Molten Lava Cake

So I was checking my followers and omg, I've 170+ now, which is cool as fuuuuuck and made me all 'Omg people still luff meee❤!!'. So I clicked around, stalked a bit, and came across this poem on one of the blogs. My poem below is inspired by its first two lines, so thanks for that Zoha!

I was going to call this one Molten Lava Cake, because its all fierce feelings and shizz, but its love so its all yummy and chocolaty too. However, then I decided- actually, on second thought, f it.

 Ima call it Molten Lava Cake, as deep as that is.

Until anyone else can come with a slightly pretentious yet obviously cooler name in the comments? Please and thank you guys.

Molten Lava Cake

Your life beat strong beneath my lips

As I stretched out my fingertips 

Trying to hold on to you, to time

To keep myself in this moment so very alive

Your moans kindled a fire within
as breaths got heavy and hands wandered 

never still but then time slipped from the tips of hands 

 too shaky to be fully in command 

And rolled off crashing to its end

Pulled apart by claws and told to bend

Our nightmare took shape, dark and black

But you stood strong and I with you
As hands held hands and vowed never to

Bend or break or ever let go

They held on as the gales ripped through

And held on as the floods threatened too 

As the plagues plagued 

 as the minds cried

They held on with almost shaky sighs

The end was near, predictions bleak

 But in the end? 

Your lips beat life through mine again

Hands intertwined with you and time again

Hopeful and happy and holding on tight

Never giving up, not ever without a fight.

I've started reading Wallbanger by Alice Clayton so hopefully that'll be good.

xx

Chicklitgirl

And, I'm back.

I've been really neglecting this space here, and even though I'm the worst book blogger ever, it STILL feels like not fun and a sort of pressure to write really good book reviews. So yes, there will be reviews, but there will be other, maybe, hopefully probably, lots of other blog posts in here in which I just rant/rave/vent and that is all I shall do.

Here is a poem I wrote, inspired by a friend and her relationship/s.

Grilled Cheese

I still loved you in January.
They told me its okay to cry
I still loved you in February
They held me close and sighed
My heart held on in March
But the love refused to leave
And in April there were dreams
Dreams that I slowly weaved
You would remember me
As i remembered you
But May came around
And my dreams, slowly fell through
I still loved you in June
But breathing, it was easier now
I missed you in July
And in August too
But they were always there- and life again begin to bloom
In September there were chinks in the armour
But October bought change
It brought me all the hope I'd thought lost,
Brought in all the hope again
I did not miss you in November
I did not love you in December
And in January,
I love him.

I'd love for somebody to critically analyze it in the comments below. Or maybe a guess at the meaning behind the extremely deep title?

Its five am and I've been watching College Humor and Ellen for a couple of hours now and now my face hurts. 

Waaaaayyy too many lolz.

For getting into art school, my Dad bought me an S3. 

OFFICIALLY AN ANDROID GAL NOW BITCHEZZZZ

APPLE CAN SUCK MY DICKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

Except not really since I don't actually have one.

A dick, that is, not the S3.

Picture for proof:

Initial thoughts? 

Its way too big. That's what she said.

Midway thoughts?

Its slow.

After resetting?

I am also in love. 

Oh, happy new years and shizz.

xx

Chicklitgirl