Don't tell Mr. Ippy
He's leaking a lot.
He'll protest until you're
Convinced he is not.
And, don't tell Mr. Ippy
He's losing his hair.
Oh, he'll rant,
And he'll rage
He's so very much there!
He is an awful nice person
When you're not around.
He's quite level-headed,
With both feet on the ground...
Though sometimes he seems
Just a bit overwound,
He's friendly as can be,
And acts quite neighborly.
So, don't tell Mr. Ippy
His voice has a squeak.
Just nod on and off,
And let the man speak.
Perhaps he's a something
We all ought to hear!
He has things to say,
So we should lend an ear.
Don't tell him his eyebrows
Keep moving around,
Searching for something
They haven't yet found.
And they really don't like it
When we notice them twitch.
As if we've just witnessed
They're losing their stitch.
He'll tell you you're mad,
That you've rust in your clinker,
He'll think you've gone daft,
That you've frazzled your thinker.
And he'll steer clear away
When you come into view.
He'll start to believe
What he's heard about you.
Don't tell him
We know he is no
Although he's been
Boasting of that
For a year.
And don't remind him
His glasses are
Three inches thick.
Or that the frames
Seem to look like an
Old licorice stick.
He's a feisty crustmudgeon,
An ornery bloke.
He's an eccentric old dodge,
From irascible folk.
Yes, his tempermnent's so
That it frightens the day.
It chases the doodads
And whodones away.
So, he yells at the sun -
That it's far, far too bright.
And when it is done,
The man yells at the night.
And when night has finished,
And twilight is here,
Mr. Ippy, convinced that
He's made his point clear,
Heads off to bed
Where he sleeps in his tree.
Somehow that seems
Perfectly normal to me.
He's one of a kind,
When there are two,
Or three near.
And we really don't mind
Just don't call him peculiar,
Eerie, or queer.
Don't tell him he's
Goofy, or dull,
He never will listen.
And he'll do it with grace.
With such grand denial painted
All over his face.
From the right roundy eyebrows
That skittle and skee,
To the erld yeller somethings
That ought not to be.
And trust me,
Cannot take much more.
Sometimes it is better
To simply ignore
The oddness of people
Who seem a bit strange.
He is set in his ways,
And he never will change.
And the man's every right
To see things his way.
He's every good reason
To be him today.
And I'm not one to smidg-ell
The blue from his sky.
I'll not ruin his cheery-do-fair,
Why should I?
He's always been a right
Singular fellow to me.
He is as fine as
A bloke ought to be.
Copyright © 2013 Richard D. Remler
"Love your neighbor as yourself;
but don't take down the fence."
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”.
I could tell you how every stupid Taylor swift song I hear reminds me of you.
Or how I'm drowning myself at the expense of my liver.
I could tell you I'm covering my lips in
Red lipstick hoping someone will call me out one bluff.
I know you'll regret leaving me; you always crawl back with broken promises.
And I could tell you how every east coast band I hear brings tears to my eyes.
I could tell you how winter is the most depressing
Time of the year for me because
Everything I see
Everything I do
Everything I hear
Reminds me of you.
And I just want to tell you one thing...
I am doing in everything in my power
In my heart
In my mind
In my body
To move on from what you ever said
It's almost time again
to draw up resolutions,
vow to be a better __
cross our fingers for a good,
Hair has always been really symbolic to me
It represents youth, change, and familiarity
Long hair especially, it always sticks out
It's just more boyish to have long hair
And when you cut it, you suddenly become a different person
It's almost like once you choose to stop growing your hair
Long in the boyish way
You're an adult now
And I really hate that change
I hate when it happens to people
And it happens all around me
I'm never cutting my hair for good
It's too precious to me
I won't go through the pain that I go through when all of my friends get their "hair cut"
So for Christmas this year
All I ask
Is that you grow you hair back
So I can have the little boy that I used to know back
Because I miss him so much.
Cue the ever-prominent darkness;
Wake up in night, and feel the chill
Of snow and of the stress
Resting on the window sill.
Feel it all around you;
This giant contradiction
Of happiness and tears.
You never spoke, but always knew
Of the below-zero affliction
That covered you in frost each year.
Cue the endless strings of lights;
Let the trees and houses glow
But it’s all an effort to block out night;
This you hate, but this you know.
Fear of midnight skies only rises
When snowflakes start to fall
And time seems to slip away;
We get by with our harmless disguises,
Forcing our minds away from it all
Until we wake to the light of day.
Cue the tray of hot cocoa;
Pair it with a candy cane
The warmth is sweet, but it is faux
And the mint walks you down memory lane.
But you don’t want to remember
No, you don’t want to relive innocence
You can’t go back to your Santa Claus days
For you want to love December;
You live the month with wistfulness,
But you cannot ignore the pain.
Ady was a troubled kid, but he didn't use to be that way. Now, he almost never smiles and happiness has become an outdated concept to him. For a seventeen year old boy, he was unusual. He sulked in the darkest thoughts of his mind, with his head held down in disdain. He had black hair and dark brown eyes that would always stare at the ground, looking at his every footstep. No solace in his life existed, for he was overwhelmed in his thoughts, lost in a world of nonconformity. He thought of himself as a slave of society, forced to be confined to the strict rules set upon him. His mind, however, adventured to break the chains of bondage, no longer detained to society’s norms.
