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Ricki T Sep 2019
My purple lil car
has brand new parts
I just spent half a grand on it,
and now it's running smooth.

You're a ******* *******
for side-sweeping
and fleeing
my purple lil car.

My purple lil car
has a busted headlight
I'll have to spend half a grand more
on my purple lil car.
I don't have the money rn, and it's my anniversary. You hit my car and left me with the damages on my anniversary. Seriously, you have to be an ******* to do that. I cut my leg bc I didn't know there were jagged pieces all over my car, and now I'm bleeding and my leg is throbbing. FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCK YOU SO MUCH
Ricki T Sep 2019
If I were a steaming cup of tea-
Fresh from the kettle-
And you were a solid cube of ice
I’d melt you like a puddle, and we’d be one.

If I were a hot blacktop pavement-
Searing from the sun-
And you were a sticky piece of gum
I’d melt you like a puddle, and we’d be one.

If I were a pocket to a pair of overalls-
Tumbling from the dryer-
And you were a waxy type of crayon
I’d melt you like a puddle, and we’d be one.

If I were myself-
Sizzling from your love-
And you were yourself-
Going in for a hug-
You’d melt me like a puddle, and we’d be one.
This was my first semi-serious attempt doing a freeverse poem. I made this for my creative writing class, and I thought it was too cute to not share :)
  May 2019 Ricki T
Noel Billiter
I use to laugh at ironic things
No punishment for the bad deeds
The Bible says that good 10 fold
The universe returns to us in gold
That fairytales and nursery rhymes
Exist to scare and keep us in line
But on this day fate stepped in
And karma it seems is a comedian
A lesson weaved throughout every line
Carefully crafted as a warning sign
It was a day like any other
As usual jumped in the shower
Quickly washed and rinsed my hair
Noticed too late that it was NAIR!
Every luscious lock and strand
Fell out completely in my hand
What seems like a sick joke being played
Or demented parts a malicious prank
A plot unfolded my part the lead
The lines straight from a horror scene
Like laws of nature or earths gravity
The rules we bend to suit our need
Like a boomerang’s invisible path
It seems to follow when it comes back
Even the ocean and it’s changing tides
Needs the moon’s persuasive side
We are the keepers of what we seek
And what we sow we indeed will reap
The nightmare that we fear the most
Comes back to haunt us like a ghost
Like Peter Pan and Captain Hook
Just a good story in a children’s book
what if the earth gets bored of us
And decides that we are entertainment
those characters we read as kids
Like Pinocchio or the 3 little pigs
Sleeping beauty or the ogre Shrek
You thought was funny as a sketch
Brought to life would pose a threat
Although to you this seems far fetched
The truth Ive written has not been stretched
I hope you read this and know as fact
What you put out there will soon come back
Ricki T May 2019
You were infatuated
You were well-situated
It was the ease and comfort that allowed you situational hurt
It took precedence over your sanity
Relational humanity is nothing but addiction

Is said love an affliction to the heart-- or merely some anomaly?
If the heart is meat of veins and chambers with purpose of pumping blood,
How has it grown a monopoly over the presence we call "love"?

The heart is just an *****, and love is just a term
It describes the judgment lapses of the synapses that fire in your brain--
Those associated with the dopamine ejected from *******
The enamored, that are happiest, are with some conviction
For, love may be the prettiest addiction.
I feel likethis sound like a bunch of choppy mumbo-jumbo, but I like it very much. I havent written a poem in months, so I'm slightly out of prectice.
Ricki T Sep 2018
Does she sit on our bench?
Steal ketchup from your tray as you take her fries?
Does she make your eyes as ***** and moronically wide as they were when they met mine?
Do you play her our song?
Does she lay on your lap and hum along as you strum?
Does she laugh like I do, in the middle of a kiss for no apparent reason, except because she's having fun?
Does she taste like I do?
Like our packs of mints and spearmint gum?
Do you talk to her like you talked to me?
Recite lines from cheesy romantic comedy?
Do you roll around with her behind velvet curtains?
Does she look at you as if she's certain that...

She loves you?

Does she love you?
Do you love her too?
Do you love her like the way I loved you?
Did you love me too?

Did I sit on her bench?
Steal looks from your eyes as you took my fries?
Did you play me her song?
Did I steal her kisses, her laughter, her fun?
Did I taste like her gum?
Steal her cheesy lines?
Roll around with her man behind those curtains?
Did you ever feel as certain that...

You loved me?

Did you love me?

I loved you.

Does she sit on our bench?
I hope to God u never see this.
  Apr 2018 Ricki T
Lavendar My Love
Exhaustion at its finest.

Noises blend together

And there is no room for kindness.

Feeling lighter than a feather;

Heavier than a bull.

Your being becomes the weather,

the weather becomes your soul.
  Feb 2018 Ricki T
An Unconscionable crime
To live and love without you
Sad now to realize
a slow ghost
has no claim on time
I guess you filled up
A tic on this point
A fallen to sleep limb
came back
pins and needles.
For me
A grave only
flowers to high altitudes
nose bleed trickles
proof in deep red death hue
paint to make a sad story sway
And a lengthy jilted tilted stare
dead love gives a look
Hard to bare
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