#tjenwrites

[tjenarts]

ok, so basically i wrote a song about aceness

reblog with a musical interpretation, if you like ^^

🧄 garlic bread

i jobbed around town,

always holding up my crown.

we met at a park,

felt a spark

and you made a flirty remark.

my lawn's not mowed.

my carlessness, it showed.

you liked my house,

met my pet mouse

and then took off your blouse.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

you knock the door.

i am sitting on the bathroom floor.

"you wank in there?"

say you, i stare.

"no, i'm just brushing my hair."

you snore a ton.

i unravel your messy bun.

you smirk at me

playfully,

and work your fingers up my knee.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

we part our ways.

i still feel your charming gaze.

i text you late,

say i'm afraid

and i don't want to get laid.

"just try new things."

you say, but the message stings.

don't have to try

to jump from high

to know i'll crash and die.

garlic bread!

freshly cooked, can you smell it?

i like garlic bread!

my supreme, can you tell it?

feel the garlic bread!

even vegan, you name it!

oh, garlic bread!

hunger rises, can't tame it!

netflix and chill?

get nachos, kill bill!

someone is 'hot', not pretty,

i forgot, pity.

may kiss on our lips,

no hands on our hips.

sleep with me,

we'll cuddle, drink tea.

garlic bread!

smell it

garlic bread!

supreme

garlic bread!

vegan

garlic bread!

serene

[tjenarts]

a poem of mine that is about reciprocated love that cannot be lived out. and as a result, my struggle at treating the beloved merely as a friend.

yes, I know "inquires" isn't a noun - if you can think of a better rhyme with a similar meaning, please say so ọ~ọ

🚇 eggs on love tracks

train tracks crushing under us

do not throw me under the bus

egg yoke smashed against the windshield

flushed to the sides by the speed we yield

dozen footsteps, nothing's slowing

doors swing open, wind is blowing

yoke and yoke hit glass and smeer

hearts beat fast in audible fear

>are these tracks full of eggs?<

a voice makes noise,

destroys any choice

of silence, we need violence

to restrain this train,

before more pain and bane

enter our lane, our brain,

our mind, rewind,

what is going on?

the dove of love

flew, someone new,

fixation followed adoration

a silence that tires, had many inquires,

her answer, no chance here,

although not just no,

we spoke, still could joke,

something broke, sometimes choke

on her yes and her no

now on eggshells we slow

down a ton, love has gone,

out the door, and i swore,

yet can i keep? still got a leap

of faith, a love I crave,

but a friendship grows

when the train slows