Those flowers spill out
Over the sides like your soul spills out of your clothes
Onto the floor in front of me
Where I watch in amazement because you're everything I've ever Wanted to be.
The smoke of your husbands pipe leads the way
Through the door past the kitchen
Into the room where you lay
With chickens and pottery
You tumble out of your chair
And I
Tumble into your arms as if
It was my birthday instead of yours.
I would drive a thousand miles to eat your humus and hear your words.
You have everything I've ever wanted to have.
Teach me.
I will bring you as many tall vases as you want.
Teach me.
I will bring will make you as many flower arrangements as you need.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
I really like money, is that a shame?
If you don’t have money, is your boss to blame?
I want to keep my dollars,
I got bills to pay,
Less taxes, more money,
Hip Hip Hooray!
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
I brought you two large pizzas.
You only asked for one small.
You never thanked me.
It made me want to drive home without wearing a seat belt.
You know chicken is a premium topping, right?
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
I said I wished it was easier.
You told me you didn't want easy- just me.
It's a good thing you don't want easy because it must be extremely hard to love someone who isn't there... Then again, everything is easy for you.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
I miss lusting over boys who didn't want me back.
At least then I had an active imagination.
Now I feel nothing.
Nothing good, anyway.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
It has been seven months since I have posted a poem,
Seven months since I have closed a tome.
Signed and sealed, a book collecting dust,
My gilded cage open, now collecting rust.
High School heat gave way to the gentle ocean's wisdom,
My life has taken such a turn, **** no word rhymes with wisdom.
Maybe I no longer have such a need for these words,
When I look back I think maybe poems are for nerds.
Nerds and artists who take themselves too seriously,
And seriously what the **** rhymes with seriously?
But too seriously is not how I have learned to look at me,
I am slowly learning to be ok with being free.
Health and life and joy and passion,
I have opened myself up in a quite painful fashion.
And I must learn to be kind to my past distractions,
I must learn to embrace how I was divided in fractions.
Fractions that now are becoming whole,
And how beautifully the word whole rhymes with soul.
My soul which no longer desires depressions,
But a soul that is willing to ask these questions.
Love and aching still burst my chest,
The weight of my youth can drown out the rest.
But I have healed and grown in these seven months,
**** I have done it again, nothing rhymes with months.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
I'm not going to write a poem.
Because I don't want to jinx it.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
when she lays claim to you
(as only she can-
quickly, quietly, and through you)
she approaches me as an afterthought,
as if the damage done can be repaired
by this self satisfactory spewage,
as if the rising rage can be appeased
by convenient confession,
as if that would make me not want to knock the simpering smile from her ******* face,
as if.
looking at you is my least favorite game.
you smile and nod in my direction and i wonder if you can hear my chest cave in like a condemned house every time i hear you laugh.
was this expected? yes.
but it still aches nonetheless.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC
You said you're not a super hero.
I said you're full of ****
It's ****** people like him that deserve to be hit.
One punch and he's out.
One punch in the mouth.
He dropped like my ******* did when you told me about it.
You punched a potential ******
You saved a drunk girl.
You're a super hero in a less than super world.
The Sun's out with his guns out.
Have your contraceptives at the ready,
Because punching potential rapists is undeniably ****
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
"Don't get old, Bunny" She pleaded.
"Don't get old" She begged.
As if she doesn't know who ages me the most.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC