Talk to the hand!
drunk, slurry lines.
Tired, cracked, awkward straight.
About once or twice a week the jokes get old.
But I am not alone.
I learned one thing.
In the middle of the night they're all over the place.
Which is like a religion to me.
What the fffffff these,,. Bitches on?
Ya friends, textin me
When they're out,, drunk .. On the sceneeee
How/ : does it feel?
Probably worse.than it shouldd
,, girls are evil?
You fucking,: made us this '; way
I just wish I could start this poem as lovely as all of my others,
But you are just someone I cannot write about in a quick sense.
It’s weird because at first I thought you were just sort of a brother,
But then the feelings I had for you got a bit more intense.
I hadn’t talked to you since second grade and then you pop up again,
The first thing you ask is if I remember going to your 8th birthday.
And from then on our friendship was rekindled and that year was insane,
You were one of the only people who never ran away.
We were so close and just loved to pick on each other,
And you jammed to the blues with me in your basement.
We were best friends to one another,
“Maxine, I love you.” you told me, drunk and blatant.
The night you said that was probably one of the best nights I’ve ever had,
When you tried to dance with me after drinking whiskey.
I felt such an odd sense of being happy and glad,
Watching you fall asleep across from me on the couch, still a bit tipsy.
After that day I looked forward to every day just so I could see you,
And I know you’d probably think that was super cheesy.
But unfortunately yes it is cheesy and its also true,
I had fallen hard for you and it was really easy.
Fast forward to Thanksgiving break and it seems we are closer than ever,
Especially when you asked me out to see a concert.
Grace seemed to get quite excited and proud of you for being so “clever”,
Which got me wondering if you weren’t just friendly but now you were a flirt.
That concert was so much fun and I had never felt closer to you,
Especially when you were staring and smiling at me.
It felt like something was going to happen, I almost knew,
And something did happen around three.
We were laying in bed together just watching a movie,
When I feel you stroke my thigh.
To be honest at first I thought you were just being goofy,
But I moved closer to you and I complied.
Your hand went up farther until you were just outside my bodily love,
And I felt how much you wanted me at the moment.
I lifted the garment off of my hips and your hands were shoved,
Down into my wet warm body and my legs spread open.
I loved the way you delicately traced the dripping skin,
And how your fingers slid in and out of me.
I loved how wet your cock made me because it certainly wasn’t thin.
You were so huge and that was plain to see.
I just had to touch it and take it in my hand,
And then I needed to do more and take it into my mouth.
I didn’t care if this was out of the blue or unplanned,
Because I just want you to enjoy yourself and I’m already down south.
You almost broke my jaw honest to god,
But I loved every goddamn second of it.
Maybe I’m fucked up, wrong, and flawed,
But I just had to show you I love you I must admit.
I know you feel so upset and full of guilt,
And it breaks my heart.
But this friendship can easily be rebuilt,
Because I can’t stand for us to be apart.
I just want the guy I’ve known for so long back,
I want to hear your voice laugh at me again.
It feels almost like an attack,
Having this constant worry and strain.
I can’t keep writing because the tears are starting to flow.
But I know it’ll all be ok soon.
We’re both tough as you know,
We will make it through this, we are immune.
I remember the feeling began last year,
But those feelings weren't what they appeared.
Then after watching you toss in your sleep,
“Oh, no I think I like him,” My mind peeped.
Maybe its because the contours of your being,
Flow down perfectly, as if agreeing.
Maybe its your weird little laugh,
Or how you will defend me on my behalf.
Maybe its the way your fingers roam the guitar frets,
Every note sounding full and beautiful with no regrets.
Or maybe its because you embarrass me,
But somehow that makes me feel warm with glee.
Maybe I love how you dance with me when you’re drunk,
Doing the tango in the backyard as we crash into junk.
Maybe I love how you still cook food that fell on the floor,
Saying “Why waste it when you could have more?”
But maybe the biggest reason of all,
Is how my heart flutters as I feel myself fall.
