commands

look in my face
and tell me what you see
riddle me my features
drape my insecurities
in dripping words of your own
emphasize my flaws
my good points

search in my eyes
tell me my story
in my wandering pupils
discover my depth
my character
speak me my words.

listen to my voice
hear the crickety cracks
that clue you into
the last time i cried
and the smile i gave that lady on the street
and my sinus-y cold
that lingers

taste my presence
inhale my scent
my being
my existence
put me in a nutshell and
summarize me
into a linear
paragraph
a five-part rigid essay
for my second period
teacher to grade

plague

(oneword.com again)

i'm plagued
with the sunbeams
that dazzle my toes
and wander down
my eyes
my thighs
i realize
the beauty
in the warm summer
touch
and my feet
they wiggle

i'm plagued
with the malt caramel skin
the always-tan look
that i may not pull off
but wear with a smile

i'm plagued with a thought
that maybe my plagues
are not plagues at all
but wonders
i just haven't seen

Beware

(another oneword.com poem)

Beware
her smile is not what it seems

Beware
the dark behind the seams

Beware
her hair hides glares beneath

Beware
her hands are at her sheath

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Her eyes bore into my soul
penetrated the mask I wore
day in
day out
she held out the mirror
and begged me to see
the person I had become.

flames

(another one word thing-though this is more of a song than a poem)

up in flames
go the days
of my me-mory,
hazy beyond my belief

and as they walk on by
i do sit aside and try
to remember what
the fire couldn't reach

all the things that i know
they were buried in snow,
that's what stopped them
when the heat all came around

but now that they've all skipped town
i have miles and miles surround
the flames they will no longer burn me down

Weakling

(oneword.com check it out, it's pretty cool. this was what i wrote in a minute off the word of the day weakling)

you are a weakling.
nothing compared to me.
balk in my strength.
let me sap your energy
my hunger will leave
your frame to blow away
naught but a paper cut-out
mist.
you cannot bear the burdens of society
you are not worthy
not good enough
to manage
alone.