"bubba" poems
Our family got the news today
Our bubba's gettin' hitched
Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen
Got our boy bewitched
He's sayin' that he loves her
He's making her his bride
She's the first to get him this close
Though not too many tried
We've got to get things ready
Send invitations and make candles
We've got to get the good jars out
The one's that still have handles
The minister is on alert
We've got to make some shine
Grandpa says he'll make some up
But, it will not all be mine
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
This time there'll be no shotgun
Like the last time for old Ben
This time the guns are empty
Not the way they were back then
The banjos will be tuned up
There'll be music in the air
The cops won't try to stop it
I think most will all be there
The ladies will be planning
Just how to serve up all the grub
While Bubba has to find a suit
And therein lies the rub
He's never worn a suit at all
Not even for a day
He's only dressed in coveralls
And that's how he's gonna stay
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
It'll be a **** dang doodle
A hell of a good time
It'll only be completed
When they run out of the shine
there'll be singing and some dancing
Underneath the harvest moon
We can't wait for it to happen
It cannot come too soon
There'll be readings from the bible
Which the minister will read
And as good holy Christians
Everyone will heed
There's sure to be some fighting
Before the couple say "I do"
I mean, they are both cousins
I'm gonna go...aren't you?
Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
I have a bad case of the munchies
Should have took a right
Maybe the next exit on this stoner highway
Will lead to munchville
This 1991 Chevy S10 is Casa de marijuana
Stoners only ride
6 oz of berry white
2 oz of bubba kush
3 1/2 gs of Pineapple Express
I'm ******
Yet I've only had 4 bowls 2 extendo blunts
And 1 braided joint
Lost my touch
Hold on
Let me get right
Alright I'm not even high
Lets smoke another bowl
I'm ready to **** it up all night
Smoke out the western hemisphere
I'm a stoner
Staying ****** in ******* Mexico
So roll you a blunt
Pack a bowl
**** up the night
Get ******* ******
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
To know just where your're going
You must know where you've been
You must respect the history
The things others have seen
It's true in all things relative
Be it music, sports or life
If you don't know where you came from
You're just dancing on a knife
Gherig, Ruth and Robinson
May, and Mantle, Seaver too
Respect their contributions
And don't just say Ruth who?
Respect where things have come from
And the players of the past
Because you learn and make things better
It's what makes the **** game last
Jimmy Foxx, Bob Gibson, Kaline
Nestor Chylak and The Goose
They made baseball special
They gave the game a little juice
Orr, Richard and Gretzky
Gordie Howe and Howie Morenz
You have to know about them
You need the beginning to your ends
Bob Baun and Bill Barilko
Connie Smythe and yeah...the Chief
You have to know their history
They're what it is to be a Leaf
The game has changed immensely
Things can not go back in time
But to me...the old alumni
Made the game I know as mine
Respect the ones before you
The ones who laid the groundwork down
The ones who made it special
The non-pretenders to the crown
Elvis, Buddy, Harrison
Played the songs inside their heart
Lennon, Wilson and the rest
They all played a real big part
Every single generation
should learn from the one before
For if they don't know where they've come from
Then what has it all been for?
Nicklaus, Palmer, Bobby Jones
Sarazen and Hogan too
They pushed the gameright to it's limits
Now the pressure's upon you
The new breed are the teachers now
They're the ones to lead the way
When twenty or so years from now
You'll hear somebody say
"Respect who came before you
The ones who made us so **** proud
LIke Nash and , Perry and Taylor Hall
They played the game so loud
Pudge, Jeter, and Verlander
they brought it up a notch
They were there to stretch the limits
Not to just sit by and watch
Rory, Justin Rose and Mahan
Bubba, Dustin and the rest
They are the players of the future
They all respected the games best
So, to know where you are going
You must know where you have been
Respect, past through the future
And all that's happened in between.
May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
I feel mean and nasty.
I cuss out everyone I talk to behind their backs, saying
'That asshole!'
Or,
'What a pussy!'
For no reason but that the caffeine wears me thin.
My only child-friend is Bubba the dog, who gives me those eyes,
'I've never tried watermelon before, please Jilly can I try it!?'
And, of course I say yes.
Dogs love you even when their food comes late.
He's a pit bull. I feel someone of importance when I walk down the street with him, you know,
'Move it, coming through with my friend the tan pitbull with the sad eyes! We don't have all day! We have to eat watermelon!'
He lays in the sun and I think of things.
'Why is he afraid of water?
Why does he step so daintily over obstructions in his path?
What does he really think of those
cats he chases...does he want them to sit down and eat watermelon with us?'
I want someone to eat watermelon with us.
Danny is at work, and the sun is high in the powder blue backdrop it calls home.
We want a watermelon friend.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
(song lyrics)
Verse 1:
Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel
Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile
And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck
But the final straw that I can’t take: Ya’ sold my pickup truck
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 2:
I didn’t care when ya’ bought that stuff on TV’s QVC
Or ‘cause ya’ always thought of me as your private Money Tree
Or catalog-orderin’ ever’thing from within ol’ Sears Roebuck
But I’ll be danged if I’ll sit still since ya’ sold my pickup truck!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 3:
So I went and saw a gypsy gal, and a curse on you imposed
To put sand in your chewin' gum and runners in your ***** hose
And all your clothes and accessories to never, ever match
And chiggers in your bed sheets - so you’ll always have to scratch!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 4:
I seen ya’ last Saturday night at Bubba’s Bar and Grill
The image of you in stripes and checks remains within me still
And them red chigger welts upon your nose and face
Tells me that the gypsy curse is workin’ ever’ place!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
I have met Masters and OGs
within joint commissions.
While my dear, Granddaddy Purple’s
spending my tuition.
But, it was merely a Blue Dream
at blunt ceremonies.
While Hindus and Afghans breed in
holy matrimonies.
Look at all of Mary Jane's strains,
I want to be like them;
stuck pondering my bud's embrace
and all’the broken stems.
Reuniting the Skywalker's
was quite like the Death Star
far out, in space and burns fast like
Sour Diesel’s quick car.
I rode the Pineapple Express,
then I hit the Train Wreck.
Lights out! The conductor demands
that we have our pipes checked.
Look at all of Mary Jane's strains,
I have plenty of them,
still pondering my bud's embrace
and all’the broken stems.
My bud's came less often and I
became less credible.
I told my bud Bubba that we
should switch to edibles.
“But, you can't eat these sweets unless
the treat's gradual high
stops your bud’s from disappearing.
You need me to get by!”
Where are all of Mary Jane's strains?
I need some more like them;
losing the embrace of my bud’s
and all’the broken stems.
All my buds have vacated me.
All that's left is Reggie
and Mid, who aren't like my kind buds;
they’re leaving me edgy.
I’m hanging with Mid and Reggie
hoping they'll come around
But now, even they’re gone, and I
have lost what was once found.
The strains of Mary Jane are gone.
I can't live without them!
I dream to see my bud's once more
and all’the broken stems.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
** Flashback **
**One day when I was younger,
I was asked what I wanted to be,
When I grew up;
By my mother. **
*I said:
'When I grow up mummy,
I want to be a beautician!'
She said:
'Well munchkin,
Why do you want to be a beautician?'
I replied:
'Mummy?
Isn't it obvious??'
Mummy asked quizzically:
'No, honey,
What's obvious'
'Mummy, I want to be a beautician,
So I can help people,
Make them look beautiful.
Even if I'm not and no one will love me,
I still want other people to be beautiful and happy.' I said in a 'duh' tone of voice.
'Baby daddy loves you and-' she started but I cut her off.
'No mummy! He thinks that I'm ugly and useless! I heard him on the phone! Mummy I know he left because of me!' I started sobbing.
'No baby, you aren't useless and ugly. I will always be here for you and I will always love you. Daddy was just so stupid he doesn't know what he's talking about.' She coed.
I started to calm down but made her promise 'Mummy will you promise me something please?'
'Sure bubba, whatever you want.' She said calmly.
'Mummy, will you pinky promise me that you will always love me and never leave me?' I asked, suddenly nervous.
'Of course I will baby. I will never ever leave you!' She then took my pinky and promised. *
** 2 years later **
I sat in my room sobbing. How was I supposed to look after my brother and me by myself?
** She broke her promise ** was the only thought running through my mind.
She left me and my brother to fend for ourselves. No mother. No father.
She left us for another man.
One I now hated.
She left us for God.
She was ...
** dead **
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
1. Chew 3 pieces of Grape Hubba Bubba at the same time.
2. Wash your car in the rain in your bathing suit.
3. Walk in and out of a store over and over again just to be greeted
repetitively. (this works best at Racetrak and Cici's Pizza)
4. Wear comfortable clothes.
5. Stop caring what you look like.
6. Sing loudly in your car without any music (even at redlights), with your
windows rolled down.
7. Swing, for heaven's sake, swing at the playground.
8. Be nice to everyone, even the snotty retail girl.
9. Go to a church where every Sunday the hairs stand up on your arms
because you feel the presence of GOD.
10. Visit an old cemetery and just sit for a while.
11. Say "I love you" at the end of every phone call, especially to the bill
collectors.
12. Play a video game with your kids, just so they can laugh at how bad you
are.
13. Go without underwear one day.
14. Read Pope and the Bible.
15. Once a month eat whatever you want and however much of it you want.
16. Work out.
17. Snuggle with the warm body of someone who loves you.
18. Let a dog lick your face. (it's really not that bad)
19. Call a random number just to say "hi" to the person who answers.
20. Be yourself so others can know who you truly are.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 3:44 PM UTC
I wrote your sweet name in the glistening snow
I drank too much beer and just had to go
it's your weddin' reception
and I thought Fred should know
that I nailed you last week in my 86 Volvo
Good thing I drank that 12 pack of Schlitz
cause the beer ya'll servin'
gives me the sh-ts
I know it's a tad sloppy
but if I get on my knees
I may **** icicles
cause my doodads'l freeze!
Now the world knows that the ****** did lie
will ya cross the 'T' Billy Bob?
I done ****** myself dry
Happy Honeymoon Fred and your two timin' *****
Don't forget to tell him 'bout Bubba and Frank?
Burp! ....somebody catch me!!!
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Exchanging or replacing an old automobile
can be an intensely emotional experience for anyone
I still have the license plate screws from the first car my mom sold
although I didn’t care at all when my dad sold his car first
I remember crying at the dealership when they took my mom’s Toyota
I don’t even remember my dad telling us he got a new Ford
backseat on the left, behind the driver, was my designated spot, still is
I kept them in an empty Hubba Bubba OUCH! Gum tin, the screws
sometimes I’d open it up just to hold them
and wonder why I’d cared so much about that car
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
Don't you call me Bubba
Don't ever cross that line
I may be somewhat redneck
But, don't you ever cross that line
Don't call my sister Buehla
Don't ever cross the line
My sister, is my sister
And she's on my side of the line
Bubba, Buehla, Bobby Sue
To us they sound the same
You've crossed the line
this time, Bud
Those aren't our ****** names
I may be a redneck from
Below the Mason Dixon Line
But, Bubba is my cousin's name
It sure as hell ain't mine
You may say that you're sorry
To some that may be fine
But to me, you're only sorry
Cause you got caught across the line
Don't cross the line with me,, no sir
Don't make me hunt you down
Don't cross the line with me, no sir
I'll run you out of town
Bubba, Buehla, Bobby Sue
To us they sound the same
You've crossed the line
this time, Bud
Those aren't our ****** names
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
My buddies shared stories
When they wanted protection
But the ******** fanatics’
Decisions were static
Used all possible ploys
To manipulate guys
Into blowing their loads
In their pink little holes
These girls might be crazy
They may well be *****
For all we know
They might want a baby
Regardless of risk
My guys fell for their tricks
When one ruse failed
The girls went down their list
They said not to worry
*** and ***** are clean
When they ****** the next day
It burned like lit gasoline
They turned up the heat
Seduction was key
Till all they could think
Was with the head between their legs
It won’t feel as good
Sensitivity reduced
You won’t stay hard
And I won’t stay wet and squirt jets
You should accept my request
I thought we were cool
If you just trusted me…
Be carefree like a hippie baby!
Emotional blackmail
I’ll get mad if you insist
To protect your *****
Resistance is futile *****
They said if we must
Let ME wrap it up
I’ll secretly poke holes
Or slip off before you explode
She’ll have no *** at all
Or she’ll force you down
And stay on top
Making you drop the ****** to the ground
She says she’s on the pill
When she’s definitely not
Even if you pull out
There’s still ***** in your pre-cum, no doubt
Either she’ll give you disease
Or steal your seed for a baby
None of that is love
So wear a glove bubba
At the end of the story
They said don’t stick your **** in crazy
She might get too attached
You’ll wake up with your **** and ***** detached
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC
Gum is another tongue in your mouth,
taste-bud studded with sugar and pink
Hubba Bubba Double Bubble
Your jaw feels like expanding bread
when you rest from chewing
flatten it into a saucer and
let it balloon from your mouth,
it distends like an internal *****
or the full stomach of a frog
spilling from your lips
(When he stretches, you see veins
********* across his amphibian chest)
It hooks itself on your nose
and wilts into a pink tangle.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
The stars in the night shine so bright
I can see your smile
I reminisce I can feel your lips
as they kissed mine
so young and wild
Together we was inseparable
two hearts intertwined
we was making love more than we was making up
i was yours and baby you was mine
we promised always and forever
together we held onto the night
laying in each mother's arms
I remember back then when it felt so good to be alive
The stars in the night shine so bright
reminding me of the sparkle in your eye
and those hot summer nights
I reminisce I can feel your lips
as they kissed mine
so young and wild
Together we was inseparable
two hearts intertwined
making love holding onto each other tight
we was making love more than we was making up
and sweetheart you gave birth to beautiful lil girl
blonde hair blue eyes so sweet and adorable
we named her Shy
and baby doll ,those was truly the best days of my life
The stars in the night shine so bright
I can see your face
I reminisce I can feel your lips
as they kissed mine
so young and wild
Together we was inseparable
two hearts intertwined
we was making love more than we was making up
i was yours and baby you was mine
we promised always and forever
together we held onto the night
I remember back then when it felt so good to be alive
that one beautiful summer day in June
is like a song we used to play
and just like yesterday I still remember
holding Autumn in my arms
and that song still plays on and on
because when I look in her eyes
they remind me so much of you
and
The stars in the night shine so bright
I can feel your touch
I reminisce I can feel your lips
as they kissed mine
so young and wild
Together we was inseparable
two hearts intertwined
making love holding onto each other tight
I remember back then when it felt so good to be alive
As I sit and write I think about you little guy
our birthdays are one day apart ain't funny
how time fly's but you never left my side
Bubba please just always remember this
you was such a special gift, you was my birthday wish
and I love you.
The stars in the night shine so bright
I can taste your kiss
I reminisce I can feel your lips
as they kissed mine
so young and wild
Together we was inseparable
two hearts intertwined
making love holding onto each other tight
I remember back then when it felt so good to be alive
Tonight when I go to sleep
I will dream of you my little angel
and together you and me will keep the dream alive
because I know your heart
Shanay you miss what used to be a happy family.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
There's a guy dressed up as Freddie Kruger for Halloween
Freddie Kruger can't sing the high part during Eye Of The Tiger
I murmur something to my friend
Me: Freddie Crooner
My friend laughs more than he needs to
We aren't sure whose whiskey sour is whose anymore
My roommate doesn't want to sing in front of people
She'd rather hide in her glass and mingle with the ice
But I make her duet a Nirvana song with me
Which we scream and she starts having fun
The crowd claps with relief when we're done
Freddie Kruger offers me a fist bump
A group of sweet plump ladies takes turns singing love ballads
They all have pretty voices and work at Bubba Gump on the pier
The one that sang the Adele song is studying business
She tells me while we smoke outside during Wonder Wall
I sing nine minutes of Meatloaf
My voice cracks and growls like feedback
This guy buys me a shot afterwards
My throat is so dry that I have to drink it in tiny sips
This guy thinks me and my friends are fun
I duet Desperado with him and we knock over stools and laugh
He has clearly never heard the song Desperado before
Me and my friends invite the whole bar to sing an Aerosmith song together
I think that this may be the only way to really appreciate Aerosmith
I drive my roommate and my self back to our apartment
I'm drunk but I pretend I'm sober so she won't get scared
Then sometimes I laugh bizarrely to scare her a little bit
But always end up lying and reassuring her that I'm sober
We start talking about Lou Reed because he had died that day
I guess Lou Reed didn't like when people said RIP
Which I had written in my facebook status about him dying
I don't really care much because Lou Reed wasn't really a friend of mine
I just liked his music
And he never mentions in any of his songs anything
About people saying RIP
When we got to the bar the first thing I did
Was to look for a Lou Reed song to sing
But there weren't any
So I sang other songs instead
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
Piles of papers glaring at me.
Signed, stamped, copied, for time and a fee.
Words and no promises, on the bark of a tree.
While you're somewhere else rapidly growing.
Days pass, we punch clocks, adding the time.
As the papers, they sit in the back of my mind.
She thinks wanting to see you is none but a crime.
While you're somewhere else distantly dreaming.
All the jabber and frenzy of what's wrong and right,
While no one observes our rigorous plight,
The lack of your presence haunts him at night.
While you're somewhere else sharing your laughter.
Your room is filled with your toys and your smiles,
Waiting for you to play in it awhile.
Waging war with the enemy goes on for miles.
While you're somewhere else slowly forgetting.
To say sadness is present does not quite explain.
All the stress, anger, longing inside of his brain.
Constantly trying to distract from the pain.
While you're with those who want to restrain you.
I believe there is good in the hearts of the wise,
Yet, some will use pawns to harvest the lies.
While the ones they need dearly are hung out to dry.
While you're somewhere else coloring pictures.
In the end, we will see you again and again.
No matter how many papers or strokes of a pen.
We love you, bubba, and we WON'T give in.
Cause you're somewhere else, incomplete.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
Blithering blather of bothering biting bothers that botherly blather their blantant blatherings of bumbling bemusings brought by bringing blue berries back by blue babaoons bumping beehives behind bubba bears big buggy before biggoted bums braving boorish battles
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
how my cell-mate loved me
i miss him now and then
i am finally on the outside
but he's doing five to ten.
i met him in the lunch room
he followed to the yard
and when he brushed against me
i felt something really hard.
don't be shy he told me
i'll treat you right, you'll see
and then he whispered nothings
while making love to me.
how my cell-mate loved me
let me count the ways
i love his big house nickname
they call him Bubba J
Bubba is a big boy
and really hairy too
if **** rugs are what you love
then he's the one for you.
He is a big bad tough guy
until he is alone
and then he is a teddy bear
I love to make him moan.
He is so soft and snuggly
he is my ******* coo
he hates for me to call him that
as a tough guy he'd be thru.
he is like putty in my hands
for sure when i am done
but at the start he is so hard
at least until he ****
if he gives me sass
i smack his *** and send him to his bunk
i am the boss of this sweet pair
and I treat him like a punk.
he stands real tall when free time comes
and fear is felt by all
but he looks up when facing me
and i'm just five feet tall.
i am the tough guy it turns out
and he is just a queen
i love him and he loves me
he's the best i've ever seen.
too bad i'm here and he is there
i think i'll rob a store
then i'll be back in with him again
and have sweet love once more.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
I saw last night
What you did to Ted Cruz,
"A lying baby leaning on a Bible."
That quote is masterful.
Is that why you spent all that time with Bubba?
It just occurred to me you might have learned a thing or two
hanging out with the most naturally gifted living politician in the world?
And maybe that's part of why you cultivated that relationship with the Clintons?
You ****** up some of his skills like a sponge didn't you Donald?
And you were also keeping your enemies close before they knew they were enemies,
You saw them blinded by the bubble,
Bumbling over egos,
And you saw the seas parting,
Left and right drowning beside you as You walked across to the promise land,
Legs of the future spread out in front of you
Weeping with yearning,
Glistening in the light at the end of the tunnel.
You have no idea what it will be like to be President.
And I know you know you might bankrupt the world.
You have failed at easier things, Sir.
We both know this,
And we both know you don't care.
You are going to **** this country one way or another.
Will it be romantic?
I'm guessing it will be more like
gray **** gonzo ****
On a gold plated VHS,
But maybe not.
If you have taught History anything,
And it's clear you are teaching that ***** a lesson,
A crash course in what Nietsche called
"The Will To Power."
If you have taught History anything it's that
You won't let her tell you what to do.
I hate to do it,
but I just got to love you brother,
Or at least let go of my sentimentality,
And admit you will likely win.
your style is so much more tacky and just plain pathetic than you will ever understand,
But your knife is true blue,
Like the spirit of Sinatra.
You trump it up,
**** it,
Bump it and dump it.
Then you take that money
And bake it and shake it.
Baby you were born to run.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
I wake up but, bubba, I don't wanna.
Put on my cleanest ***** shirt.
Smoke some marijuana.
Brush my teeth.
Got nothin to eat.
Head on to school,
So I won't be a fool.
I'm at the top of the list.
I have the best GPA.
But I still feel worthless,
At the end of the day.
Hello Poetry,
Let's you read my thoughts.
I'm even one of your favorites.
But still, I feel lost.
I'm good at everything,
But I get nothin' done.
In the face of danger,
I get up and run.
Where am I going?
Where have I been?
Get me out of this slum.
That I'm livin' in.
So I can put on my pants.
One leg at a time.
Put on a clean shirt,
And get on my grind.
Its time to buckle up.
The ride ahead is rough.
It's time to buckle down.
Stop actin' a clown.
So next time you see me
I'll be on my high horse
On my pedestal, I shine
Can you come?
But, of course.
Just as long as you were there.
At rock bottom with me,
While I trekked through the mud,
And the dirt and debris.
If when I was down,
You got up and left.
Get off my high horse.
And go **** yourself.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 9:15 AM UTC
he studies people and he sees people, not for the outside but he looks right through them like the outside doesn't even matter. he can see your heart right through your chest. big and bright and warm, or cold and stale and unreachable. when he hugs you, his warmth seeps through your shirt and clings to your skin like your favorite perfume that you wish would never wear off. who needs a light in a room when you have his smile?
he started out as a little seed in the ground, and now you turn around and he's grown another 6 inches.
he doesn't care about himself. he doesn't mind if he has a cut on his ankle and its bleeding everywhere, if you have a paper cut, he will give you the last bandaid. if your sick, he will bring you a trash can and some water (spilling half of it on your floor) and he will sit with you on your bed all day talking to you and watching movies, even though you and him both know he can't sit still for even 5 minutes straight, and when you get sick and pick up the trash can, he will throw the covers over his head and he will pat your back (from under the covers) so he, as he quotes "doesn't get your sickies, or see your sickies."
when your feeling down, he will run into your room and he will look you straight in the eyes and say, ***** your too pretty to be crying, whats wrong? and you can literally see the compassion flowing out of his eyes into yours.
nate is a perfect example of how every human should be. live like nate does everyday, searching for no reward, finding satisfaction in simply the smile he puts on your face.
live like my superman, and you'll finally understand what it means to live.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
there you are:
brown mop of hair,
glasses you refuse to keep on,
teal green eyes,
broad smirk,
thin body stretched over 206 bones
a man
not my little brother –
no,
when you were little
you sat in that carriage and I read to you:
hours upon hours of stories you probably don’t remember,
but that I cherish
and when you were little
I would ask if you were a boy or a girl
and because I wanted a sister you would always say the opposite of what you are
and most of all when you were little, I shielded you
I carried you
I picked you up
but now you are a man
trapped inside his head
I see this shell of you, my brother,
but sometimes I can’t find you
sometimes all I see are your teal eyes
and not behind them
and there are moments where I wish I could peel back your skin
layer by layer
and go into your mind and see the chaos
like a busy city,
your mind,
cars honking
smog emanating from the tallest buildings
people milling and shouting and cursing
there is no pause
there is only go
one man in your brain carries in a black briefcase your fears
those worries that stop me from seeing you behind your eyes
and this man with a grey cloud overhead,
cloaked in a hood,
wanders your mind
and passes this fear from one person to the next
until slowly,
and gradually,
your whole brain is filled with grey clouds
and cloaked figures
and black briefcases
and shouting and whispering and laughing
and you disappear
from right here
back into your mind
“come closer”, they say,
“why live in this world when you can live in ours?”
and I hate these men; these people
distributing your fears
when it started, it was simply a fear of food,
but then it was
a fear of the world,
a fear of an illness,
a fear of yourself,
my little brother,
who smiled so brightly and vividly it was distractingly beautiful,
who draws so intensely and maturely and incredibly,
paints pictures of wisdom at sixteen,
who has rules and standards to the depths and validity of music
my little brother is trapped
and my stomach sinks when I ask:
“are you okay?”
and he only replies
“…yeah…”
and I feel so helpless when he looks so tired with his sunken eyes
because those men control him
they take all of him away and leave only a shell of my little brother
my bravest brother
my inspiring brother
my strong brother
whom I wish I could wipe clean of all the briefcases
and cloaked figures
and men
and fill his mind with a string of white lights,
Christmas lights,
and layer it with the smell of brownies baking in the oven,
and screens on which are projected his favourite shows and movies and videos of him,
my little brother,
who fights these men every day
and he deserves a medal of honour
because there is a war in his mind
and he battles incessantly
and I know, very soon,
even if only for a little while,
he’ll get a break from this city of his mind
and he’ll win.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
I scoop up the last armful of clothes from my drawer,
Look at my uncle sitting at my computer
my eyes screaming,"I'm done, that's it"
he nods his head, listening to my aunt on the other end of the phone
and playing with the settings of the security camera dad bought to spy on us.
I carry them into the hallway,
kick grandmas already half open door
drop them on the bed
and sort them out;
a pair of pants,
I lift the shirts from the Mexican midnight takeout box
insert the pants,
put the shirts back down
add another pile of shirts
and fit the socks and underwear along the side.
this is the third box
and it's done.
three boxes, a clothes basket, a backpack and a computer
and I feel like a hoarder, like I have far more than I need.
as I turn around I feel him wrap his arms around my neck
and ease his tear filled eyes onto my shoulder.
"I love you, Bubba"
he says, in a voice deeper than it should be
"I can deal with him,
but living without either of my brothers scares me"
I start crying, I can't hold back the tears
all the pain and suffering of eighteen long years
finally **** near over
and I almost start grabbing clothes and stuffing them back into the drawers.
I almost say
"I can wait six years for a life"
but I look into his eyes
and see that he's telling me not to stay
that his heart will be torn up
but he can make it through
he always has.
twelve years old and the strongest person I know.
we stand there embraced for a quarter hour
crying until we have no more tears
until we have let out all the anger and fear of the last nine years.
we stumble into the dark hallway
eyes red, swollen, and damp.
Nobody asks any questions
and we continue on with our day,
my entire life piled up on the far side of grandma's bed
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
She's dancing in her skin tight jeans
Little boots with little tassles
When in the bar another comes
And you just know they're gonna wrassle
Hair all up, and dressed the same
I mean, these two could be twins
You know that fur is gonna fly
There'll be someone slappin' skin
There's rules in bars
At times like this
The most important one I'll mention
Is get the bartenders eye just when
You can feel the building tension
The bartender's job is now
Not serving drinks to you
So when you know a fight is on
You'd better order two
That my friend is my advice
I give it to you free
But, when I am out and it is on
I make sure I get three
Bubba's had just one too many
And you know he's gonna blow
It doesn't matter what you say
He's right and you don't know
Just grab a seat and hold on tight
And bud, take my advice
Before the bartender leaves the bar
You'd better order twice
Dancing close is always good
It doesn't do no harm
Except when the one you're dancing with
Came on another's arm
You'd better get your order in
Because, the fists are gonna fly
And you'll be waiting for a while
Before another you can buy
There's rules in bars
At times like this
The most important one I'll mention
Is get the bartenders eye just when
You can feel the building tension
The bartender's job is now
Not serving drinks to you
So when you know a fight is on
You'd better order two
That my friend is my advice
I give it to you free
But, when I am out and it is on
I make sure I get three
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Mister, take off your fancy business suit
and strip off that tie
put on these overalls
Step right out of those polished expensive shoes
and toss your socks
I wanna make you a barefoot redneck
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC