"ahhhhhhhhhh" poems
Paris pines
for us:
...whines for us.
Lurks outside
our window
like a great big
urban puppy.
We're being held
prisoner
( inside our room )
by a vicious sadistic
flu bug
who refuses to
let us go.
We are missing
David Sirosis's
new spoken
word night.
Indeed, all we have seen
of Paris, is:
the inside of
ROOM 411.
ROOM 411
overlooks that famed necropolis
CIMETIÈRE DE MONTMARTRE.
The dead stand
outside
ROOM 411
...and stare.
And...stare.
Envious of even
our flu-ridden life.
They crowd together
in their stone telephone boxes
like fans
at a Dr. Who convention
who have all come
as the Tardis.
"Come...come!"
they cajole.
"Come...join us as
the glorious dead!"
they plead.
See the great
Nijinksy
leap over a moon.
Offenbach, Berlioz et Degas
act a a celebrated Greek Chorus.
The flu grows weary
let's its...grip...slip &
we escape to
a poetry stage &
suddenly it's
PARIS LIT UP &
I'm on
stage.
A bemused amused
Parisian audience
wondering why
the staggery hairy
Irish post stumbles &
wanders in search of
his words &
carrying all of CIMETIÈRE DE MONTMARTRE
about in his ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhh
....shoooooo....head!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
The voices in my head are crazy they yell at me
Bark at me scream at me I guess their all the same
I try not to listen it doesn't work they scream
My name, I scream "STOP IT""STOP IT PLEASE ""WHAT DID I DO WRONG" they torment me call out to me
Drive me, crazy what to do what to do
SCREAM!!!!!!!! SCREAM!!! SCREAM!!!!
I look into the fire and see my future
I'm burning, dying and the voices laugh at me, they carry a tone, a tone of jolly, and cruelty,
The voices yell at me, scream at me
The voices **** me
I can't be saved
I'm already dead
Their is silence
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
I AM SCARED OF BIG NOISES, IN LIFE, but i don’t want to be scared
you see the dog barks at me i go ahhhhh, leave me alone
you see, i hate when drunken yobbos yell at me, all because i drink their beer
you see i am scared of kids treating my like phedaphile
and i am scared of getting robbed, or mucking with robbers
all getting robbers to muck with me, because i act small for my age
i am scared of getting bullied for what i say
i don’t like people yelling at me, and sometimes i be a little young dude, to stop myself from getting robbed
i am scared if my old life will come back and rip my heart
sometimes i used to be a hooligan so i feel bigger than the family teasers
i was showing dad in the 1990s how i can try to handle teasing
but sometimes i feel the teasers are going to kidnap me to tease me
and i don’t want to be strange, i want to change
i hate when people yell at me saying SHUT UP, TRYING TO BE A YOUNG DUDE ARE YA
i don’t want to get bullied or kidnapped
and when i see a dog, i yell out ahhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh
same as if someone looked dangerous, you say ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh
if someone treats me like a hooligan i go annnnnnn i am a family person
i am a family person ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
I have an addiction
Oh how i wish it was a work of fiction
I cannot wait to feel my blade
Every time it touches my skin i feel saved.
Sweet bliss, until i am entranced
Twisting, turning, and weaving. Our dance.
We speak only to each other.
Not caring for any other.
Alone, but not alone, with our toxic love.
It makes me feel whole
When i am alone
And i have no home
And live in isolation
It is but a small trade, take and give some.
What is blood and pain,
When you want to be saved?
What sacrifice is too much
When all you want is to be loved.
Toxicity doesn’t matter
When you just want to stop getting sadder.
I CANT
I CANT STOP
THE BLADE
ITS TOO MUCH
THE BLOOD IS ALL AROUND ME
FALLING FALLING
DRENCHING THE GROUND
I NEED HELP
The liquid, it makes a repulsive sound.
AHHHHHHHHHH
ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
raining raining
we all come back another day
Help meeeee
The insanity is CONTROLLING my brain!
I’m not sure if i already said this
But I’m going IIIINSAAAANEEEE
HA HA HA
I’m gone . . .
But not for long!!!
How can i truly be gone
When this pain just keeps c-c-c-cutting
me . . . off
HA the sky is full
But love is bull
And affection is null
While my mind i duel.
Obsession, Depression
Are wondrous traits.
One will bleed love
The other, hate
There i am, in the hellish hearts
Tortured in agony, becoming art.
Please just
. . .
Just leave me alone
. . .
Alone in the dark
Alone with my heart.
How shattered,
With blood splattered
Crimson on my skin, I’ve been slathered
Trying to put back the pieces that have been scattered.
Am i sane?
Am i still in control of my brain?
Sometimes i feel on charge, the leader.
Other times i feel weak
Looking through my eyes like windows, watching meekly.
Is music an escape?
From my pain?
Is it too late?
Have i lost my brain?
I just want to see the stars.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
By AB
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Yeah,
Don't stop,
On top
She said I don't think I got enough of the ****
Any you wanna tell before I totally explode,
She let a slight no,
All I could hear was loud moaning.
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhh
I said ride alil more,
And I'm coming home.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
You spit in my mouth
& I tasted your rejection,
swallowed your disdain,
it pained me
with a healthy dose
of indigestion
& yet I wanted more.
You see darling,
it is a dessert to me
& I’m a *********
for more of
your sweet spittle.
I open & say ahhhhhhhhh…..
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
You see on Saturday night
I heard these voices
That the only reason why
People are nice to me
Is because I am dying
So I have to think
This isn’t true
Instead of sweets have celery
You see they have been pushing me down
Waiting for me to die
I wrote a poem about
Being six feet under wouldn’t bother me
But it does, I said that because
I am cool
But the serious thing is
I ain’t dying
I am putting cream on my cellulitis
As well as a pill
There ain’t no itching
No
I ain’t dying
I just need to stop eating crap
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 6:39 AM UTC
No way, no way
It doesn't sound like that
It doesn't matter much
What the cat says to the bat
No no I can't say *** for tat
No way / No way, it's awful but ohhhhhhhhhh!
It's awesome, it's awesome, it is a shy-
That's it. (That's it!) It's a sly weapon ahhhhhhhhhh...
An awesome-shabby thought, is it not?
Throbbing, the fantasy gone mad.
Do you really think
Formless kisses go unseen?
It's not easy to admit I miss-
(What I have not laid hands upon)
Or it's such a bad bad thing- okay
It may not be easy to delay it
No way / I cannot do it
(He who guides forbids me to it)
... What the cat says to the bat
Ohhhhhhhhhh!
Ahhhhhhhhhh...
Cursed be fate, not ever that!
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC