"biked" poems
I've drank a thousand beers
I've smoked a million cigarrettes
I've ate at least a hundred Twix bars
I've watched Breakfast at Tiffany's hours on end
I've flirted with every male waiter that brings me
unfulfilling dish after unfulfilling dish
I've bought weekly **** dark outfits
and I've spent my life savings
on beautiful MAC make-up and a new Legacy
and pumps I think you'd like
I've gotten my hair colored every color I can think of
I've tried being an apathetic punk, an upbeat cowgirl,
a wide-eyed polyanna, a harsh madonna, a fuck-you-feline,
an emotionally charged marilyn, and a classy Diane
I've memorized witty jokes, and roasts, and rivetting last lines
I've modeled and sang and became an athlete
I've played hard to get, I've played easy and teasy
And I've twirled my hair and crossed my legs
and learned to walk while swaying my hips
I've ran miles and kilometers and meters and
I've lifted weights and done zumba and yoga and hiked and biked and
****
There's no comfort and no getting to you.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
I found a puzzle piece on the floor.
I cherished it. I spent time with it.
We biked through the streets,
and even cuddled under the sheets.
I found more puzzle pieces on the floor.
I picked them up. But I knew I had to stop.
I had a special piece, the first.
You just happened to satisfy my thirst.
These puzzle pieces I found once on the floor;
I was wrong. They were a lyrics to a song.
I set you down for a little while,
and deciphered the puzzle with a smile.
I found a lot more pieces on the floor.
Telling the story. Relieving my worry.
But there was something I did forget,
that first piece I was able to get.
The puzzle pieces joined together on the floor.
Making an image. Erasing the damage.
And when it was about to be complete,
a piece seemed to be missing, even under my feet.
My puzzle pieces lie on the floor.
Never a picture. It was nothing but a rapture.
For the piece that started it all,
was in a place where I could not crawl.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
I am a flower
growing in the way of a footpath,
from a crack in the pavement,
dog *** human feet shuffling,
bicycle tire spinning
I am a sunflower, glowing
in the morning light.
through sparkling mist,
which sits beside me, feeding
me sweet nothings and soft
droplets.
I am a wild rose,
my thorns are sharp, my
petals are delicate.
My roots reaching,
so deep into the earth,
yet the water has evaporated,
even in those depths, my roots are
cracking,
my hips are drying out.
I am a flower in the middle of a footpath,
I have been trampled and I have
been peed on and biked over.
I am trying to stand up again.
I am trying to stand up again.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 5:18 PM UTC
Ever seen the inside of a Teletubbie's belly?
I did
that **** gave me cataracts and glaucoma
which lead to injesting large amounts of guacamole
got huge
mostly in the head-
found a homeless man, let him sleep on my couch
he liked to tell stories about his encounters with celebrities
oh which he was one
back in the day, I think he was on Rosanne
never watched it but he was cool enough
we biked to the overpass to drop waterballoons on those who needed them most
like fake-tanned blondes in convertibles
and bicyclers.
I love all kinds of people and can forgive their beligerence
though mine are quite strange
I like canoing in trees and making mosaics from bone fragments and rubies
just a bit of a mind juggler
smacking singles on counters for pregnancy tests and breath mint
tell a tubby his belly is wide
and boy you'll be scoutin' a whole new skull.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
9th month
September2013:
blue skys
warm air
at night it would go cold
the autumn leaves slowly started to fall
still rained from the summer
and the cold wind
started to chill us to the bone
On the first week
i walked to my friends house
with Zoe and her french exchange student Elise on my side,
we waked into Zoes house and sat in the kitchen
Elise had an apple with peanut butter
Me and Zoe Had Soup
We walked after to a little River bank,
Elise sat on the rocks
i skipped flat rocks like Amelie Poulain
Zoe took picutres of the river.
