"addams" poems
You should have been the soul that Edgar Allen Poe loved,
So that he wouldn't have died miserable and alone,
You are the Morticia to my Gomez; deadly in love,
We would make a quirky Addams family, bar none,
I love the nerds in us and the banter of annoyance,
I love the moments of radiant love and our nature of being different,
'Cause we did meet exceptionally over persistence,
And we accept each other regardless of difference,
I wish that our love will remain eternal,
Narrated by Obi-Wan,
With a theme song by John Williams,
Directed by Lucas, nah, we don't need direction,
I do know, we need a Queen, and that's you my puddin'!
Leia to my Solo,
A Queen-B-lovin'-Quinn to my Joker,
A die-hard Drake lover with a heart for the Dark Side,
This Vader loves his Amidala, xoxoxo,
We would revel on any side but the holy!
May this love never fade, and be full of surprises,
But not the kind where there is nasi lemak with no ikan bilis!
But you make the best **** nasi lemak, sigh,
I'm forever grateful for my Babloo
I'm forever grateful that you're by my side,
My Annabel Lee, I'm grateful Poe never met you,
'Cause you're all mine!
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
play either gong's flying teapot,
or greenskespers' pleetch at a party,
esp. the song lotion from the latter's
a night prior to your assassination,
and you'll freak people out, for sure.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be a cheerful place?
Then The World is happy, as you make it that way.
The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be an immature place?
Then The World is your playground, as you make it that way.
The World is as of what you make it;
Would you like it to be a creepy place?
Then The World is an Addams Family look-a-like, as you make it that way.
*The World is as of what you make it.
Have fun with it.*
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Dear Emma Watson -
Shall we make love
The object of
Our spiritual quest
Together?
Surely an altogether
Better option
Than pairing you off
In a commentary box
With one John Motson
Discussing twenty two
Pairs of socks
Chasing a piece of leather?
If spiritual questing
Is not for you
I will make do
With tightly tied pairs of shoes
Existential emus,
Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
Whilst hoping you find
Your Sherlock Holmes,
Miss Watson
I will content myself with
Cataloguing my collection of
Black and white combs.
I also have plots on
Which I need to work -
Wednesday Addams's love of
Moon dried tomatoes
Or Erica Roe
Somewhere in Portugal
Growing sweet potatoes
For sale.
Don't let anyone tell you
There ain't no perks
To being an Omega Male.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
Gilderoy Lockhart - The Chamber of Secrets
Leela - Futurama
Laney Penn - Grojband
Flonne - Disgaea
Raquna - Etrian Odyssey
Lilligant - Pokemon
Gwen - Total Drama Island
Dawn - Total Drama Revenge of the Island
Wednesday Addams - Addams Family
Thalia - Magic the Gathering
Isperia - Magic the Gathering
Cloistered Youth - Magic the Gathering
Ellie Nash - Degrassi
Gretchen - Camp Lake Bottom
Nina - Crash Bandicoot
Sunako Nakahara - The Wallflower
Nami - Harvest Moon
Georgia - Harvest Moon
Falkenrath Noble - Magic the Gathering
Marcelline - Adventure Time
Flame Princess - Adventure Time
Dorian Gray - The Portrait of Dorian Gray
Finnick Odair - The Hunger Games Series
Emma - Stoked
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Walking up the rickety stairs,
Patchouli and cigarette smoke
combat for supremacy
Before I even reach the door,
and I step through to see
The everyday undead scattered on the thick carpet like so many corpses blown out of Wednesday Addams' haunted dollhouse.
Maybe it wasn't wise to come.
A cd player informs me that, indeed,
Bela Lugosi's dead,
And I cautiously move into the living room.
Ruby lips and ivory faces emerge from the gloom,
Incurious glances marking my progress
As an acolyte guides me to the Queen of the festivities
Holding court in a corner of the living room.
Her waist-length silver-gilt hair and damp skin like fresh camellias gleam in the candlelight,
A studded black goblet brimming with Jack Daniels
Is handed to her,
A token of homage she eagerly welcomes
while nodding me forward.
Whispers behind me tell her story,
Of how she's seen a thing or two in her time,
And why her flat stare and Theda Bara smile give glimpses of her bottomless occult wisdom.
As her slim fingers play with a knotted black necklace,
She considers me long before finally declaring,
--"My God, you're an old soul"--
And she pats the cushion next to her,
An invitation to drink deep and close of her dark knowledge.
A cup of something unknown is pressed into my hand
and I sip, hanging onto every arcane word she utters.
Night slowly fades into dawn
and I wake cold and stiff from a kitchen floor sleep
only to see the Queen buttoning the cuffs on her white poplin shirt.
Smoothing her tweed skirt, she steps into her pumps,
Grips her cup of coffee,
And with a cheery wave, leaves for work.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
The two boys.
Of course, they know.
But all they do is laugh.
At the players.
At the tackles.
At the appeals.
And everything else.
Mother.
Always the one who sympathizes.
If the Reds are up by two.
"Oh, I pity the opposition. May they score one."
She says.
"Awh, MUM?!"
Same goes with the eldest.
It would make it more intense.
She thinks.
Me thinks, I should pray for a cleansheet.
Hah!
The two blabbering baboons.
Knows nothing.
Gives running commentaries.
Predicts that the others win the match.
Such support I get.
The next one is a Kop in the making.
I-am-darn-proud.