During school, he was despondent sulking in his own thoughts, while teachers became agitated that he was falling behind. Ady knew what all the answers were, but kept quiet, so his fellow peers wouldn't look at him with repugnance. He felt that he was surrounded by ignorance, only to be comforted by himself. His thoughts teased him, pressuring him to question his every action.
He sat down in the cold seat of his English class and stared blankly at the bare wall in front of him. His headphones were blasting music, but he could still hear the remarks made by his classmates. Instead of paying attention in class, he soon dozed off into his own dark thoughts, once again.
"Why are you here, Ady? What possesses you to keep coming to class? You don't even pay attention!" His thoughts were devouring his mind once again. "Your parents have put so much pressure on you to be just like your brother. Why are you falling behind? Your parents aren't proud of you anymore. Look at you; you are nothing. You're making yourself look like a goddamn disgrace." His thoughts wouldn't stop persecuting him.
Ady whispered to himself quietly, “Please just go away. I don’t want this right now.”
”What do you not want? Me reminding you how much of a failure you are? You should know it by now, how your teachers whisper to each other about how you were such a wonderful student. Now, you are just a disappointment. No one cares about you. Your peers think you’re demented.” Snickered his thoughts, “You are only killing yourself, Ady. Doused with drugs, alcohol, and pills, you have become derelict. Might as well kill yourself now.”
"Will you just stop fucking with me!?" Ady shouted.
Suddenly, his classmates turned around in awe with wide eyes to see Ady sitting in the back. His teacher, Mrs. Beck, stopped reading Huckleberry Finn and stared at him blankly with her jaw dropped in shock. Realizing that he said this out loud, Ady grabbed his textbooks and stormed out the classroom. He sat on the nearest bench in his school’s courtyard, his palms placed upon his forehead, reminiscing on what he had just done. "Now everyone is going to think you're a disgrace and a delirious lunatic." His thoughts boasted. Tears streamed down his face with his face cradled in the palms of his hands. "Oh now Ady, don't be a coward. Why are you crying? Because you can't get rid of your thoughts or that I'm haunting you to the point of timorous suicide?
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" Ady asserted, shaking his head.
"Because I am a part of you, you can never get rid of me. I will haunt you till the day you leave this Earth, which might be soon, since you're thinking of killing yourself." His thoughts teased. Ady didn't know how to respond, so he solemnly walked home in the cold November weather, with his thoughts still taunting him.
The next day, Ady returned to the class he absconded yesterday. He walked in right as the bell rang. "You're late again, Ady." Said his teacher, Mrs. Beck. Ady ignored his teacher's remarks and sat in his seat, while his fellow peers whispered about how Ady had boasted out of class yesterday.
"Do you think he's on drugs?" said one of the students.
"I don't know, but I've heard rumors he was placed in that mental institution, Holly Hills." replied another student.
Even though Ady had headphones in, he could still hear what his fellow peers thought of him.
"They're just jealous, Ady. Don't pay any mind to them; they will all pay their do's soon." His thoughts echoed in the cobwebs of his brain, even louder than they were before. Abruptly, Ady felt a slight pinch on his shoulder and saw that it was one of the girl's sitting behind him.
"Ady, are you okay?” exclaimed the young girl, "You ran out yesterday and I was worried about you, I hope you're okay now." The girl's name was Ester; she had hazel eyes that matched the freckles on her cheeks, with long light brown hair. Her lips smiled from cheek to cheek as she gazed into Ady’s eyes. She had known Ady for quite a long time, and had even gone on a couple dates with him, but it didn't turn into anything serious.
"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." said Ady whilst turning back around to face the front of the classroom. Ady knew Ester meant no harm, and that she constantly perturbed about him. But why would anyone care about him, especially her? No one else paid him any attention, except for Ester. Ady didn't know the answers to his questions, but he did find solace that someone cared for him.
3:18 A.M. Tuesday, November 18th
"Ady, wake up. It's me again. Did you hear what your friends said about you? They said you were in a mental institution and that you turn to drugs to help you cope. Are you just going to let them get away with that?" murmured his thoughts.
"They're not my friends, not even acquaintances. Why should I care now what they think of me, they've said rumors about me before." replied Ady.
"You are such an ignorant young boy. They've been doing this ever since you were in Elementary school. They think you're insane, in fact everybody thinks you are. Your parents, friends, teachers, classmates, and even Ester.”
"Shut up you have no idea what you're talking about! “Proclaimed Ady.
"Oh, but I do. You should be locked up in a mental institution, one of those padded rooms, where you can't hurt yourself. Or better yet, hurt other people. You like the idea of pain, don't you? So, why do you only inflict it upon yourself, and not others, you selfish prick!"
"Get out of my head! Get out! Why do you do this to me!? I don't want to hurt anyone!" shouted Ady. He grabbed a syringe full of Heroine from the second drawer of his nightstand and stabbed it into the inside of his elbow; he slowly injected the drug into his blood stream. His dark brown pupils dilated and soon fell from his bed to the carpeted ground, without his thoughts there to torment him.
Ady woke up around noon, and decided to go to school. However, he injected another dose of Heroine to ease his nerves, and hopefully eliminate his intrusive thoughts. He also took another bag, but his one was not full of his usual textbooks. Three G17 Gen4 9mm pistols, two Bear OPS switchblades, and one Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol. Ady, of course, obtained these weapons illegally, and kept them under his bed in his old guitar case. He wore a dark black coat and a black bandanna over his face, to make sure his identity was not revealed.
When he arrived at Saint Augustine High School, he was immediately noticed by one of the teachers, Mr. Hills. Mr Hills had been Ady’s Advance Placement Chemistry teacher, who he had known for quite a long time.
“Ady,” exclaimed Mr. Hills, “why are you dressed like that? Don’t you need to return to your third period?”
Ady slowly took out one of his 9 millimeters and aimed it at Mr. Hill’s forehead. Once he saw the gun Mr. Hills took off running, but Ady shot him directly in his spinal cord. Mr. Hills fell to the concrete sidewalk, blood escaping his body and painting the ground a crimson color that matched the autumn leaves. The sound of the gunshot was heard throughout the school, causing the emergency bell to start blasting a high pitched ring.
"Wonderful, our presence is known." His thoughts echoed. The school suddenly went into lock down, teachers started locking the doors, turning off the lights, and students frantically hid under their desks. Ady wasn't naive, he knew what was exactly going on. First, the teachers and students had been notified that there was a deranged psycho loose in their school. Second, the police and SWAT team were on their way to stop Ady in his path.
Ady proceeded down the hallways of his school, where all the doors were shut and the classrooms were dark. His footsteps echoed in the hallway, and he could hear the gasping of breath inside the classrooms as he passed them. He slowly strolled to Mrs. Beck's classroom, and jiggled the doorknob just to see if he could get a reaction. He did. With as much force as he attained, he kicked in the door. The students hid under the desks, screaming and terrified they called out "Please, don't hurt us. Please. Please have mercy." Ady smirked at the sight of their terror.
"Why should I be merciful towards you?" Ady claimed. He then took out his semi- automatic pistol from his black book bag and aimed it to the boy closest to him, who was cowering under his desk. His name was Matthew and he was one of the boys that had harassed Ady since he was eight years old. Ady then preceded to the shoot the boy in-between his green eyes. His blood plastered the wall behind him, while his head lay adjacent to the crimson wall. The whole class shrieked, not for the boy, but for who was going to be the next victim.
"The way I see it is you can either be the victim or the culprit.” said Ady, "However, you guys drove me to this, and so I think of you as both." Ady thus opened fired on the whole class. Mrs. Beck, the boy who sat next to him, and the girls who used to flirt with him. As the bullets fired, their blood piercing screams were heard throughout the school. Though, through the midst of chaos, Ester was not injured. She stood as a gleaming symbol of hope, while blood and lifeless bodies covered the tile floor. Her palms in her face, she wept hysterically under one of the desks. What had she just witnessed? Why did Ady not shoot her? Traumatized she looked around at twenty-one lifeless bodies lying around her, and then she looked at Ady. Ady gazed into her eyes and walked away. No emotions. No words. Nothing.
The police and SWAT team surrounded the school, but luckily Ady surrendered. He had gotten what he wanted. Revenge. But, revenge is not a substitute for justice. Ady was now locked up in Cherry Grove mental institution. There, he was alone with his thoughts again. He wanted to escape from everyone who had ever done him wrong. But the one person, who caused Ady to go mentally ill, in which he could never escape, was himself.
I have not left you
I don't detest you
admitting to still holding that fire in my palm
that i meant to extinguish
that fire burns for you
i have it locked up
it's not gone
but it's not really here either
in other news
I'm not gone
I'm still here
my voice is soft
but the poems still come
i can still remain an
i am still an unheard companion
I do not know you
I do not see you
I do not hear you
I do read you
Words in black
background of white
Links of red
but that's just a side note
to my unmet family
I love you
...difficult to say
I choked it out
to use more accurate
I love more people
than i had previously thought
i love you like a sibling
i find you immeasurably attractive
I love you more than I love myself
you may be my enemy, but i will die for you
My voice dies
at the end of a long year
the snow falls silently
matching the soundless rhythms
on my breath
my heartbeat churns
like the magma beneath my feet
which is pretty far down
but not really
blood like fire
or like metal
or like water
burning, binding, flowing
biting, toughening, eroding
Snowing like hell, and the cold still eating out my bones
I still lingered on a bit of sadness, of the past
But i was better.
My best friend tried to kill himself
i said to him "Dont to that man!"
he apologized and said he never do it again
"You better not! now lets play some games, you idiot."
he smiled and sat his in chair and i sat in mine.
I got a new haircut
with the sides of my head shaved
i looked like a mushroom
i liked it, wondered if it changed the thoughts of people bout me.
She still talked to me, though i didnt want to talk to her , i did
she made me mad , but i wasnt dwelling in the past.