#thrill
When I was kid,
I’d look up at the sky and wave
At the airplanes passing by,
I’d wave down from an airplane
Hung up high,
I’d wave and think myself seen.
I remember being seven years old and
The hot air balloon operator said
To keep all limbs inside the vehicle
And my parents kept nudging me to the middle–
Safe and nested.
But I didn’t stay there for long, no
I pushed out to the edge, on tiptoes to
Look down at the great big
Everything.
Only half the thrill is fear of falling.
The rest is how it feels to float.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
I write (wrote) just for the thrill of it,
I write (wrote) because I liked it a little bit.
Verse was my drug of choice,
And ingesting rhyme is the reason for my raspy voice.
But I could stop whenever I wanted,
Now I won't stop because it pleases you.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Don't Rain on my Parade,
You are not gonna rob my joy,
So, just get on out of my way,
Since you want to be a Killjoy.
I am Here to have a good time,
Not moping around looking all Sad,
I want some EXCITEMENT, now THRILL ME!!!
SHOW ME GREATEST TIME I HAVE EVER HAD!!!
I am having SUCH A BLAST,
the most FUN IS CLEARLY SHOWN,
If you didn't want to HANG THEN,
You should have stayed yourself at HOME!!!
You are so DULL and so BORING,
I am having a Grand Time, SO SORRY!!!
I'm not letting you bring me down,
Don't want to join, then see you Around!!!!
I won't stop having a good time,
or the fact that you are annoyed,
I will keep enjoying myself, and
You are not robbing me of my joy!!
I will keep on with my HAPPINESS,
Here I come, I am on my WAY!!!
Whether you like it or not, are you in or out,
YOU ARE NOT RAINING MY PARADE!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 11/26/2024
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:29 PM UTC
You say I'm insane for
Driving my brand new cabrio
With its roof wide open
In the pouring rain
But have you ever tried?
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
I am a caricature of humanity
- a picture of its seething bowels.
I am its sloshing,
quivering, yet wholly earnest intestines
made manifest - I am,
the inside-out freak show
we all crave
dancing before your eyes
oh, and what a feast of eloquent gizzards you witness!
Feast your eyes, my friends!
I am what you wish you weren't
yet know you could be
as you yearn to be as free as me
all your shame and volatile desires
all your sadness and madness
all your dreamful bliss
I profess it daily
in an ode to you, my fathers and mothers,
in an ode of love for absurdity,
I am the cartoon character made free of its stage
the puppet made free of its strings
the loon, made free of his rage,
a benign insanity,
not capable of harming a germ.
Don't pass by
by all means
gawk
it's my pleasure that you do so
breathe my callousness in
shudder at the thought of being so exposed
having all your human nature bleeding there
like my crying eyes
as I tell you of all my past loves
and how I still love them
yes
even the meatloaf
still eating it
that baby towel
still snuggling it
that algebra homework?
Still completing it
and there's a missing grade somewhere
in a dusty book in a warehouse
imagine
how I'd creep in,
decades from now,
hours before my death,
open that tattered grade-book,
pen myself an A+ for my immaculately completed work
- fist pump the air!
Take that Ms. Cramsworth! I may not have beaten algebra,
but I beat you!
Die right there
in that warehouse
amongst all the other freaks.
There's Bigfoot, who slipped accidentally one day, got impaled by a branch, then called 911 - he had no health insurance, that's all she wrote. Bigfoot's just another disenfranchised-American statistic now. Bigfoot's last painful hours were spent taking selfies with holocaust deniers and people fashioning MAGA hats - some with rifles for effect - it was then Bigfoot regretted voting for Trump and only then. You were just rudely-awakened from having sympathy for Bigfoot, weren't you? Poor baby. Save our souls.
Then there are the cryogenically frozen heads of the Illuminati we're all worried about - they're trying to sleep until humanity can make them superhuman bodies.
A flying saucer that was alien in so far that it was actually a time-machine from our distant future that brought people back to warn us of an all-consuming genocidal calamity, but they spoke a language we didn't understand, had genetically surpassed us, and therefore were unrecognizable to our labs, and we took their highly-advanced babbling as acts of war when they tried to **** the Illuminati heads - killed the so-called aliens then, so tragic - ate their gizzards for research. Now we're all doomed to die... Their bodies were lain next to the Illuminati heads. Centuries later, the same couple, now janitors from the freak warehouse, see themselves, find the time-machine-saucer, and start the time-loop again... inadvertently causing the end of humanity because they messed up the timeline.
... and that's exactly why I never did my homework.
Humanity is doomed to die in some distant future caused by the doom-couple and so I refused to put a brick in the wall. I refused because all I was was a...nother brick in the wall and I hated it.
Because as fascinating as I am.
As absurd as I am.
As much of a human marvel as I am.
I don't matter. I matter the least.
And so that's why I had to die in that off-the-books warehouse,
full of priceless and unmentionable artifacts.
They wouldn't ever put me there, but I had to die with the legends.
I had to give my life meaning somehow.
If I can't live a legend, I will die one... by the way the janitors put me in the trash out back anyway.
I end up in an east-Asian landfill somewhere, kicked in the face by barefoot sweatshop kids who just so happened to make the sneakers on my very feet. Isn't that poetic justice? What a send-off!
And so isn't that all a satisfying and cathartic end,
giving closure to the most absurd poem,
with the most random details,
wasn't that fun?
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 7:48 PM UTC
it let the bird fly,
learn, grow, change.
but when the bird falls,
stays the same, decays,
a thrill climbs up our bones
as the crack of the wishbone
echoes in our expectant ears
like a loud, resounding gong -
as our supposed fate awaits.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 1:02 AM UTC
The purest sexuality is not being
left excited by one’s ******
like a forbidden fruit
or found
in metaphors
via
allusions
of one’s wild
aphrodisiac breath
or resembling it phones/melody
during *********** in the bed;
it is the moment of philias
and events
that leave you finitely burnt from the inside, reforming
you and leaving you anew
for burning again
And humans aren’t its source
they’re just its vessel.
Just like poems kiss knowing:
no lips in flesh will be able to replace them for you.
The same goes with the choice of a human language
till we’re still
here.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
Love you, I.
With your maddening grace
hold me tight
in a thrilling embrace.
Take my heart
(whole my being), please.
Let me drown
in your luscious kiss.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:28 PM UTC
a sight to see,
the beauty yet to be,
thrilling chase—surpass,
wonders, waiting to blast!
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
You’re like the last part of fall
When the leaves all fall off
When the good part’s gone
Who you used to be was so fun
The thrills of new seasons come and go
And all you’re left with is the cold
Without the magic of the snow
Who you used to be was so good
When everything has turned to grey
Without the peace that comes from rain
When all the colors fade away
Who you used to be was so great
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
Jealous of a person that I don't even know
Angry with the person that let me go
I hardly recognize who I am anymore
Never have I harbored this much bitterness before
Walk me through the differences between me and her
Like walking the whole distance California to Virginia
A task so vast it seems insurmountable
Tell me what it means to you to promise things in double
Do you take her to the same places you and I would go
The thought of her tainting our lookout is enough to make me burn
Take her hammocking in our tree in the park close to school
At galaxie view remember when it was my body lying next to you
West Beach, Thousand Steps, Newport 56
Huntington, Laguna, San Diego for a switch
There is nothing new you possibly could do
Drive the whole coast searching, but you and I did that too
I hope I drive her crazy
I honestly hope she hates me
I hope I cause you lots of problems because your dreams still portray me
Realizing on the daily how you mistakenly betrayed me
I hope when you're with her you feel haunted with regret
I hope the thrill falls flat and conversation lies dead
And you walk away painfully aware
Of the fact that what we had was rare
Not every girl can take the late night thoughts you gave me
If you write her paragraphs past midnight
Then you're downright ******* crazy
Playing house with every person who is duped into the role play
If anyone asks, jealousy made me
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
That spark
I remember feeling so alive
So happy
Innocent
Bliss
We didn’t care about anything else except the moment
We weren’t worried about what people thought
We were true to ourselves
But that’s the best part
We didn’t know it then
But we know it now
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
Looking for that thrilling chase,
Where knowledge is armour
And passion is sword,
Where bravery is known as 'explore'
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
my lover
he once told me
that he would like to be tattooed onto me
but between my ribs pounding with the octaves of his words
my skin delirious for his curious touch
and
my mind
immersed with the thrill that he brought forth
I forgot to tell him
I forgot to tell him that I didn't like tattoos
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
Look at the world from the Window of heartland
Calling on me in the mid April
To take you to a forest;Perhaps
To walk on the edge of a thrill
My feelings are touched;Both with passion & ration
I might've flied thousands of Miles;When you decided to be the Reason of my smiles
Motherland isn't a place;As fatherland is a feeling you can never leave it behind a window screen!
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Sedate me with your stare
Bring me high above the clouds.
Your touch is exhilarating;
In the cover of darkness our hearts meet;
Our fingers, our thighs;
A secret is burgeoning.
You keep on stealing from me.
Your glances.
Stop; don't stop. Take it all.
My doors are unlocked.
But what does it all mean?
In my mind I rest my head,
On your shoulders;
My hands are reaching out to you
Yet our hearts never felt so far away.
Can I tell you my secret?
Your hands are rough,
But I want it around mine.
Do our lips fit like puzzles do?
Come on, lets fan the flames,
Of this candlelit romance.
Is it really you I'm meeting in the dark?
My head keeps hitting the window;
Potholes on the road.
Another day. Another dream.
The airwaves between us are silent.
Am I a fool for honing in on your signals?
It's so exciting, my one-sided romance.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
It’s still surreal
I can’t believe it
I... I did this
God... what have I done?
Why am I covered in lines?
Marks of illness and self hatred
Truly, I loathe few things more
Because I see all of me
And you should stay away
I will destroy what’s close
As long as I get a thrill
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Scratching itches with bottle caps, grooves
In my brain cut from diamonds and blood
Flinging my shadow like darts at a wall
Frustration, when dizzied, transforms into love
Scabs and guitar riffs I'd shred with my teeth
Gnawing her lips to bake blackberry flesh
Stamping on baubles, an aureate hail
In a winter that reeks of sweet summer death
This circus of wildfire charcoals my hair
I'm yearning to stay but it blazes me out
Cold air and bored stares, a knock on the jaw
I thought I had finished bedazzling myself
I've underwhelmed the brightness I chase
Adrenaline fawns over prettier girls
Cold and alone in a fitful night's sleep
When you're fevered and worn, the splinters stick deep.
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 7:30 AM UTC
Serafina was a skydiver
And she was always falling.
Jimmy was her instructor
And the next in line.
"The thrill of love," she said,
"Is about how high you can climb."
If the moment's spent
She parachutes out.
A risk,
No doubt.
But on she plays,
Crossing her fingers
This idée fixe
Never comes crashing back to earth.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 4:29 PM UTC
room full of smoke
i didn't know beds could be this comfortable
i didn't know you could be this sweet
i didn't know a lot of things before hitting that blunt
but you showed me everything
you showed me another world that i've never seen
you showed me the beauty i didn't know i had
you showed me pleasure i didn't know existed
but you scared me
you drove 40 miles over the limit
you handed me a gun that still had a bullet in it
you wrapped your hand around my throat and squeezed
and i'm scared because...
i loved it.
i've never met that side of me.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC