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ytoc-arucnav
ytoc-arucnav
these aren't poems. i'm not a writer.
i showered before i left my house / i took the “god” out of my **** it / i started drinking heavily again / i started dressing nice / i stopped drinking / i watched bad movies on netflix / i gave the arctic monkeys a try / i cried in a field / i felt ok / i started drinking again / i stopped wearing nail polish / i felt comfortable / i wouldn’t sleep / i started making mixes again / i laughed at jokes which weren’t funny / i felt handsome / i wanted to just lay around and talk / i got insecure at times / i felt ok, but more often than not i felt bad
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
you were the reason
if you give a kid a puppy, he will look at you like he loves you. if you give me a 4loko i will give you the same look. i am a grown man sometimes but most times i am a kid. i think that maybe we are all kids. maybe you can come over and you can play with my dog and maybe we could drink 4loko.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Untitled
put your words on paper.  i want to read them. i still want to know you.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
yo #4
get text///delete text. i live my life by /// get scared /// run away. open myself up /// run away. run away. run away.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
yo #3
it's early January and i just met you 3 hours ago. you're too drunk to drive home so i invite you to stay over. i show you my favorite simpsons episodes. we laugh at Principal Skinner. WHO CAN'T LAUGH AT PRINCIPAL SKINNER?!? you see the Lemuria sticker on my laptop. you grab me and scream "I WANT YOUR HANDS IN MY HAIR". i love you in this moment. i love this moment and i love you. i remember this moment and i remember you. i begin to hate you///you begin to hate me. we both still listen to Lemuria. i still want your hands in my hair. i still want to laugh at principal skinner.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
yo #2
somethings are best left unsaid. i loved you once///never again. the dixie cups just came up on shuffle and i am laughing. i am laughing while they sing "we're going to the chapel". i am thinking about you. i am thinking about you but i am also thinking about everyone. i have cut ties to everyone who has ever shown any affection to me. i cut ties to everyone. i wrote you a letter tonight. i hope you threw it away before reading it. you threw me away///throw whatever i gave you away.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
yo #1
I hope it wasn’t weird that time I was driving you home and I told you how much I value you as a friend so I bought you a gift certificate for Fridays and I started crying because you told me you never ate there before.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
bob
i could leave. i could go squat at my lakehouse in wisconsin. i could cut all ties and never speak to anyone ever again. i could live alone as a ghost or as close to it as possible. i could eat easy mac every night for the rest of my life. i could watch seinfeld reruns every day until i passed out and then repeat until the disks get scratched beyond repair.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
get ****** #3
******* up our secret handshake for over 10 minutes because its been the closest I’ve been to holding your hand in over a year. Trying to sleep on separate couches. We stay up until 6 talking, we sit next to each other when the conversation gets too heavy. I rub your back in hopes you rub mine. My back doesn’t hurt, I’m just hoping for you to show me any sign of affection. I’m still so god **** in love with you. I wish you wouldn’t tell me that you’re worried about my drinking problem and I wish like **** you wouldn’t call me your best friend. It’s almost 7 and you’re sleeping inches away from me, but for what it’s worth you’re ******* miles away. I’m still drunk and I need to drive home in a couple hours. Hopefully I wake up before 2pm sober and not completely torn up inside that another sleepover with you has left me feeling completely pathetic.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
get ****** #2
one time when i was 16 i met this girl on myspace through mutual friends and we went on a couple dates. the first time we went out we saw that movie Good Luck Chuck. it was at this really ***** movie theatre and we made out the majority of the film. kissing her was fun because she was pretty, but her mouth tasted really bad. we went out the next week and saw Super Bad. that movie sucks. i digress. the girl working at the concession stand asked me if my friend was alright because they were throwing up in the bathroom. i still continued to kiss her after i found that out.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
that was probably the lowest point in my life.