The lil one thinks Ozil is good looking. -_-
-Doey
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
with each word that you speak
i am paralysed with a fear i have never felt
frightened by each syllable because i can never tell if you mean the words that drip like poison from your lips
your eyes send shocks through my body
my bones are cracked from the electrocution of the fear surging in my veins, striking everything it comes into contact with like lightning
you as a being haunts me, your very soul possesses mine and while the horror of what you evoke inside of me is a nightmare coming to life
you make me feel like morticia addams, i crave the fright.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
Could I be an adventurer and be romantic?
Could you be a dark beauty and torture me?
Could our daughter be macabre and evil?
Could our son be fat and homely?
Could my brother be bald and creepy?
Could my mother be a witch and curse?
Can a servant be eight feet tall?
Can a severed hand solve all of our problems?
Can my cousin be made of hair?
Can we be The Addams Family?
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
Sitting on that Bowery curb,
Jackie Coogan,
Years shy of Uncle Festus and
The Addams Family,
Clasping his hands on one knee,
Wearing blue denim overalls &
A raggedy, red
Turtleneck sweater,
Jackie: the kid in "The Kid."
And Charlie’s inimitable face,
Inhaling his ****** moustache.
Nobody squeezed more out of a
****** expression than Charlie,
Back in the day when
Actors told their stories physically.
The Silent Era:
A Marcel Marceau world back then,
Economical when it came to words.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
I'd like to applaud the dickwads who found the need
to stomp on my toes and bring me to my knees
only moments after the emotionally crippled girl
superglued the final pieces of shattered knee cap bones,
Bravo to you former close friends,
for setting off the final fuse of complete self destruction in t minus ten.
Mental snap, Olivia Addams is back
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
The necromancer danced on her grave. The ground shook with every step the witch took, rumbling the ground beneath and making the corpse she had planted cling to the cool dirt for dear death. And then, the dirt began to give.
Sunlight burned on the girl’s blue skin, turning it a ghastly shade of porcelain like Wednesday Addams. She rolled over in her grave, and closed her eyes, refusing the inevitable fate of the undead. But her wings started flapping, and she rose up, the witches hand clawing into her back and dragging her back to life. And as the screeching of the megalomaniac forced her wide eyes open and the dried ancient blood away, she wished she were dead.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY,
just want the light feeling to stay.
i don't want to feel this heavycrushinglonely,
don't want to be summer sad.
I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY
IN THE WAY THAT THE ADDAMS FAMILY IS,
IN THE WAY THAT THE GRAND CANYON IS,
IN THE WAY THAT IT SEEMS LIKE
everyone else already is.
i just want to be happy.
i just wish that i knew how to feel light.
i wish that i wasn't heavycrushinglonely,
that i had adventures and memories and smiles.
i wish my friends wanted to do more than just
drink and play video games in their apartment
that is suffocating with the smell of chase's vape
and cold and too cozy. i wish my friends did more
of that "aimlessly driving with the windows down,
the music blaring," but more importantly, i wish
that in those instances i could just stay in time.
i spend too much time stuck in my own mind,
and i don't know how to get out anymore.
I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY.
i just don't know how to make that choice,
how to stick with it.
I JUST DON'T WANT TO BE LONELY.
I JUST WANT--
i don't know. i don't really know
what answers i'm looking for.
i just know that i've been
heavycrushinglonely for too long now.
what's the alternative to that, if not happy?
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
He was a terrific actor and his name was Ted Cassidy.
He portrayed Lurch and Thing in The Addams Family.
He decided to be an actor which was a good choice.
He was six-feet-nine tall and he had a deep voice.
He was the narrator during the opening credits of The Incredible Hulk TV show.
He died in January of 1979 which was forty years ago.
He starred in a few episodes of Star Trek and once in Daniel Boone.
When we lost this man at the young age of 46, we lost him too soon.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
From New York City, spanning across the globe
And into the hearts of millions of fans
Redefining humour
And pioneering sarcasm;
Sarcasm against which all future would be measured!
From happiness to uncertainty
From 'sup to soulmates
To being there for each other
And Ohh Myy Godd!
Here's to showing us all
What it's like to grow up
And be ready
And to pivot until you fit in
Here's to making us laugh and cry
And journey along one hell of a roller coaster
To stay sane through ups and downs of bein' a 30 year old grandma
Cheers
To a not so much a kook Mon
To a reformed Muriel
To a responsible Greene
And cheers
To Phalange for all the quirkiness
To the mental Geller fighting for his true love
To Ken Addams for that Europe story!
Thank you
For the virtual sea-saw ride
For showing us the true world that *****
And Yet having coffee is all we need to stay put.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
My best friend
thought
to send me
funny
videos from our
favorite
t.v. show; three
states
away we can
still
share a laugh
together.
Dec 10, 2022
Dec 10, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
Missed the bus
Inflamed hip
Council flat
Tired of it
Tired
My uncle
Half mongrel
Half other breed
Left centred
Squatters rights
The Addams pack
Practicing violent fights
Animals cruel
Rabbits steal
knifes stainless steel
Wednesday run down
Punctured her head
Like a cantaloupe
Gone
Catching air like an antelope
hope will demand
Alarms on her arms
An arms deal
Needs a stronger hand
Mimes a new language
He's coming
Tell him
Visualise prison bars
She reigns in Spain
Running
I wouldn't say she's hope empty
Make a list
Don't get ******
You're doing a rat of a job
A cat
Wouldn't pay a dog for
Report will contain details
Will break his teeth
Backing up lips and tongue
Mums only son
Born one
And a half
A nursery kingpin
Pet giraffe
Morning.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC