know its not, because just to hear you say that is amazing
Call me from your nick names
Tell me stories.
I need someone to hold on to.
Kiss my forehead.
Wipe my tears and let me cry again.
Listen to me as I talk about Mom and Dad.
Kiss me.
Kiss me as I cry.
Kiss me when I push you away.
Hold me close to you and hug me.
I'm yours to keep.
Kiss me when I wont let you.
Stroke my hair and kiss me again.
Hold me tightly, don't let me go.
I'm scared, don't let go.
Lace my fingers with your warm ones.
Listen to my heart beat and let me stroke your head.
Hold my hand and never let go.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that I'm your flighty little nutcase
I need someone to hold on to.
Tell me that you love me over again.
Say it to me over and over again.
Say that you love me till I break down and cry.
Say that you love me till I kiss you back.
Tell me that you love me till I say I love you back.
Kiss me.
Tell me that you love me.

O

O, is that your nose running?
Here, I caught it

O, is that the sound of your heart drumming?
Here, I tamed it

O, is that your tummy aching?
Here, I'll soothe it

O, is that your hand shaking?
Here, I'll relax it

O, is that your throat so sore?
Here, I'll heal it

O, is that you asking for more?
Well there's, no need to ask...
When you have me at hand (and at heart)...

Shades.

A multifaceted emerald?

It has no name.. just a glow.

The beautiful shades in a whirl.

A calm quiet blue, a slight green tinge

Light, soft, ever fading into moonlight

Like mist on a forest fringe

Catching the lights with flecks of gold

Like drops of happiness and warmth

Like the face of a young girl bold

The aqua of a rainy morning glow

Fresh, crisp, and so new

Shades changing, shining slow

The browns of autumn leaves fall

Ocher, amber, orange and red

The colours of a lovers call

The green of new leaves of a canopy ahead

Lustrous spring! Oh burning bright

All the shades of brown on his head

The sage green of the ribbon in her hair

The green of a fresh apple from a tree

The olive of her dress

The sapphire of the ocean

The warm, inky azure of the skies

The green in his eyes.

The colors of his eyes.

Those eyes.







"And every breath we drew was Hallelujah"- Leonard Cohen

A Lil' Mean

Your eyes are gray, so blue so green
A facet of colors I see
But you HAVE to argue with me
You're so stubborn. A lil mean.
And I like your hair.
Cause it makes me stare
But you're just a little mean.
Shut up or I'll seduce you
And such BAD thing's I'll do
Cos I'm just a lil mean
But I admit it
That I'm evil.. A BIT!
But you don't. Cause you're mean

We like pecans and I like beans
I'll handcuff you to the bed
Tug the hair on your head
Cos I think I like being mean
I'll make you say my name
Just watch me, and you're to blame
For every horny lil dream
Yes you are handsome
But you're being a dumb dumb
But its better than being mean.
I don't feel very decent
I feel like a penguin for some reason
Its you. It's you being mean

You Jade me, and you make me dream

With the way you nuzzle my neck

I try to keep my self in check
But you have to go and be a lil mean
And make me say your name

Yeah I know it sounds lame

But you know we're an awesome team

Anubis and pecan butter

Cupcakes and give me weird flutters

And you don't really like whipped cream

We'll go to The Gully and be bad

And I'll give you the best time you had

Cause you know I'm a lil mean

And we're both just a lil mean.

You whore.

Come.. and go

That's what you do.

He's a pawn of your game

It's always the same

You're talented, you know how to woo

Play mind games all day

It's what you like.

Confuse him, berate him

I feel sorry he's so dim

But I was too, until your strike

Go on your knees

I know you are skilled

He must be loving it

Oh maybe you're using your tits

To have your carnality fulfilled

Moan his name

It's his favorite sound

During your bed time

I know it used to be mine

When it was me, not him, around.

So tell me, is he

Another one night stand?

Maybe you want him for two days?

Or just until your lust abates?

But I know you don't give a damn.

I pity the fool

You are fucking right now

He must be so thrilled

Because you love to get drilled

And then, you'll break the vow

Do you stroke his hair

Like you used to do to mine

He must moan at your touch

Does his hands claw and clutch

At your marvelous deceptive design?

My heart beat used to race

To a degree of near death

Does it happen to him too?

Do you get deja vu?

When it reminds you of me when he draws breath?

Do you still smile innocently

And tease him like you did

To me, when it was us?

Do you still make a fuss

And drive him as well, wild?

I have never regretted

Anything more

Than wasting my time

Thinking you are mine

When you slammed the door

I do not care

You're a cold hearted bitch

That's all I have to say

Because of the way

You dumped me into a ditch

I hope he continues

To fuck you good

Because that's all you want

I'll remain nonchalant

While you claim to be misunderstood

I pity him sometimes

But I pity you more

For all what you have done

While you have your fun

By tomorrow you'll be gone for sure

Was it your fake sob stories

Or your well contrived lies

That made him fall for you?

Does he believe you'll stay true?

Does he see the wench you are in your eyes?

You do what you do

Kick him also to the floor

Like a burnt end of a ciggarette

But my only, sad regret

Is that I ever loved a whore

Sexual Remembrance

How did it feel?

Did it feel real 

When you stood with her

And held her hands?

What did she say?

As the two of you lay?

On her white bed

Did it feel planned?

What did you think?

Did she fall for your winks?

Was her hair silky?

Was her skin lush?

When you kissed her deep

Did her heart leap?

Like it happened to me?

Did her cheeks flush?

Was your voice that sexy rasp?

When you popped her bra clasp?

And nibbled at the melons

That she bore?

Hickeys did you leave?

What did others percieve?

When they saw her clothes

Scattered in the corridor

And did you look down

With your cute half frown?

As she obediently went

On her knees

Was it fire and flame?

Did it feel the same?

Did her mouth work magic?

Did she tease?

Was it a purr

When you spanked her

That you heard coming

From her throat

I bet she felt lost

When you were her boss

I bet she struggled

To stay afloat

Was it pure lust?

When you did thrust

Into her, how loud

Did she moan?

Was her orgasm strong

Did it last long?

Did your conscience stir

When she groaned?

When you tied her to the bed

Were her lips red?

As mine, when you did

The same to me?

Did she beg for mercy

Amongst your cursing

Tell me, how obedient

Really was she?

Did she say your name?

Like me, while she came?

Was she convinced that

You would stick around?

How was her reception?

To your masterly deception?

She did she go on fours

On the ground?

And when the sun shone

Did she find herself alone?

And your side of the bed

Empty and cold?

After such a fuck

Did you just chuck

Her to a corner 

Of your memory hold?

You loved my wit

But in truth it was my tits

So tell me now

How did it feel?

After you fucked her

Did you remember

That you did the

Same to me?

Midnight Sex

Her panties lie innocently on the floor

Right next to where his vest is a pool

A ray of light through the half open door

A bedside carpet made of wool

His belt hangs sadly, silver buckle gleaming

From where she took it off and threw

It dangles from a chair; clinking, redeeming

As a portrait of a man watches them in rue

Her red high heels, pointy wicked heels

Grin from where they lie near the bed

Moonlight bathes the bed in slivers and peels

Shining on her raven-locked head

His shirt lies rumpled, sad and forgotten

Thrown on to a floor cushion sitting by

For this was their night of hope begotten

The room resonates with his ecstatic sigh

Her bra holds on to dear life

As it swings on a polished bed post

Lacey and feminine, it seems to connive

White and frilly; a disembodied ghost

His trousers on a settee in the corner of the room

Wonder how they got to be there

The soft aroma of her lingering perfume

Diffuses through the calm night air

Smiling up at the ceiling, his shoes

Are glad to be rid of his feet

The carpet on the floor merely looks amused

As the bed shakes in passion and heat

The night is warm, the room is burning

An inferno as it duly ignites

The once neat sheets are jumbled and churning

Through the scorching midsummer night

Clothes and possessions scattered all around

Watch silently as the fire catches on

Consuming heat and love, the sound

From the bed on which they lie upon

The night is young, and so are they

The scattered clothes will serve as proof

As the passion flares til the break of day

The shoes and the panties watch aloof

Spectrum: Converse of Colour & Conversation

He, a grown young man of twenty, looked intently at her.  She, the girl of seventeen stood on the front porch of her house. Not quite a woman, but more than a girl.  She was dressed simply in black low rise shorts, a body hugging blue motif t-shirt and on her feet were a pair of bright red Converse All Stars.  When he saw her shoes, he smiled and looked down at his own his shoes. On his feet was a pair of black Converse. He raised his head and looked back at her. Her gorgeous long black hair fell in waves over her shoulders and under the yellow light of the porch lamp, she had a mystical radiance. His traveled up and down along her long legs, her perfectly curvy hips and paused at her neck; where a white-gold necklace glittered, nestled comfortably on the hollow of her throat. He held his hand out to her and she gracefully accepted his large warm hand in hers. 

They walked along the moonlit road, the leaves of trees rustling softly in the warm gusts of winds while fallen leaves blew across the ground as if dancing. Together they walked, hand in hand, their converse clad feet moving at the same pace. Her soft blue t-shirt clung to her body in perfect curves and the laughing wind playfully tugged at the soft strands of her long, black hair. It glistened under the bluish light on the moon. Occasionally, they nudged each other as they walked and he was warm against her. All was silence because mere words would not satisfy what they were feeling. Their interlaced fingers symbolised more than just a connection. The leaf strewn road stretched far and they walked slowly. He was at ease. The tensions that ran high earlier during the day seemed so far and so long ago now. He stole a glance at her. It was always like this ever since they met. He always put her at ease. He remembered their first meeting.