We found a ripped dollar bill with a phone number written on it
Zoe texted it, no answer
it rained later that evening
i reasted on my bed and thought about the day
with a smile
i Biked to my favorite field
one evening...
recited a poem i made up in my head
the one line that i repeted was
" Will the love of Fall and Winter choose me this year?"
a week later a girl named Kirsten walked into my life
with a smile and wave, i wanted to meet her
we talked one day and planned to go to my favorite field
on a Friday..Friday the 13th..not so unlucky
though i cut myself shaving
i went to go meet her that friday
i walked down the stairs
there she was at the bottom of the stair case
"What will become of us?"i thought
She facing the other way,
i wondered if we would become friends
I tapped her on the shoulder
turned around with a surpised look
then she gave me a warm smile
We went to the field
sat in a childrens park
Then sat in the grass that melted in the sun
i showed her a leaf that looked like a heart
..i kept it under my hat...
i walked her home, she lived close by
i gave her a hug and left with a smile on my face
Got home and put the heart leaf on my wall
We became friends
Talked everyday
i would walk her home
and meet her in the field
as i came in riding my bike
She kissed me before i left...
I started to fancy her
she to started fancy me
I asked if she would be mine
she told me wait
i said " i will!"
Nights came
when we walked around looking the stars and looking at the city lights
laying the grass and runnning around
we were happy
The night was ours
She kissed me goodnight
i went home
fell upon my flower my bed
and dreamed of her...
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Everything reminds you of him.
Everything.
I stepped out of my bed and looked at my bare feet, the nailpolish on my toes chipping away from prom night.
I get into the shower and I wash my hair, feeling its curliness and remembering his fingers running through it.
Fingers, and then
My hands, dangling them behind me in long hallway, wishing you would latch on.
My dad, and the times I biked to your house to drown out the hurtful words he screamed in my ears, and knowing that you would kiss the bruises on my thighs until they disappeared.
My ankles and the times you laughed at the patch of hair I missed while shaving
My backpack and the how you lent me three dollars and 48 cents so I could buy it.
*And my cheeks, and all those ****** days when you refused to kiss them, but kissed my lips instead*
Thinking about God, remembering thanking Him everyday that I’m alive every time I pass the part of 94 E where I got into my car accident, on the way home from your house on that icy night.
I can’t function in a normal way without pangs of hurt
Popping into my head like bee bee gun pellets.
I can’t think of bee bee guns without thinking about that night we hung out with your stupid friends and they shot a phone book with it, putting holes three inches deep.
I can’t think of that night without getting angry at your parents.
I can’t think of your parents without thinking about the day your mom caught me putting my shirt back on after an hour and a half of happiness
and how she sat us down
And said that you needed to think about your future, you future wife.
Was I really worth it?
Were you wasting your time?
I guess that was always up to you.
I can’t think of Christmas, because you gave me a ring that morning
And we fought a lot that winter.
I can’t think about Halloween because we used to go to Erin’s party every year
Except this year because she cancelled it
At least
I think she did.
I can’t think about valentine’s day because the day before it is our anniversary, the day you asked me to be yours
Over a text message.
And I said yes.
Over a text message.
I can’t think of easter because that was the day I kidnapped you
And took you far away from your mom
Where we couldn’t hear her tell us we were wrong about each other.
We went to a bridge
And you made me feel so beautiful even though my shoes were so ugly.
And we kissed on top of every sculpture
And we tried to kiss at the very top of the world, but it was closed
Because of easter.
And I can’t think about the day after easter
Because that was when I ended it.
And I’m not ever gonna get over this.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:45 PM UTC
stars in my eyes
honey tea in my hands
a button up shirt
and ***** grey pants
standing on a hill
the moon watched me closely
and sung into my ear
i sung loudly after him
*you honestly think i miss you?
i miss the days
i talked with the moon
and sat on a porch
with my friends
as they smoked cigarettes
the sunset...resting in our eyes
as we laughed
and made quotes,
the days i biked
and felt so freely*
then i proceeded to melt
into the earths fingers...
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
the day i let go of everything
i began to rise slowly,
a million red balloons
tied with thick satin ribbons
to the back of my favorite orange flannel
and the tinge of sadness i felt
as i floated over a city
where the glasses can't decide
if they're half full or empty
began to drop from the tip of my nose
down into my toes
and finally into the pipes of crack heads
and mouths of puerto rican mothers
yelling at their children
to come home for pastalillos
i watched as nothing changed
the falls still fell
hipsters still biked (pretentiously)
bums still begged for change (in more ways than one)
hood rats still skipped school
20 somethings still boozed
and i realized that as much as this city felt like my salvation,
it wasn't
gulls came along
and popped each balloon,
as i dropped closer and closer to the earth
i panicked
i clung to the remaining balloon
and begged the birds to carry me elsewhere
but i already knew that the only way out of this place
was the way that i came in,
alone
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
We biked to the market
For too-much ice cream
And hot afternoons
We drove to a parking lot
For a couple joints of ****
And impossibly late
Evenings
We exchanged
Cheesy compliments
In my mother’s basement
Just before your first kiss
(Our first kiss)
We flattered each other
With beautiful poems
And genuine emotion
Just before
We finally kissed again
We picked flowers
From the garden
By the middle school
Becoming best friends
We picked basil
From the garden
In my back yard
Not knowing
What we were becoming
But regardless
Of whether we never
Get off our bikes
Or go upstairs
Or head back indoors
I’ll be happy
To be with you
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
We go way back
To bits of boys
We shook hands
He crushed his can
So I crushed mine
We walked
We biked just like we used to
He's done well, we both have
In our different ways
Some things we didn't need to say
It was there
Funny slightly scary he remembers
Stuff I had forgot
Oh my god
He knows me better than
I know myself
Big wide gaps we strode across
Filled them up in seconds flat
Left me feeling good
There's no substitute
For a friend like that
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Delight is a girl, with brown hair and curvy raspberry lips,blue eyes and a crooked smile.She had one tooth that was pushed in on the side of her mouth, but it just added to her smile.Frail fingers and bitten nails,she was quite short but with long legs,and a button nose.She liked listening to music as she filled her room with smoke and dreaming. She was 24 and lived in a wooden house in europe near a lake.
Noel was boy, with black hair and and a small prickly beard growing on his face. he has brown eyes and light skin. His teeth are white but a bit yellow. big hands and bitten nails she was quite tall with big feet, or maybe its just his shoes. he was a tattoo of a balloon on his index finger he says"it means that i will always float on with my life." he likes writing poetry as he drank wine and smoked. He was 23 and lived not far from Delight and always biked everywere he went to.
Delight and Noel are friends since his was 12 and she was 13. they sat near a lake and the water glimmered with the green trees lingering above the world. eating sandwich's that he made. They talked...
Delight- so hows that one girl?
Noel-She left...
Delight-...how sad...
Noel- sure it is....Hows that one boy?
Delight- He left also, found a girl with a better body figure.
Noel-Jerk! i never liked him since i first saw him.
Delight-Whatever...he's gone.Why did she leave?
Noel- she said " you dont hold me right"
Delight- your kidding!
Noel- nope..
they break into laughter
Noel- i sure am a lousy guy... cant even hold a girl right
Delight- sure you can... just need to find a girl who apreciates your touch and your poetic mind.
Noel- Youre the only girl who likes my poetic mind...
Delight- So maybe am meant for you...
Noel-...nah i dont like your crooked tooth...throws me off...
Delight- i dont like your big lousy feet anyway. always stepping on me, and hurting me.
laughter breaks from there mouths
Noel-... but i sure do love your smile when you laugh, your tooth makes it unique
Delight- and i find it cute how many times you say sorry and give that look of worry on your face when you land your huge foot on me.
they smile not looking at eachother...and there hands slowly ravel together
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
"do you live here?"
said a woman labeled white
and bred to prejudge the spectrum.
a woman I had greeted thrice
previously,
and offered a ride
on McGarrity.
her dog
of mixed pedigree
glanced at me,
eyes glossed with shame
as if he sensed my pain.
he tugged on the leash,
eager to be rid
of the tension,
or her....
i couldn't tell.
so I swallowed my nuclear option
and biked on.
~ P
#Biking_Near_Lake_Dow
2/10/2017
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
10th month
October 2013:
I went to the cafe
with my best friend Becca
she ordered something to eat
i ordered a tea
i told my adventures with kirsten so far
to all of it she answered
" You two together yet?"
i replyed
" no not yet, i hope soon."
a couple of days after she told
me she just wanted to be friends
i was sad and all, but i was fine with it
She came over my house one morning
we watched a movie
"Love story"
after we went to my room i showed her my poetry
and climbed on the bed and held hands
We went outside
and biked around for awhile
it was like a movie.
the week to come
we had another night advenutre
it was cold that night
but we ran a lot
sat on a river bank
listened to music
and ran off into a golfcourse
near a pond
we threw our glowsticks in
and layed in the grass
ran through sprinklers
and laughed
Fall was starting to make more of an opening
more cold
more colors were breaking in
me and my friend janessa rode the train
one afternoon before thanksgiving
up and down the town we went
enjoying every moment
thanksgiving came
and kirsten came over my house
she kissed me
and we spent the night
in eacothers arms
We enjoyed it
so we did it a couple of more times
after that night
i remember waking ine morning
with her lip marks on my neck
the last week of october
came around the corner,
Kirsten once again told me
she did not want to be with me
just friends
i accepted it,though i did not want to
i could do nothing
my words were nothing
we spent five days together
i like to refer to them
" the last five days of friendship"
after those five days
something went wrong
and we barely spoke anymore
it snowed terribly
before Halloween
Otober advenures ended
and ****** november came
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
I live
In America,
in a suburb by the woods
where the city is just a sneeze away,
but just too far to touch.
And the fireworks at the baseball games rattle my windows at night
and the 10:15 train rattles by
on time
every night
She lives
In Japan
in a little town by the sea
I was there once, among the rice and water
and we both biked to school.
And the cranes that loaded the massive ships loomed over our lives
and the hush of a small town woke me
ever
single
night
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
"When I was a child, I thought like a child, I talked like a child, I reasoned like a child. Now that I am a man, I must put my childish ways behind me."
I do believe that I have entered into the Twilight Zone
I woke up this morning and all of a sudden people were expecting me to do things for myself
When the hell did mom stop making my doctors appointments for me?
What the hell is this "get a job" nonsense
And why does everyone keep telling me "Welcome to adulthood"?
Like its some awesome place with candy and nonstop Spongebob
When did Saturday become "laundry day"
Where are my cartoons?
Since when did gas prices become more important the cost of Harry Potter books?
What the hell are these silverish hairs starting to pop up all over my head?
And HOW THE **** DO YOU FILE TAXES?
I did not agree to this.
I miss the days of nonstop sunshine kissing my cheeks as I biked down the lanes of Candy Land
When did farts become rude and not funny?
Where is my PB and J with the crusts cut off?
Shouldn't there be a class on how to become a grown up?
I feel like I was thrown into the deep end and expected to know how to swim
I can barely doggy paddle
Is this some sick joke?
I don't wanna grow up, I wanna be a **** toys-R-us kid
I WANT MY MOMMY
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
i found you one day
when i was only 15.
funny thing is,
you were only 15 too.
you were cut kinda funny,
so off they shipped you.
your color wasn't quite right either.
i tried you on for size
and you were perfect.
robin's egg blue.
since then we've done a lot,
and seen a lot too.
we've been coast to coast
and overseas.
spent summers at the ballpark.
handing out dip'n dots
and watching pop flies.
moshed, danced, drank, smoked, ran, biked, swam
together in fredonia.
climbed over mountains, deserts and everything in between.
one night we were in a three legged race
and that's when you got your first hole.
the lace pulled right through you.
since then you've gotten a few more
and your souls have worn thin.
i think of them as battle scars,
memories.
you tell my story better than i ever could.
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 12:44 AM UTC
i biked today
down that street
down that field
the snow gathered onto my tires
and my bike came to a stop
and i flipped onto to my back
the bike rode off and fell on its side
the wheel was still turning
my touque covered in snow
and my bare hands getting cold real fast
i layed there looking at the clouds
looking at my frozen breath escape into the air
i looked to my sides
and i was sinking
into this white sea
the sea
of lost memories
i looked back up
and i thought
to myself...even the voice in my head was shivering
"how did this come to be?"
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
Today, I drove through a town filled with our ghosts.
I can almost see us flying over the tracks on 99 where you raced a train once, I can almost hear us screaming our heads off to Blink 182 lyrics. I can almost see us on the street late at night while you ran and I biked back to your house from my work.
I can almost see us walking around the mall, hand in hand. Making out in the back of the movie theater when you were supposed to be at school.
I can almost feel you beside me, laying on the couch with me. I can almost hear "I love you" in my ear.
The moon reflects all of the ghosts. The ones of you and me. The ghosts of what was and what could have been and what could be.
I can almost hear you now saying "don't get ahead of yourself." But this is how I process. And these ghosts need to be put to rest already.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
I hadn’t thought of my first boyfriend in years.
The way everything was new and he never felt silly when I asked him to dance in the rain, even though I felt silly. The way he knew I loved when his cologne lingered on my clothes because I crawled into a space between his arm and his body.
I remember crying in the diner by my house late at night,
we were just friends, two years after we broke up but he always made me feel a warm sort of comfort, he always made me laugh when I was mad and he always managed to make me mad on my best of weeks. He was scared of going up to Georgia alone. I, naively confused, asked why would he go to Georgia alone. When I repeated the word army, it left a bitter taste on my mouth, did’t quite roll off the tongue like home. Like our small, loud city was home. Like when he biked to my house in the rain was home. Like going to the Colombian Bakery where worked, was home. Like he was home.
Except, my home was leaving, and when he asked me to go,
I cried, held onto him and said no, said I have a boyfriend who doesn’t love me like home does and my life is just starting.
That was 8 years ago. I’m 23 now. Made the same mistakes repeatedly. Changed my entire life and started over. Reinvented myself every time I rented the heart of a man who was not home. My home lives in Honolulu, has traveled the world, changed into a man who still has that wide smile I loved. My co-worker mentioned how certain smells remind her of certain people and asked if I agreed. I hadn’t thought of that boy, whose Kenneth Cole Reaction still lingers on my old high school uniform, in years. Told her certain smells remind me of a place I always found comfort in. I wonder if he knows he will always have a home here, always have a place to stay in my heart. I will leave the door open and when he picks up to leave again, I will say you are always welcome here, to this little corner of the world, where nothing exciting ever happened, but you will always be loved.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
Emptiness, loneliness, are like being, in the middle, of a great forest, far removed from people, feeling, noise, houses, everything. Yet old men fished in the running creek, children biked under the warm sun, or played tag, on the road, deer were seen, all the time, early mornings, fog kissed the ground, and the neighborhood, was bathed in quiet, on certain days , and times, rain falls, like holy water, those upon those hoping, for miracles,or some magic,to make everything better, or at least,bright and new
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
When we were in fifth grade we used to pretend that you were the President.
We’d sit you up on your desk, located on the tallest slide and bow down to you,
And then you’d address the world.
And when I got bored, I’d go pinch the boy I liked
And when he ran away, I’d kick him
But I don’t think I ever kicked you
Because you never ran away
And when we were thirteen
You biked to my house in the rain
And I didn’t even offer you a towel
But you didn’t even kiss me.
So we both can have our regrets, I guess
But now
When we’re sitting in your car
With wind in our hair
We can feel our pasts
Meshing like
The way our lips do
When we sing together
You make my heart, skip
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
We met in the sunshine under the granite
I didn’t know you yet, but my heart did
I don’t know why
We would let our friendship grow
Where we biked to that bridge
Cold beer in hand
Swollen ankle submerged
Tissiack cried and we kissed
Slow it down, you said
I was ravenous
I don’t know why
A distant lightning storm
The smell of herb on your skin
I’d be leaving soon
Tissiack cried and we kissed
I’ve humored that habit
With each lightning storm since
Just to feel it again
I don’t know why
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Woke up on a sunday
on october
trees stripping away there disguise
and grass losing all happiness
as if they lost a lover
Woke up on a sunday
were the first thing in my head
was her...
Walked out into the world
onto the street
coming down the road
on a bike
she comes
And thought to myself
"why is she coming to see me"
came in and sat down
we watched an old movie
she sat on one side
i on the other
and i thought to myself
"would she liked if i were closer?"
took her to my room
she read some poetry
took her downstairs
were i have another bed
we held hands
and we were silent
we took our bikes out into the cold
and rode down the street
thinking
"this is like a movie"
We sat in a cold park
we we sit all the time
silent
and i thought
"should i?no. i'll swallow it down"
she bikes off as do i
on my head my all afternoon
i biked to her house
she came walking down the grove
Gorgeous she looked
we sat in the leaves and we took picutures
she said
"what did u do for the rest of your afternoon?"
and i thought
" i thought about you all afternoon"
but said
"oh nothing much"
we hugged eacother
tight hugs there beautiful
she walks off with a smile
and as do i
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC