2011+Week+6

=Week 6 (ish)! The lovely Ms. Molly came up with this week's prompt: write either a) a love poem to an inanimate object; b) a love poem from an inanimate object to you; or c) a love poem from one inanimate object to another. Have fun with it!=

//Hairbrush//

Here she comes again, my beauty, my love, my sweetheart, my dove, the angel of all things wonder. She sees me sitting here and comes over pulling her hair down, from the top of her head, the lace of her gown, she lifts me up, holds me, brings me to her face.

Her fingers wrap around me in the sweet way they always do. Softly, she lifts me up to her hair, her long, auburn hair. The sent of chestnuts and dewberries and the way the curls wrap around me, trailing softly on the ends.

I want each strand of hair to touch my fingers, I want each curl to wrap around me one more time. She is beautiful as a fountain of gold silk and honey I want to stay forever by her, with her, near her.

But then she lowers me down again, removes her slender fingers from my waist, brushes her hairs from me and walks away again...

I watch her beautiful auburn hair bounce and trail behind her.

Will I see you tomorrow, my dearest love, my dove?

-Lincoln “Popping Weasel” Gray

From the Ant to the Foot

Despite the fact that I make a very satisfying CRUNCH at the moment of my death, I do not //personally// believe that I deserve to die. Oh, I know that you take great joy in descending from the heavens and royally **fucking up** my plans for the evening I beg of you just this once please don't. Don't take advantage of the fact that you are large <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I am small <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and end the precious little piece of existence <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that I have to call my own. <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">You see I have <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">a back, which is rather black and shiny, <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I take great pride in using it to lift things <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">many times my own weight. <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I am tiny but I am a very strong tiny thing. <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">You, my dearest lovely foot, <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">are a very BIG strong thing, <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I love you all the more for it <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">but please, <span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;">do not step on me.

<span style="color: #808080; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Ellyn "I wrote this in four minutes but I still kinda like it" Touchette

A letter to my left shoe.

To my left shoe.

Though you may be sinister, I can’t believe the trouble.

The trouble I’ve left you with.

You’ve been kicked down

And your dreams have been stomped on.

But I have to say, with the grief I put you through,

I can’t love you more.

You try to catch me even when I trip from running full sprint.

You’re tied tight to me even when the times are tough.

And let me say that my soul would have fallen apart if it weren’t for you.

Ripped apart by the sharp shards on which I tread.

No, you keep me alive,

But you’re falling apart.

Your well being is something that I can’t stand.

And as much as I’m indebted to you,

I can’t help feeling hindered by you.

You’re becoming unbound,

And your guitar’s missing a string or two, if you know what I mean.

The dirt you’ve accumulated from your abuse is evident,

And you have no hygienic thoughts as to wash it off.

It’s stuck to you now,

You smell like the gym locker room.

The grime reeks of the sweat, and yet you can’t see

That your very soul reeks of the pain of a past that can’t be forgotten.

The saying goes “If the shoe fits”

And I’m sad to say.

I’ve outgrown your immature habits.

And I want to live without someone that’s not been loafing around.

If you were a dog,

I would say heel!

Because thats what you need to do.

It’s time to part ways.

I’ve gotta boot you out of here,

And I know you’ll sneak into someone’s life.

But right now, I need to put my heart and soul into my own life.

Just like you.

Sincerely, Jason.

Jason “Dexter” Meuse

To Nutella

Oh how I love thee When I wake up in the morning, you are always there to help me up. At night, you help keep me focused, your rich,creamy, chocolate-y taste, fills my tastebuds with joy.

On bread of wheat or white variety, strawberries, animal crackers, raspberry jam, I would eat with anything and everything.

On toast, crackers, ice cream too on fruit salads, with peanut butter swirls, I doubt I could live without you, Nutella

Nicole "Fatty" Gile