Boom Boom
Bam Bam
You hear that?, It’s a heart that beats for you.
It kicks and flips and dips for you
It wraps love up and unzips for you
Boom Boom
Bam Bam
You hear that, It’s a heart that stays with you.
It drops and lifts the day for you
Would cross the milky way for you
Misses you by night, so it choses to pray for you
It would go away or stay for you
Boom Boom
Bam Bam
You hear that, It’s a heart that breaks for you.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
1. I'm sorry
2. Every time I look at you, I don’t really mean to
3. I’m sorry
4. I’m sorry
5. I wish love didn’t feel like a boomerang that I cast out but can never seem to catch
6. If we formed a band, I’d hope we’d be called something cool like The Cure or Naughty by Nature
7. You’re the only person I’ve dreamt about lately...and it’s pretty weird considering we don’t talk
8. I don’t know how to start a conversation with you, hi is too little, hello is too much
9. Have you ever heard that one Modern English song? Ya know, “I saw the world crashing all around your face, I made a pilgrimage to save this human race”, It makes me think of you.
10. I’m sorry for making too many 80's song references, you’re a lot like them.
11. Strangers aren’t strangers anymore once they know each other, and friends aren’t friends any more once they become strangers, so what am I to do when my friends become strangers?, can we be friends again…
12. I’m sorry
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
When I gaze in your direction, I take off my glasses now.
So that maybe the fuzzy feeling in my chest can match my fuzzy eyes when they look at you.
How I went from there to here is thick, and hard to glance through.
You go from beautiful in detail to unrecognizable and i think maybe that makes it easy.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
1. This is the first time you’ve ever talked to me after 17 years. So a resounding **** you” is probably in order.
2. You calling me buddy, calling me son, calling me in general ****** me off so much I don’t think you understand.
3. Yes you’re in prison, but why in the hell would I wanna see you there? I can’t punch you while you’re in prison.
4. You say you look like Jim Morrison, which really grinds my gears because I used to like Jim Morrison.
5. You giggled, saying that you needed to stay out of trouble, that’s ironic, I was raised to believe you were trouble. Like if I opened a dictionary, the definition would clearly read: “ Trouble: Your Dad”
6. I’ve written countless letters, dauntlessly imagined speaking to you, but it isn’t true until you are in front of me. I’m...Paralyzed as though the world has utterly managed to flip.
7. Hearing your voice already disgusts me
8. I don’t think you understand the amount of venom i’ve had spit into my veins, the amount of toxin, the evolution and evaporation I’ve undergone.
9. I’m not a mans man, maybe you can’t accept that.
10. I didn’t say much, but now I wish i had, and I think perhaps if I had tried, the message wouldn't be able to escape my mouth, like a woodpecker your existence poked at my brain, picked me apart, and...I love you dad...
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
***In bed
the quality of love
can be expressed
in quantity of time..***
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Music, the wind
I was a wave, upon the ocean
A leaf, free,
and floating untethered from the branch
In those instances, no longer mortal
I WAS every emotion contained in flesh
A bird, fearless
in a hurricane
I made love with every note,
every melodie
Crescendo, was ********
The music caressed every part of me
from the inside out
Kissed my toes,
as a long lost Love
Cradled my soul,
like I was a newly born child
To dance,
for me, was heaven
and hell
It is living and dying,
in an ethreal universe
where only beauty exists
For you, my friend;)
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
Do you taste it?
The ease and cool mystification she gives you…
The addiction like a passionate revival
Do you feel it
The gratification she grants
BAM you’re baked like a cake
Her lips like a love potion
Her hips like LSD and you’re riding the cool waves of Janis Joplin
Do you need it?
That midnight body on you like I did
Those ********* hands, that ********* tenderness
Do you **** it?
Like there is no tomorrow, do you make that body quease under you?
Little do you know she’s toxic, like a cigarette between your teeth
Swallowing the forsaken **** up that is your whole being
She is like a tear rolling down your cheek, exposing you.
You’re in deep and in love with a *******
Cigarette
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC
I wish my hands could explore your body like astronauts in the cosmos
Your eyes, like interstellar stars, connecting to the inconceivable constellation network that are your thoughts, like safe havens for space travelers.
I would pin you to the edges of a galaxy.
Kiss you like I were being ****** into a black hole and our lips were all that was holding me back, and as the dark unforgiving void that is something I can’t even comprehend begins to devour my being, I would be satisfied with this universal exploration of a life.
I would paint you into a celestial being.
Astronomers would gaze in awe.
No matter the eccentricity, My gravity would forever rotate amid such a pulchritudinous space.
Amid something so milky.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:32 AM UTC
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished.
You used to serve I Love Yous with my Morning Coffee.
Kisses With My Creamer.
Sing “You Are My Sunshine” With My Sugar.
Stir It up in a blender.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished.
You Used to ask Questions About My Day.
Serve Feedback With My Steak.
Sing To The Records That I’d Play.
I Think About You Every Day.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
Now Days and Nights are all too Similar.
Missing You Has Become All Too Familiar.
I Miss You In The Summer, The Fall, And The Winter.
I Look into the Mirror.
At My Figure Without Filter.
I Don’t Know My Mom, My Dad, Or My Sister.
Tears Flow Like a River.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
To Wake up at Midnight.
Write a Poem about the Moonlight.
Write our Names out and then Rewrite
You’re My Busted Up Brake Light
Unable to Fly Box Kite
Poems That I Recite
Late To School Stop Lights
Oklahoma Frostbite
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
Look at Every Picture.
Listen to The Scriptures.
Wish That I Could Be With Her.
Wish Our Love Was Thicker, and Richer, and Didn’t Go Quicker.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
When The One That You Love You Have To Unsee.
They What You Love You Have To Set Free.
Choice A was to Love, She Choose Choice B.
Call Me Rude, Hateful, and OutRight Obscene.
But To love You Like I Do Is Painful and Weak.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
Sometimes, I swear I can feel my chest concaving at the thought of you.
I find interest in the fact that sometimes I want to be near you, but sometimes, I wish you were an ocean away.
Sometimes I look at my mother, and pray I'm not like her, but other times, I wish I could be more like her because that would make my life so much easier.
Sometimes, I cry alone at night.
I sit unaccompanied and begin to gorge myself on memories and guilt that I am certain will forever haunt me.
And during the day.
I think about how many more days I must suffer before I can be me freely.
Sometimes, I wish I was as much of a physical man as my brother is.
Because sometimes, like when we have a relatives birthday, or a celebration, he is glorified for his ability to be ox-like.
And while I sit here only weighing 130 pounds and having the strength of a rubber chicken I feel as though every bit of breath I breathe is not with the carbon my lungs put out.
Sometimes I think about you.
And how you're with him.
And it makes me sick.
Because sometimes. . .
I wish sometimes didn't exist
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC