We went to Texas and they said they missed us
Have to keep praying for a different pop song
I can't keep standing around your understanding,
that's a cue for our marriage to die
and you don't even have to ask why
I used to hear him crooning, which caused some swooning
I loved to be in love; having a heart beyond
eighties pictures and frat guys named Richard
************ to a new control
and I've never felt so whole
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
Hurting by the ocean waves
sand with blood, we all
learn to behave, when our
curtains catch no light,
and do not prevent the
squashing night
to give my child to another
and to abort a fetus, who
is or was his brother,
depending whom you ask,
of couse I wouldn't know,
so I numb with clothes,
money, and blow.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Computer bloke
trying to undress me
despite being broke.
If you don't have money
or aren't funny, honey,
I'll blend into smoke.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Pale denim ***
Jaw that cuts
through glass
Converse high-tops
Twirl your hair
Until my heart stops
Baby Baby Baby
Spread your legs for me
Spread your wallet for me
Because I ain't a lover
I can't open up for you
like you'd like me to
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
I have noticed a handful of things about Hello Poetry, however similar or dissimilar. I'd like to share my observations in poetic form.
I once was in love, but I didn't work out .
Please understand that my love
was unique and you wouldn't understand, but please understand
what you wouldn't understand.
My love is like (insert ridiculous description, regarding a storm, blood, or an event)
and my heart beats like a caged
monkey, pounding with **** covered knuckles.
Did I mention how intelligent I believe I am?
I shall now act confident so I can
compensate for this crippling insecurity. (Insert Will Hunting rant).
Metaphor. Metaphor.
******** metaphor.
Bloated poem
trying too hard.
Men are **** I will now rant
about how sexist they are
while being sexist and narrowminded.
Liberals! Conservative!
Hilary! Trump!
Liar! **** hair!
*** *** *** ***
*** *** ***
Something, something divisive.
Something, something,
******** philosophy.
Hey! Over here!
Look at this haiku about nature!
Hey! Over here!
Read my 67th love poem!
Ugh. You lot are dreadful.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
She is a spindle on my bed
Reminding me of my mumma
Sweating on my sheets,
naked, lewd, romanticizing me
Not knowing I hide her
from my friends and family
Not knowing I drink, pop
uppers, downers, as I prop
Up against the headboard
and as I watch her cradle
Her head between my
Half Caucasian, Half ******
Thighs, riddled with scars
Seven years old, one year older
Than the baby I gave up.
I wonder how I taste, how
I look, Do I taste like shame,
Do I taste like love forgotten
Do I look like the ******
The city girls gossip that I am
Can you see the removal,
The crib I threw my child from
The trauma that caused me to
Abandon him, to abandon me,
What will cause me
To abandon you
Sarah, my love, where have I gone
Why have I left you, bloodless,
Soulless in the pitch black dreary
Gravelled upon the smoothness
Of my deceitful, coarse projection
Sarah, I am sorry that my shame
Coerced me to run from your
Eternal rays downward on my
Dimpled, crooked smile, on my
Dimpled brown *** attached to
My snakey spine, what holds
My ribs, what protects my lungs
Which do nothing but breathe
You.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC