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BLACKPINK Lisa
I haven't had much to do
since we gave up the marbles
when I'm asked to choose
playing hypothetical angles
I forget my attitudes
I tell them, like, pick me a fool
but the buds sit well and settle
too, they assume I've no lettuce
for in the landscape oomph is removed
and it's the rest to hop fast footed to
when I get my mind but in a hurtle
of nothing at all but thoughts soot
I see I'm mad, as I'm stuck rippled
I know well, and see the bigger good
I'm happy, appointed a cowlick statue.
Definitely worth a rethink
all my problems of mischief
so I took a banned degree
outside three hundred sixty
she was there on an ant hill
she'd no more on than the heat
spicy with no role in colony.
A long grief
seating feelings
softly whispering
what the crevice sees
a lime worries a twig
what hasn't it, sweet
sour, it says immersive
where no tongue leads
how meetings ours hid.
Seeing evil daily
never smells lately
amassing the amiss
no request appeasing
if any asking
it seems evil has me
so to hear isn't winning
how much as to read
isn't it to dream
we're ridding of visits
remaining flowery.
Nor is it my will
I'll have to in passing
get you up the hill
and whenever taken
by my shrewd shrill
calming, up, tilt it
it's as the season's green
to your nogging changing
it's hours clocking
a serpentine mourning
when the days repeat
yet better seizing grit
rewarding in remembering
is the hollow of memory
the awe in a new beginning.
It's kindergarten affairs once again
lessons for the boys to gain
why maim the girls, muting names
solo, walking the percentage
I wonder my flying message
it's a helicopter, no, an aeroplane
I dare say it isn't any they say
my reports are to show their place
my classes aren't what you mistake
it's rows and rows to maize
it's where matching minds olé.
A trifling quiver of faults
and a selling merchant spot
for all that I've got
as ugly as sin, a price bump
a bow, arrow and smock
still, you owe that you bought
aiming for a price cut
so when everything is yours
all hearts dancing bigot
leave a change of new worth.
Even births have a date
like when we took our fates
and wove words to soul mates
marionettes hanging to marinate
and do you think we'll fade
but with the crossing's end faint
I couldn't hold an age
car borne, I sped through the days
from Nineveh with every parlay.
Timing isn't what it used to be
it seems African, as if afro wigged
a blown soup with thyme missing
so to speak
the rails go on without the train in
of the goods in the gondola, a beet
but the chefs don't hold symphonies
I waited, but you never got to me
while in, nothing in there was sweet
to enjoy your beeming to the culinary
so exiting, I wasn't smiling
but we met, as I was to leave
my girl, all of her thoughts within
but the pink on her flustered cheeks
in that moment, as if time travelling
healing, I savoured my wine's finish.
Stretch the facts to a twist
in its midst is silly wit
you couldn't wish it
not at least as if remembering
mayday, was to get it cleaned
and we all felt up the scene
took it up like owning our visits
mettle let it up, but who knew
waned and aiming anew.
Fetch for finessing
seasons stairs interesting
at which I impress
my Sesame street.
For a new face by halftime
quarters past the highlight
down the orifice of fee line
a new woman buy
where it's puerile
it's two in the crowd's smile.
If all there is, is my bedroom
the lights wouldn't as they spool
they would hunch at the roof
lunging punches at it a foot
for soon in witches' Sabbath spoof
else the stabbed heart's foot
what ends in a poof
when journey mercies lay in proof
from all of my friends' swoop
fleeing away with hidden loot
showing mercy like Robin Hood
but never getting away any food
darkness fond at no combed book
I freeze them, weeping all of a bloom
and as a writer I find peace, my gloom.
When the goad takes a turn
the headpiece soars in gnaws
as if faming all it's to come upon
your eyes were a recharge rut
by the white, the only wall plug
holding me to my salty thumbs
fair to space bars that hold fault
your character pressed on a bond
how I could go on, sigh off in doff
from Saturn to where, still sat on
I missed her in every ringing rock
now smoothing puckered papyrus
for why, now, I'd found a freedom
tethering to you, roof remorsed
it'd but unlocked her own location
in a clearer séance, it'd say invitation.
The writing experience of every collection since its inception has been, simply put, a rush and a reward. I never thought I'd come this far so quickly, and it's all thanks to you, my cheerful readers.
I extend my deepest gratitude to the talented members of BLACKPINK - Jennie, Lisa, Rosé, and Jisoo - whose artistry and passion have been a constant source of inspiration.
This collection, in particular, was sparked by Lisa's captivating energy. Her spirit resonates throughout these pages.
Additionally, I would like to thank Cara Delevingne for being a magnetic force and an inspiration. Her confidence and creativity follow me into my next collection.
Thank you all for being part of this journey.