I'm always running late
And some may say it's fate
Or simply in my DNA
But maybe--just maybe
It's because deep down below
I know that when I die
My tombstone won't read
"If only she could be time."
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Danger, dirt and grime
penetrate my mind
With time, I find
I'm getting cruder
I flop to the floor
on bended knees
I weep for me
and only me
Because who else in
this Great Big World
gives a flying frisbee
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Acrostic poems shouldn't be reserved for the
Mildly ******** fifth graders who still can't identify
Arkansas on a blank map of the United States.
Real "poets" use formulas, too. Are you trying to tell me
Elizabethan sonnets hold more "poetic" merit
Than this skillfully crafted,
Thought-provoking
Ode to my favorite liqueur?
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I'm ******* everything out of my skull
and putting it in a mason jar.
For safe keeping and for secret keeping.
I'm forcing everything I feel into a field.
A field with deer ticks and poison ivy.
And plenty of mosquitoes.
I'm pushing all of the twists and turns in my stomach
down through my legs and into my toes.
So I can do my nervous dance and never
let my heels touch the ground.
I'm filling up a baby pool with all the things I've learned.
I'll do a dead man's float and get a sunburn.
I'll peel away my flakes of skin and
overnight them to my future self.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
So what if it's an ice cream fetish?
I'll relish in knowing I'm less ****** up than you.
I'm sad in an "Atkins diet is healthy" kinda way.
I'm so done that you need to quick!
take me out of the oven and carve me up for your family!
"Sorry, I think it's a little dry this year."
"Oh, no! Not at all! Did you find this glaze online?"
I can't stand being alone, which is normal.
If God is the DJ, he's not playing enough practical jokes.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:08 PM UTC
Lemme set fire to your home.
Call the fuzz, I'll pick it out
my navel and run.
You'll never catch my intent
cuz it's way over the foul line
and into the nosebleeds.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
It's like you took a rag,
soaked it in sorrow,
wrung it out into a bucket,
dumped that bucket
into a bathtub,
and baptized yourself.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
If I could, I'd give you pretty things, like the sun & the stars.
Or flashy things, like flying race cars.
Instead I'll peel off my freckles and give 'em to you.
'Cause that's the best of me and the best I can do.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
pay no attention to god.
he is not like you & me.
(he wears his socks to bed.)
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
the gang's all here
come on in
take off your clothes
jump/dive/swim
make a splash
create a mess
don't look back
don't second-guess
walk on water
choke on air
grow some gills
you're ill-prepared
take your thoughts
off the shelf
drown your dreams
drown yourself
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:56 AM UTC