And everyday I see your figure my chest fills to the brim,
I think to myself again, “Oh no I definitely like him”.
sweet, sweet boy
i've seen you a-sittin' there
waiting for that older girl
with those bright eyes
and kind smile.
now southern boy
dont you drop a penny
cause she's a rich girl with class
and yer not gettin' her chastity
and yer not takin' her money
cause yer a proud son of an ass
and broken boy
why you still not takin' no bandages?
cause yer stubbornness is breakin' er
when yer the one who's bleedin'
oh, i can see it all repeatin'
what you dont know is she loves you
and yer in love too
but all this time you been thinking its sympathy
got this idea that you mean nothing to nobody
boy it's hurtin' er
it's hurtin me
cause baby boy
i see you as my own
im a-thinkin' you need to take a stand
she might be a stunner
only one who don take you as a sinner
but youve been forgettin'
that though shes a fine woman
y'always been a real good man
seen you cryin' tears
shes paradin' round
with a polished fella'
but why you aint been askin' her
"whens the weddin'"
when you think its comin'
honey, no girl in love
shows up at some lib'ary
when theres a man who orders sherry
im a-sure you feel
but you don see it
and sure as nothin' do you believe it
waitin', waitin' boy
how long you gon be sittin' there
that girl gave you time
but you didnt use it
and now im crying'
i can tell theres still love
but shes been takin'
and now yer a drunk
lost, lost boy
im a-beggin' here
cause i know its not her fault
and she thinks it was
and now we both afraid
cause you not even tryin' a-hide it
but yer becomin' yer father
and he was filled with hate
hes a gone, gone boy
im a sinner with a prayer
that her husband dies
an he drops the liquor
and they both survive
but, hes an old, old man
his throat was still thirsty for liquor
and my heart was hungry for his touch.
Serpent like, we slid down the hall and found ourselves in shadows.
I also found the mistletoe straight above my head
but his lips only locked on a glass of Hennessy.
On New Years
( after the eve had passed )
he and I found home on the floor while our lips went wild.
It was good place to be happily drunk
with strangers and smiles.
But it's really all I want to remember.
was their anniversary. She spun her wrist round
flashing diamonds and jewels embroidered by their love.
I spun my mind trying to find
how the greatest gift he ever gave me was a moonlit kiss
even then I knew we were bound to be empty.
Well you know that I sip on my sadness, my dear,
Filthy palms, filled to the brim.
And I know that you watch those trains passing by
Dizzy eyed, still drunk with sin.
Your teeth reek of reality lately,
You smile facts, figures and cracked calcium.
Now, once more with cupped hands leaking, shaking
Delirium up to your chin.
Well I know that I’ve missed the point, honey
I should get it tattooed on my wrists,
But you know that you talk like firecrackers
So flinching gets awful hard to resist.
I make believe that I’m right like craters
make moons believe.
So I’ll comment on comets and ignore truths
popping between parentheses.
You say, “It’s fiction we live in
You play in pastels
and fake hollywood rhythms
and I’m tired, staring up at your screen.
You're addicted to this diction
My voice is lost, screaming
these words you keep stealing
and twist for yourself what they mean."
Sometimes we sit soaked to the waist in nothing
Fringe Wolves snarl, drool and moan;
I’m afraid that this desert’s left them starving
They crave marrow within bone.
Dripping teeth, curled clawed toes and howling
I swear they feed every time that we breathe.
By cinderblock, flashfloods or whirlpools
Just drown us properly.
Well, one day we’ll resurface to find ghosts reborn
from hallowed shells of Fringe Wolves
Who waltz wicked and crooked a foxtrot to show
sometimes loss is beautiful.
And when I ask for your hand you’ll look tragic
like you never saw what I see
When you walk away, I’m toe-tapping
to some song you kept whispering.
You say, “It’s fiction we live in.
It’s intended for men like you,
but I've watched you drain out in my palm."
This clothing, from bedpost to box-spring,
It's all wax-coats and smoke screens,
live lit-candle lasting
When did skin begin to fit wrong?
So when they ask for me at the after party
With neon eyes and harlot tongues,
You can tell them I traded this stale air in
For forest fires and tornado lungs.
'Cause I’ve been reading up in matchbooks
how to ignite with star-gazer eyes.
So feel free to maintain your Truth
but pardon me while I burn up in Lie.
What is it about
want to kiss me
but when they are
hands no longer
melt into my skin
they no longer
to see me
in their presence
You ignore my texts and screen my calls,
seems you're playing a game.
You said you'd come
but you never came.
You said you got some news because you're back in school,
you're just drunk.
You're so fucking cool.
Between some nasty tweets and some rude texts
I guess you're just a dick of a guy,
but I like you more than the rest.
you are no one
darling i'm lost
you are the only one that has my back
and you are no one
I hear the echoes of all the laughter of these times i forgot to enjoy
in every half-step between breath and anxiousness.
I know you will remember that i loved you all until it hurt
and that helps to alleviate the guilt of making it my aim to miss.
I can't help felt, i crash standing up
between the spaces of my grace and shamelessness
I have left up to my haphazard luck
and you are no one
a howl in the night maybe
you are a ghost
that only whispers in my ear
when i've lost all sense of self-control
and i've become no one
you know I know you did it
darling i'm drunk
and i know you know i'll just forget it
because we are no one