"alllll" poems
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the first night
and the second
and the fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to get
you
out
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain.
because you've moved on so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
goodbye.
i know i'm s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
o
n
g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s l o w
steady
fast
u s e d
n t a y
i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
My hands are not my hands
My voice is not my own
My lip never was my lip
But this blood is all mine.
The spoon sedated my fears and insecurities
It's tender metallic surface gleaning
And involuntarily shaking
As I lapped up alllll the yogurt.
I could use a cartwheel.
I don't want to sleep
I'm afraid of dying
as my back and forehead sweat in agony
My eyes don't open anymore
A steady beeping
A flickering fills the air around me
I told my brother I'll be back soon
If I stop
I'm writing with my eyes closed now.
My heart rumbles like a cannon shot
My only regret is how I never knew you better
Mr. Cobain.
We had such fun nights with Mr. Yorke
and Mr. Coyne
Just laughing
And taking turns rolling Thom's glass eye across the floor.
Spring training.
I'm laughing on my bed outside
Catching glances of the summer
Coiled and contemptuous
They go on their lives not caring
Who lives.
Who dies.
Three girls climbed into my window
They smelled of grass and
polyurethane
The children died 6 years ago
The Johnny Carsons of this life
And
GET OFF MY HAND *******
PASS ME THE FOOTBALL
Percodin.
Codin.
Coding.
I just turned the page
And I'll be ****** if I do it again
“oh ****
If Dan went white-face ghetto
And wore beatnick clothes
It'd be
AMAZING
The incisor broke my fall
Sorry.
No pork and beans today.
Ericccccc
Help my head
Chalk these mint leaves up to fate.
Because GOD **** are they good.
I'm reading your expression
On an empty pizza box.
You don't seem too pleased.
I fear
This ice in my tray made me soak my bed
Honest!
Flounder had a mohawk
I don't give a **** what you say.
His **** mohawk was badass.
His stubble made Sebastian jealous
A bed of ice is better than a bed of coals
Or a bed of cars
Or a bed of rice
But that would feel really, really good.
Take a guitar solo
Now a bass solo
Now a keyboard solo
Now a harmonica solo
Now beatbox, no go?
Maybe the former
The TRANSFORMER of course. I hope I live to see that one day.
Yes.
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:50 PM UTC
A groan
A moan
Head ready to burst
Pickkkkk it upppp, yessssshhh
The traitorous voice hisses within
Pikkkkk it up and alllll your worrrrries are gonnnnneeeeee
I try-TRY to resist
Six is more than enough!
This vicious cycle cannot continue!
Too late
I’m binging on another tub of ice cream for another hour of Netflix
And another splitting headache coming right up
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
My brother is my brother.
No one is ever going to touch my brother.
No one is ever going look at my brother sideways.
If nobody got my brother, i got my brother.
I might be cool with you but if you have issues with my brother… ima always choose my bro.
Why?
Cause that’s my mother ******* brother.
The one i got to the end.
The one i laugh with.
The one that i tell everything too.
Don’t EVER talk about MY brother to ME!
Cause at the end of the day,
it’s me and my blood brother.
Over alllll you little scary ******
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
She finally peaks her head out from her watery love
And I watch her breathe in this human air, alllll this fresh air
And this I swear, is more then I can bare
Seeing her face, eyes, damp and dark from the sea
And I wonder what the sun feels like to her against her
Pale, flawless skin, this thought made my heart sore for weeks
The color of her blue eyes in the sun, as pretty as the sea
Her eyes hold the sea, she is the Goddess of me
The sea has spared me from this, beautiful, scare
The sea gave her thoughts of we, she sees me
She is extremely perfect, with faded skin, perfect eyes
With the most lightest blonde hair strands,
you have and will ever see
I cannot say whether any disease of love of the heart
Caused her cheeks, her lips to need the sea
But she is the only thing I can see
Her eyes once soooo full of the sea, she is lonely
She actually misses me, the sea listened to my plea
In her heart lives the slightest thought of we
I'm sure she lives a lonely life under the sea
As I watched her visit me secretly
As I watched her perfectly hidden, I watched her heart changed
I saw in her eyes, not only me but the sea can tell
That for the first time, her mind thought that the sea
Wasn't all she sees, the sea is slowly draining from her eyes I think
Her eyes see something in me
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
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no no no no no no no
I had a revelation on the train
GOD has revealed himself
he hides behind flirtation with death
oh he hides
and the music
keeps going
and I have nothing
but the vibrancy of youth golden locked golden key that turns but I am a clumsy troll on top of a mountain, clumsy troll on top of the mountain wearing a frowny face, frowny face
and he drops his giant club in the ground
to sob and cry
because he couldn't get
his soup and wine
oh no
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he's crying because he's left to the mountain
in this video game world
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
I wanna sit down
and be quite and get to know myself
in silence,
it's hard to do that
i've sat on park benches and tried to understand others, by observing them,
movements, strides, clothing, shapes, skin color and all
but not myself, that's a lot easier to do, and still impossible
but...
but
to know myself, that takes time and silence
and I'm addicted to alllll this stuff,
sights, sound and noise coming at me
and work... those 40 hours...that paycheck
if I was brave I would quit it alllll
and go towards the isolation road
but I don't
the world has me in her clutches
and rides me as she pleases
and I forget it all, like a lap dance
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the first night
and the second
and the fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to get
you
out
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain.
because you've moved on so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
goodbye.
i know i'm s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
o
n
g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s l o w
steady
fast
u s e d
n t a y
i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Don’t you hear what im trying to say
Ive scrapped the last of it today
Now shes weary, its time to lay
She insists, she needs to stay
Nay, don’t you see the knife has sunken dear
Cmon pack your bags into that trunk, youre up to steer
**** **** **** **** ****
I don’t even want a buck
I don’t even want a buck!
…… I do…….I do………….
I want it alllll
Every last of you
Did you know I would throw this fit
Thanks, you held for a bit
You don’t hear me
You don’t hear it
Im leaving dear, please stay near
Anxiety is what I fear
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC