Oct 16, 2014

P- op

O- utstanding

P-  ops in your mouth

C- covered in salt

O-  usome

R- eal good

N- ice and tasty

Oct 17, 2015

I was a little dancing stone
Pop, pop, pop
My clumsy limbs and jagged words
Broke everything

Sarah Frances
Sarah Frances
Dec 4, 2014

For my Pop Pop
I want to see you.
Even in your frailty
As your bones shake in the gentle wind like chimes
I want to be close to you.
Your flesh is nearly transparent
The veins in your face and the thinning of your silver hair
Make you look much older than the 71 years
That have left rings on your skin.
Some say you were a poor father
And an even poorer husband.
You never got along with my aunt
Your daughter
Your beam of light shining through the sidewalk cracks
And she began to shine for other people
But her brightness reflected off of ice
And I know her coldness is not merely human nature.
Pop Pop, why were you always so kind
To my sister and me?
It's like we thawed your hardened spirit
So we could see the softness lying underneath.
Funny how it's just natural
For a three year-old and a newborn to make a grown man crumble.
I don't want to think about the fact that you may never walk again
Because your disease can never steal where we've been
Although, perhaps mundane
Steak-and-Shake, our rented condo,
And plenty of barbecue spare rib joints later
All meant the world to me.
I wish I could say something other than
The last time I saw you was on my sixteenth birthday.
It's been over a year since you stayed in the Sunshine State
And I traveled home to my garden
Pop Pop, it was hard as the years went by
The only way we got to know you was through $20 gift certificates
And the static on the other end of the telephone
On birthdays and holidays.
I wish I had called you more
Because now it's hard for you to speak.
Daddy said you had a shotgun subtlety when you spoke
"How bout them Phillies?"
"Oh....the cancer spread."
"Have you been to a game in a while?"
Pop pop, now I'm the one who's shotgun subtle
"How's the hospital food?"
I'm scared I won't get to see you
"How are you feeling?"
I'm scared you won't get better
I love you, Pop.
I'm scared.

Pop-pop had really dark skin.
Chase Graham
Chase Graham
Sep 15, 2014

Pop-pop had really dark skin.
Brown sunshine soaked within him and
heated up the prodded red kindling of a young heart.
Fingers were bruised
and cracked and torn along the palms
and insides and betweens of his nails.
Sometimes he would touch me
with those hands, pat heads
or rub backs. Brown leafy eyes
made sure to do most of the reassuring.
I don't remember a lot. Just a soft Delaware accent, and tattered overalls reaching up and around
a remedying belly where I would put my head.

#love   #nostalgia   #family   #simple  
Just Melz
Just Melz
Dec 21, 2014

Pop another two down
Take a good look around
No one saw the
The tears forming
I hold them back
As I wait for two more to kick in
Pop as many as I need to take
I need to be numb
I lie
Say the tears are fake
I cry
Deny I feel anything
Don't look at me
Now I can't breathe
Must be anxiety
Pop another three
Pretty little pills
Take this pain away from me
Without you
I feel the truth
I'm feeling used
Emotionally consumed
Pop a few more
Starting to pass out
On the bathroom floor
You were my cure
Now I'm disease ridden
I'll never be pure
But these pills keep the tears hidden
Popping all these pills
At least my story's already been written

#dying   #pills   #addiction   #pain   #drugs   #tears   #hurt   #sorrow   #story   #toomuchtohandle  
jonathan valonis
Jun 5, 2010

Pop, Pop pop, Pop, Pop, Pop pop, Pop,
Boom, Boom boom, Bfff, Boom, Boom boom, Bfff,
Shsh, Shsh Shsh, Ffwka ffwka ffwka,
Five, Four, Three, Two, Oooooonnnnnneeeee,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Boomdth, Boomdth, Boomdth, Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwochit,
Chwochit, Chwochit, Chwoooooochhhhhhhhitttttt,
Now get down, I get down, Now get down, I get down,
Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhwow, Bwahhhhhhhhh,
Vooooooooo Booom, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede,
Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Boff, Da, Dede, Dtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdtdt, Uuuuuuhwaaaaaaaa

Valo Salo
Valo Salo
Aug 7, 2014

say       something       sluggish         nonsense
about       swastikas;    never    say      a  word
about     what     you   really    mean;  control
every     image     and   never crack   a  smile;
erase    any   history   that    you    don't  like;
get   yourself  a  gun  and  play  with  knifes;
spread      rumours   about     your   abnormal
and    strange    religious  behaviours;     make
odd   symbols   no   one  including    yourself
do   not  understand;   confuse and    indulge
yourself      into      oblivion      about      y­our
superior     self;     surround    yourself   with
friends  with  odd behaviours  and odd  point
of    views;    pick    some     crucial  enemies;
behave          like     a     moron;       say      evil
disrespectful      and     rude     things     about
something  everybody  really   loves;     if  no
one  pays   attention   get  drunk  and drive a
car   without   a    license;   do   some    heavy
drugs;   get   into    some  violence;   fingering
your   suicide;     leave   everybody   confused
with   some   hints    about  your   sympathies
to    small    violent  groups    in   society;    let
yourself  wear and  be  seen  among  symbols
representing    all  that   is    harsh    and grim;
if    asked   limit your  language to  yes  or no;
if   nothing  of  this  works   die   young   pull
an automatic  gun  and    pop  pop   pop   pop
pop   pop  pop   watching   muthafuckas  drop.

John Cena
John Cena
May 14, 2015

in the bunghole
was a scattootle
scattootle bootle wootly?
bow wow slam dow sham wow
spow spow pow pow pop
pop pop pop
watchin nigga's drop

#nine   #did   #jews   #eleven  
May 20, 2015

devour the
shining, greedy
pop pop pop
blood leaks and swirls
you smile, eyes half shut
glass between your teeth

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