What I can not
You saw me right there,
giving you a helping hand.
You stood there smiling,
Knowing I saved your day.
You looked at me with questioning eyes,
"What else can you not bear?" You said.
"Stupidity," I answered.
Shocked, you bowed your head, perhaps in shame.
"Don't worry, I can't stand my own stupidity," I defensed.
Your face lit up and you laughed.
And I mean, 'yes if the shoe fits it would mean you...and me saying yes, when I could say no,' said I in my head.
Hush, hush
"Tina, I made something for mouse," said Phillip, my neighbor's son and a hyper-active eleven-year old lad.
"For mouse? What's that, a mouse trap?" I answered back, laughing.
"Nah, it's still jerry-built but I'm gonna let you see it when I'm done. I wanna do to mouse what you did to Tommy." He flashed a creepy smile and then munched in a mouthful of popcorn.
"Phillip, I told you not to mention that again, right. And whatever does that mouse did to you?"
"She did a lot," he said thoughtfully.
"She? So the mouse's a girl? You're really funny," I beamed as I pat his head. "Oh, there's Mickey coming," I pointed out the window to show that his mother's coming.
"Tomorrow, the mouse will be gone," Phillip replied instead. I jolted but I managed to let out a nervous laugh.
"Okay, I don't know that you're afraid of your house rats, huh. I'll gonna bake you blueberry cheesecake tomorrow. Just show me the rats, 'kay?"
"It's a mouse," he quipped as he stood up and walked towards the door. Before he went out, he said, "Tomorrow. It's a snare."
Morning came and I didn't saw Phillip or Mickey.
Whatever that boy is doing.
KRINGGGG!! KRINGG!! KRING!
"Hello?"
"Tina, it's done."
"Phillip?" then the line went dead.
Oh boy, this kid's acting strange since he was devising that whatever snare for the mouse. I'm not worried though, I'm sure Phillip can't even hurt a fly. I guess he's been grounded for today that Mickey found out about that snare. I need to check him out. I carried with me the blueberry cheesecake that I promised.
"Phillip, are you there?" I called out and I noticed that their door was left open.
"Yeah, come in," came his reply.
I put down the box of blueberry cheesecake in the dining table and searched for him.
"So how's your mouse trap? Did Mickey found out?" I asked as I drew near him, facing me and leaning on their sofa's headboard.
"See it for yourself Tina. It actually worked," as he flashed that childish smile.
I moved closer towards him and the next thing I knew, I freaked out.
"Phillip, what did you do?!" I shrieked, staring at him in disbelief.
"I told you, today the mouse will be gone," he mumbled while looking down.
"Mickey's not a mouse!" I protested.
"You didn't get it, did you? Mickey's the mouse. Mickey mouse," he reasoned out.
"She's your mother you jerk!" I shrugged his shoulders as if waking him up.
This kid's horrible. Lying in the middle of the carpet is a violent pose of a woman with eyes opened wide, tied up in a loose yellow knot with knives hanging all over her body.
"How could you do this Phillip? You're only eleven. She's your mother." I trembled as tears continuously fell from my eyes.
"Hush, hush," he said as he put his forefinger in front of his lips.
The very same words I told him when he saw me stabbing my boyfriend Tommy to his death.
@RubyPond, challenge accepted. :)
Marble Inscription
I still remember when you knocked,
three soft knocks at 3:33 AM.
Three white roses on hand.
"You're persistent," said I.
"For milady," you replied.
Though hesitant, I walked with you by the shore.
"Just this once, and come back nevermore."
"For milady, just this once and no more knocks on your door."
Swiftly has the years gone by.
The roses you gave me has withered and so am I.
The bed you have made for me
became a forlorn ground.
And finally, that early morning at 3:33,
you victoriously inscribed my name on this marble in exchange of thee.
Heard
I have a habit of shutting up.
'Cause you made me all too well for that.
Keeping my mouth zipped like I'm non-existent.
You speak for me like you know hella a lot.
You know for a certain that I love fries,
but you keep giving me burgers.
You always say Yes for me,
when I'm screaming No.
You make me feel like a fool
when I tryna force my own views.
So I just leave it that way.
I was not only robbed out of my freedom to talk,
to tell exactly what's on my mind.
I was robbed out of my identity,
So I hope dears, one day when I go,
You won't be confused with my favorites,
colors, shoes, dresses, musics and all.
Don't tryna cry on my grave
not even hearing me say, "I love you all."
Heart Hopping
Heart Hopping
Dashing dear, here comes a man
who slams me gently on the wall
yet kisses me hard.
Exactly the way I want it.
But I have to let him loose.
Ravaging dear, here comes a man
who riles me up, consumes me down
yet cares for me deeply.
Just exactly what I wish for.
But I have to let him go.
Fancy dear, here comes a man
who's seduction never fails,
kisses me right through my feet up to my nape.
Exactly what my body needs.
But I let him go away.
Reckless dear, many men still came.
But no more than temporary bliss.
I have my own and I need no man.
For all of them only fills their own ego,
and they weren't close to what I long for.
Love. Maybe it wasn't for me.
Heart Hopping
Dashing dear, here comes a man
who slams me gently on the wall
yet kisses me hard.
Exactly the way I want it.
But I have to let him loose.
Ravaging dear, here comes a man
who riles me up, consumes me down
yet cares for me deeply.
Just exactly what I wish for.
But I have to let him go.
Fancy dear, here comes a man
who's seduction never fails,
kisses me right through my feet up to my nape.
Exactly what my body needs.
But I let him go away.
Reckless dear, many men still came.
But no more than temporary bliss.
I have my own and I need no man.
For all of them only fills their own ego,
and they weren't close to what I long for.
Love. Maybe it wasn't for me.