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ollie Sep 24
Back when my poems used to be long
I don’t know what happened back then
To scare me into fading into the background
And to make me fall for the kind of boys who don’t understand that their humor is offensive
My head aches
A slow throb
Earlier when I was trying to figure out what kind of emotion love was
I concluded it’s the softest form of anxiety
The worst thing about caffeine making me tired is how it makes my heart beat
And I’m not sure if I’m passing out from an anxiety attack or a coke
Or maybe the lack of diagnosis for the soda’s real issue
A few months ago my uncle told me a story about how my dad bet him he could shoot a cat straight between the eyes from 50 yards away
He did it
It kind of makes me sick
Sick in a weird way
I want to ***** the very acid of my stomach out in the hopes it will stop doing flips when I look at her
Because I don’t know what to do about it
She extends her hand to me and I almost cry for the butterflies to calm themselves the **** down
I love her
I love her so intensely the very sky may collapse to be reunited with the earth because it recognizes my pining as comparable to the gravity’s longing to reunite pines with the clouds
I don’t know if she recognizes my compliments are genuine
Genuine in two different ways
One of which is begging for something more
She’s been with me for so long but never like this
It’s seven simple words that ten people have asked me to help them say
How can I give advice if I will not follow it
“She’s just a girl”, I think to myself
But I’m lying
She will always be so much more
More than a simple girl
I can’t suppress a smile every time I see her face
Maybe it’s because she’s cheery
Maybe it’s because the 24 hours I go without seeing her are too much for me to bear
She stutters
She stutters like she doesn’t know how to be excited
She listens like she’s incapable of responding
I don’t know why I get so upset that she doesn’t express herself when I can’t do the same around her
Is it wrong to want to hold her
Is it wrong to be in love with her
I do not know how to stop
When I sit next to her, it’s hard not to simply lean two inches closer
And pull her in
To simply show her how much I love her
Because when the words of a poet fail, everything they do is mimed
Here I am
A poet
Desperate to tell her how I feel
Desperate for her to never know
Do I know what I want
When words fail she draws me pictures that astound me
When my heart beats too fast she traces patterns on my skin to calm me down because my words fail and she knows I still cannot fix it
When mountains fall she lifts them with her laugh
Her laugh
Her laugh should be considered sinful in the excellence it provides
If I hadn’t responsibilities
If I hadn’t a call for sleep
I would never stop writing about her
For fear I will forget what is important
When the words of a poet fail the poet uses his hands and he smacks his bubblegum
Because this is what we are made of
We are made of too many emotions and too much expression
When words fail poets scream with their bodies because we will die if we do not express it all
And so I feel like champagne
Because I feel drunk off of my love for her
And I am about to explode out of myself with the feeling of it
if anybody knows how to tell her i long for the advice
Drunk with dreams,
           drowned in tears,
           dreadful glimpse
                 I can't look away.
Dim the lights
           with delicate fears
           and drop the vermillion piece.

Covered with blankets
saturated series,
like a champagne and the stars.
Mike Aug 1
You didn't see me, yesterday
at the mall, outside
American Eagle, perched
over my phone, praying to ***
that tomorrow's flame-filled tornados
and neon Nuclear nightmares didn't strike
like lotto tickets after 20 years salary wasted
after 20 years wasted in front of the bottom of cups
and the ends of wet joints -
No, something about today's different -
it's always darkest before the dawn
and it's always coldest before the *****,
sometimes I feel like letting go of you
and never looking back - I know
You must've figured the same
maybe I'm too wracked with disdain -
moon child Jun 25
be careful
not to replace
your old addictions
with new ones

like loving you
with champagne
Amanda Jun 20
Let's have a party
A pity party that is
Drink up our sham-pain
Inspired by the song title Champagne for my  Real Friends, Real Pain for my Sham Friends by Fall Out Boy
b e mccomb May 13
your car doesn't have
a cd player
which is a little unsettling
but i don't really mind

your hands remind
me of my dad's

i want to wear dresses
play taylor swift
spray myself in
citrusy perfume
and paint my eyelids
a shimmery pink

when i'm with you
i feel safe

i'm not convinced
that soulmates exist
but i am convinced that
we pick up people on
our way through life
and some of them just fit

some people are habit
can't remember a
time without them
and some people are the future
what could be instead of
what's always been

you're art in the foam on a cortado
you're a peach drenched in
heavy cream and limoncello
old overshirts and amaretto

you're champagne
and i'm the idiot
who intentionally
calls it "sham-pag-nee"

you can see through the
espresso stains on my
hands and arms right
down to freckles over scars

even if i slap myself to wipe
the pleasant look off my face
at the end of the day
you'll still think i'm cute

and when you say things
like that i start to feel all
gooey and underbaked
like a fallen cake with
cinnamon buttercream
melting down the sides
perfectly and
unabashedly flawed

i am selfish and afraid
and you don't seem to mind

so here's a toast to
letting someone new
into my life for
the first time
to allowing myself
to be vulnerable
and happy even if it
might be a mistake

because goodness knows
you're sweeter and softer
than i ever dreamed
someone could be
copyright 5/13/18 b. e. mccomb
Led into bed
Whats the beef?
I need to take a leak

I don't want
Cushioned sheets

Fantasy and anticipation
Leaving you
Would be sane

Romanced into
****** depravity
I am drowning

Toward sleep
Unsure about

Never can be
Loved beside a pool

French pastries
Morning breeze
Leaning toward my Jeep

Forcing my hand
For a getaway drive
In the mountainous haven

Pine stained air

Here I am
There you stand
Am I glad?
girl gonzo Jan 30
the champagne tastes bitter
my head swims and I think
maybe I need a bathing suit

maybe i'll never see *** but the
breeze keeps touching my face
and the insects **** my blood
disease my legs and that's okay
because there's a part in me that has difficulty taking my watch off and there's a part in him that has difficulty taking his shoes off
despite the harmony I feel there's a head in the back of my own
that tells me that solitude would not suffice for such a shy creature that only wants warmth from another
there, there
a poem I found in a stack of old paintings
I have such a disconnection with old feelings like it was written by a whole different person
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have finally bottled
The beauty and wonder
Of kissing that champagne smile
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have finally captured
The beauty of your champagne skin
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
Those champagne eyes, your smile so bright
I have always wondered where the sun goes at night
Come quickly!
I have bottled the stars!
The sun and stars belong to you-
Your champagnes  skin and champagne smile
Your champagne eyes and your champagne hair-
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have bottled all the stars for you
On this very fine champagne night.
A poem about my favorite quote by Dom Perignon “come quickly! I am tasting the stars!” Enjoy
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