She was seated along with several other hopefuls to try out for the upcoming school drama production of the year. She loved to be on stage because she loved the rush of it all and the pure pleasure of getting a role to become your second nature. She was seated, nervous, sweaty palms and furrowed brow. He walked in, his bag slung casually over his broad left shoulder with the unmistakable air of a popular school student. He had his English book report in his hand and he groaned when he saw the line of people seated for auditions. This would be mean he would have to wait till all the auditions were over to hand in his book report to the teacher. Employing some of the choicest of swear words mentally, he sat down next to her, clearly frustrated and annoyed.

After a while, he began to get restless and bored. He tried re-reading his book  report, but that reminded him he did a bad job anyway so he started to observe the girl sitting next to him. Her head was dipped down and she was reading something. She was dressed in black skinny jeans and a loose fitting white tank top. He could see her yellow bra straps clinging on to her shoulders and he was dearly longing to snap them, as he would have done to other girls. But something stopped him. She adjusted her poistion and crossed her legs and she saw that on her feet were a pair of dark blue Converse.  He looked down at his feet to see his own pair of dark blue Converse and a voice in his head admitted that it was a strange situation. They were wearing the same shoes. She had long black hair that sprang from her head in perfect waves. The hair was falling over the left side of her face like a long black curtain and she had tucked the hair on the right side of her face behind her ear. 

When he saw her face, he saw that she wasn't striking as some girls he knew. She wasn't what he would call hot.  After a while though, he could see that some of her features when taken separately, were quite perfect. She had high cheekbones and tanned, glowing skin. Her dark, sooty lashes were long and she had a subtle hint of a dimple. He then noticed that she was restless and made up his mind to ask her what was wrong. 

"Hey are you okay?" he asked her.

She turned to look at him, her eyes full of surprise. "Hey.. umm.. yeah.. Just kind of nervous" she replied with a small smile.

"But why? I mean if you're confident and if you know you want to do this.." his voice trailed off.

"I know I want to do this.. but I don't know. I really badly want to get in" she said worriedly.

"Okay.. Tell me why. Tell me why you like drama" he inquired.

She smiled and suddenly she seemed to relax. "Oh I love being on stage! It's like.. a canvas. And it's up to the actor to splash paint and turn it into a work of art. His or her masterpiece. I love you connect with a role and then you become the role in your acting. On stage you tend to think of what is going through your role's mind in the situation, how would your role react. And the rush of it all! It's so magical! The stage is a page to let go of all your inhibitions and fly. It's literally like flying. You let lose of all your insecurities and thoughts as to what others might be think and you completely let go and you lose yourself in your character. And more than that, I am so happy when I am on stage, I feel like I can do anything. I don't feel scared" she said. "I should stop talking now" she added and he smiled.

"You just stated that you don't feel scared. So why be nervous? It's like you said isn't it? Be your role. I'm sure you'll get in.." he replied. 

"I hope-" she began to say, but her sentence was cut off in mid sentence when a voice called her name.

"Oh I have to go!" she said, standing up and dropping all her books to the floor. "Oh no!" she cried. 

"I'll help" he said, picking up her books for her. They both stood up together and when he handed her the books, he looked in her eyes and he had a funny notion. He gulped. 

"Thank you so much" she said, walking away.

I hope I see you around he thought, watching her walk away from him.

He was brought back to earth when she squeezed his hand and they both sat down on a familiar driveway of a well known road. She rested her head against him, on his strong shoulder. Her red Converse laces were tangled with his black ones. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her sweet smelling head, burying his face in her apple scented tresses. Her dark brown eyes found his deep hazel ones and they held the gaze, their laces tangled up and they hearts and lives tangled up around each other.  His large warm hand found the line of her jaw and he stroked it, admiring her simple beauty. His hand traveled down to her delicate neck and there he felt her heart beat thrumming against his finger. Suddenly his head was filled with a memorable song. 

You're my survival, you're my living proof that my love is alive, not dead.

Just she leaned in to meet his lips with hers, the first drops of seasonal rain hit them and the kiss was forgotten for the moment. They both loved the rain. He stood up, dragging her up with him and they walked to the middle of the lonely leaf strewn street. As they held hands facing each other and looked up to the sky, the heavens broke and the rain came down, pelting gently down their faces. He held her to him and his arms locked around her waist. He kissed her gently and then slightly more urgently and she was honey and strawberries as she melted against him, into her, the spark that ignited turning into fire and seeping through them like glorious, hot molten lava. She tasted of honey and strawberry and it was intermingled with the taste of the raindrops fallling on them. 

The kiss broke apart and he rested his chin on the top of her head, holding her to him. Slowly, they began to sway.  He was dancing in the rain with her. His hand curled in her damp, fragrant hair as their Converse sloshed, drinking up the rain water. The flowers turned their brightly colored heads to the oncoming rain and bathed in the rain. They swayed in place, their damp clothes clinging on to their skin, but they were not cold. He held her as they swayed in time, an eternal melody in their hearts as the rain continued to pour.

I'll be the greatest fan of your life