#puke
Work in a call centre all night long five nights a week
On shift number five told to go drinking with the bosses
Drink till drunk then drink till you puke this is an order
I did this twice with them when I worked in a small BPO
Twice was enough drink till I crawl had my fill no more
Takes the stress away but I’m not doing it again
I was too tired after shift asked time and again
Let’s drink till we puke and crawl in many call centres
Not my thing now with my team mates who aint my pals
Too many differences interest wise and age
I’m not in their little click how many times?
I drink alone after shift five know what I wanna do
Not spend time with them or their fake friends
All plastic posturing and lies none of it for me
Work in a call centre drink till you puke and crawl
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 10:54 PM UTC
My heart was left splattered
The room has been left untouched
Blood has dried on the walls around me
But he walks around scraping it off
My body quivers in fear
His nails drag on the surface
But his eyes stay on me
White paint peaks through
I feel like I'm about to puke
Taking the broom he sweeps
My broken heart right to me
As if his cleaning was helping me
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
I spent all night attempting to take
Care of you even after you said
I was needy, I stayed awake
Sober while I put you to bed.
I covered you in blankets we shared
Wiped puke off of your face
I did not mind having to stay there
(Boots weren't that hard to unlace)
Helping makes me feel good
If I was the one passed out by two
I know without doubt you would
Take care of me the same way too
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
I scamp around trying to find myself,
All others say – you’re ******* lazy man,
I try to do something others don’t,
People say – oh, look at this child’s moan,
I want to be nothing like everyone else around,
They scream – so, you think you’re better than the rest of us and you want to fly off this ground?
I say – I want to, I try to, I dream no matter what
But in the end I realize, I’m just like everyone else in this stupid world
I’m rotten, sinful and full of ****
And only with time I realize that I’ve been swallowed by others… and puked back into this dirt
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
When I’m down
Real low
I start writing
Like a disease
Busting out those poems
Emotions
Like a waterfall
Or like puke
As the words tumble out of me
Till I’m dry
But I never seem to be
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Hunger
Wolves gnawing at my stomach
Pain
With every move and twist of my body
Burning me inside
I want to eat
I need to eat
But I can’t
When I do
Just a bite
One swallow
I feel full
It’s an empty full
Then I puke
It all comes out
Gross acidic taste
The wolves keep eating me from the inside out
Lightheaded and dizzy
Am I okay?
I’m lost in the stomach
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I'd rather stay in
than pass out drunk with a guy you refer to as "him"
because you were too tipsy to ask his name,
and now are sleeping in his puke with a migraine.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
I feel, my insides a churning
I know, there's something on the way
Looks like, that chili is still burning
All I can do right now is pray
Don't spew it out tonight
You, know you'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
I know, it's gastroenteritis
I know, my end is coming soon
It looks like, I got some on your sweater
Oh Hell, better get the mop and broom
Don't lose it all tonight
You, know it'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
I think, I may be shortly dien
I can't, control this train I'm on
I better, get my *** in motion
Even though, I'm already gone
Don't erupt tonight
You, know you'll be alright
There's a bathroom on the right
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
seven shades of **** and puke
stuck to the soles of my shoes,
eight days straight drunk before noon.
new flat, new friends,
all blowing smoke and jostling me
through musky basement staircases
into dismal dust filled rooms.
where you're waiting for me with
this heavy fog that clogs my pours and follicles
making me feel dumb and unclean.
making my words wet and sticky,
they cling to life unyielding,
falling at my feet, falling short of expressing
their own inadequacy.
and i shuffle uncomfortably around
in the puddle of my words. they
stick to the soles of my shoes like puke,
and the stench summarises me perfectly.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
We all have our secret hideaways, we all have our cures, and our bandage solutions, and we all have addictions.
You will eat to fill the hollow kindly provided by someone who's left you lying in bed at night, wondering why you weren't good enough, or maybe even just enough, to make them stay.
We all carry earbuds...more like soulbuds. Hello music, goodbye world, goodbye sorrow. We all break down, no matter how hard we hide it, no matter how well we can disguise it...eyes can't lie, but they sure can act.
And we all try to bandage our wounds, though we're the worst doctors. I puke smiles, you puke smiles, we ALL puke smiles...
but no one's meant them for a while.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
*"so once again
you're creating artwork on your skin,
crying yourself to sleep
& puking every thing you eat?
welcome back, I've missed you."*
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
I'd hate to be. The unlucky one. I spew all over. A whole rainbow of letters. Roy G Biv, baby. Get it? Because I've held back for. Too long. Held in. Too much. There will be nothing left. I'll tear you down. Drag you to Hades with me. It won't be peaches and cream. Like Persephone. It'll be ugly. Disgusting. Unclean. Mean. I've bit my tongue for too long. Tasted too much blood. Nursed too many scars. When the day comes. No one will be okay. All souls disconnected. Minds altered. And if you stick around. For some more...God rest your soul
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
oh my god
i am so sorry
it's just that my battery died and i drove around for hours looking for your new second floor apartment
i am sticking my fingers down my throat and i’m gagging until these god **** butterflies find their way out of my cavernous stomach
you aren’t allowed to laugh when i walk through your door with cold taco bell and red cheeks because i’m nervous
you've never seen this freckle before, you don't know my new favorite song
you rest your arms on my legs and move closer to me and we both scream because we’re gonna puke, butterflies
i ask you for a glass of water and you should ask me to leave
trembling, you don’t even use a coaster
i take a sip and stare at the tupperware on the floor, i taste dishwasher soap and it is almost enough to scare these butterflies who used to remain dormant right out of my ******* gut
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
I've never felt this way before
shudder.
You instantly make me happy
ewe.
You make me feel special
puke.
With you I feel safe
****
I like you
gag.
I really like you
*****
I was always disgusted by love
heave.
But with you I wouldn't mind being a little
gross.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
What has the world come to,
When people like you,
Get costody of child you know you can't take care of,
Cause he's only two,
And always care for you,
When you get drunk,
And every time you puke,
Have your temper tantrums,
And threatened your wife to throw him off a roof,
You still got the devils juice in you,
May he be careful towards everything you do,
Hey! But I guess thats what society does.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
puke
Every time I think of you
I *****
puke
Every time I look at you
I *****
puke
If you only knew
How much I hate you
For every ******* thing
You put me through
**You
Make
Me
*******
Sick
To
My
Stomach**
**I
Hate
Your
*******
Guts
You
Stupid
****
I
Hope
You
Die**
puke
Every time I think of you
I *****
puke
Don't get me wrong
I'm not bitter, I'm mad
It's not because I want you back
It's not because I love you
Every time I think of you, I wanna YAK
PUKE
You don't know how sick you make me.
Every time I think of you
I puke.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
She dragged her body across the room
Away from the steamy pile in my studio
“why does your japartment smell like spoiled cheese and
Sadness?”
Her speech sloppy as her movement
“because you vomited on my ******* floor!”
Her head spinning, she lurched forward
“I didn’t do that – must been you.”
She slurred, staring at her mess, smelling the fumes.
Swinging her head round, smacking the wall
She burped.
Why help the helpless? It’s hell.
An hour of her refusing clothes
Forcing her to dress like a toddler in my clothes
“I’m a goddess! I’m a goddess!” she bellowed.
“Yeah, but even Athena wore clothes.”
When you ***** in a toilet, it
Goes in a second – cleaning’s a breeze!
When someone pukes on your floor, it smells like sadness
And cheese,
Interesting how I remember my toilet bowl clearn
That night, resting my head on icy porcealan
Alone, isolated from friends usually there when I’m “unwell” in a toilet stall
After ally, why help the helpless? It’s hell.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
**Again I make one ill
I am
The Poetic Emetic**
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Raising is a feeling
I've never felt before
Not one of love
But one of gore.
I can feel it bubbling
From deep inside my chest
An aching need to *****
To give myself a rest.
I know it wouldn't help much
Problems would still be there
But maybe if I focused
I'd stop focusing on despair.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
The scar of me and you
It's hurt even more
When i thinking about
Our memories together
I just regretted
That im falling for you
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
single and never going to mingle again unless they're someone absolutely special or He comes back.
people are slowly finding out that i'm no longer in a relationship and girls will hit on me in the hallway and kiss my cheek and asking for a nice sloppy kiss on the mouth.
i wish i was strong enough to kiss those pretty girls right on the mouth and completely forget about Him.
but i wont, because i cant, i feel like i'm cheating on Him in some way even though he's already gone and completely forgotten i exist.
(completely erased me even though He loved me for 15 months.)
i want to talk to Him, thinking of Him keeps me up at night crying, seeing Him makes me cry and feel nauseous, watching Him be fine makes me angry, i'm terrified of Him after he left me with a broken heart.
(there's so much power a person has when they have your heart in their hand and can crush it at any moment, it's scary.)
it makes me happy when people say,
"I can't belive he broke up with you. He has no idea what he just lost, you're so amazing and beautiful. Forget him."
but i can't believe it or want to because i love Him. i love Him so much that it's hard to breathe.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC