"buffy" poems
I watch many shows
About a savior
Who is separate from the world
They were chosen
To save everyone
Yet they are so depressed
Being seperate from everyone
Buffy wished she was normal
She considered herself a freak
Eventually stopped being alive
And inside she died
She had friends
But felt so alone
She could not socialize
And show her trueself
She was a freak
But everyone saw a hero
She was empty inside
She wished for death
But only could hide
I watch these shows
Almsot religiously
Becuase I feel i grow
As buffy losing reality
All i wished for
As a little girl
Was to be normal
And see the world
All I get
Was being a freak
While everyone else praised me
For being innocent and sweet
They look to me as a saving grace
Their last fall
When they hit their face
Then they leave
The hardest thing in this world
Is to live in it
Buffy said
As she dove into her death
Only to awaken even more dead
Inside a deep grave
Living life depraved
Of basic emotions
Everyones falling apart
All around her
But she has to work
And be a good girl
I dove head first
Into numbess
I died
And woke up
With no bliss
I see your suffering
I do not care
I'm so gone
I'm going nowhere
I lost my morals
And sense of heroism
I wish to destroy
The city of hell
That is my prison
Maybe then i can be free
And see my reality
Show love to those around
And finally be proud
Like a normal girl
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
Lets start with L,
who I've been through before.
Oh young love and how sweet it was.
I was watching Buffy when he first dropped
that L bomb.
Big word for such little kids.
But now he's a man,
constantly hiding behind his ego or insecurities,
And I'm not sure which to believe.
Musing on other things than M,
awkward and skinny,
whose voice I've never heard
and face I've only gotten in pictures.
But he's kind.
Which has to count for something,
even if he's doomed to the
friend zone. (DUNDUNDUNNNN)
Back up to B,
and, oh, all the characters I wrote for him
about him
a deceleration of suppression.
He did love me, I think,
but not the right way,
and he still doesn't.
She can have him.
And I hope he doesn't lose a good thing again.
Jump to J,
who only wants me for the V, T and A
(if you know what I mean).
Which is great, I guess,
but I need love
in my heart
and in my bones.
I only have enough for one person,
who isn't me.
And then A.
And god I love him.
And god I miss him.
He'll win every time.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:08 AM UTC
So does he thank that deep down there sa meaning to my stuff?
Or maybe you think this is all off the cuff
Rough
Tough
Buffy fly like a bird out a the sky
Do yo think I'm high,
I'm a cool such a cool guy
Yyeeeee!
Exclamatory you
Clinton is a complete hack aye shank you
And the is die his tort my
Mien omn thiosulfate. The sanity yo
it's tots out the window
**
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I've been rightly doing taxidermy
More years than I care to count
Is it any wonder that I got bored
Stuffing Raccoon, Deer, and Antelope by the pound
So I went and changed around my tactics
And believe me things have been going swell
Since it's no longer only animals that I stuff
But people just as well
I went and opened up a funeral parlor
So the two I've now combined
Where I offer up the best of both
For one low extraordinary price
People are dying to get my services (Pardon the Pun)
From many miles around
They love the idea of being stuffed
Before they're plopped into the ground
Why some are even being stuffed
With their best friend sewed forever in their arms
To spend eternity with Buffy the Poodle
To me, holds at bit of charm
What ever position you want planted in
I am more than willing to please
Moon your friends a lasting goodbye
Is the special of the week
For those not sure where they're going
I'm an expert in stuffing the face
With a look of total surprise and confusion
In case they end up in the wrong place
How you wish to give your final farewells
We're not here to question why
But only to offer the One, Two, or Five Finger Special
In how you'd like to wave goodbye
So hurry and make those reservations
At Billy Bobs Taxidermy & Mortuarium
Cause we're stuffing it hard and heavy these days
Where it is we got it all going on
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
COME, AYE COME!
Matloob Bokhari
Come, aye Come!
O the beauty of heaven!
Night in richly coloured dress is welcoming, come!
O the glory of stars!
Night stars like diamonds are welcoming, come!
O the ornament of moon!
In your absence, bright moon is welcoming,
Come!
O the queen of sky!
Scented air in night freshness is welcoming, come!
O the north polar star!
Moth orbiting around light has utterly consumed
Without form or body, is a part of beauty, come!
O the queen of light!
Carol of birds is playing melody sweet in tune.
My heart beating; cold callous gale started blowing.
Night has rolled hours away; moist has dampened my heart.
Come, aye come!!
COMMENTS : COME AYE COME
Kristen Scott: I love this very VERY much. This is hauntingly beautiful and each word of the poem is flowing in my veins like the poetry of my favorit poet, Federico Garcia Lorca..
Vern Ford : I can almost hear Buffy Saint Marie singing your absolutely breathtaking poems!
Laura Oliva Palacio: Magnifique voila!!!! What a beautiful poem! With simple words, but of great significance make one clearly perceived the sweet and sensitive young hearts have inspiration in the bright universe of love and the infinite .. Thank you so much for sharing Matloob !!!
Laura Grillo Laveglia: I love your poem. It is written in Edwardian style and this I adore!!!
Neil Perry :Refreshing and magical.
Gary Leikas: ahhhh . . . . mesmerizing music and thought . .
Kevin M. Hibshman : Amazingly beautiful...
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
When I was 6,
For Christmas
I wanted a nail polish set
That is for GIRLS
My mother shrilled
When I was 7
My parents found me in
A glittering princess dress
I had felt beautiful
You are a boy
Boys don’t wear dresses
Oh and when I cried
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
*Boys do not cry*
Because crying is
For the weak and only
Girls cry
Showing emotion is
A flaw but I’m
Designed for flaws
From the beginning
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was
My idol and Fran Dresher
Was my mom
Women are treated as
A lesser being and
As an insult
And I’m sorry
I’m so sorry that I have
Enough respect for women that
I want to be in tune with
Myself and that
I looked up to women during
My childhood
Was surrounded by
Athena’s and Medusa’s making
Men kneel before them because
Women have a key
To unlock their souls
Women are warriors
And I want to be
A warrior
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
To still silence was the call-
Was post upon the wall:
"Dollars need be dished,
for poets to be published."
But today the bells do ring
Today again, poor poets sing
For the generous and the rich
Paid our share--thanks Buffy, Mitch.
Now it's up to us, my friend-
Poor poets now we must send
Sweet music that can sound again.
Be worth price, or at least intend.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC
She was my best friend, my everything
We went everywhere together.
We would go on adventures, some
exciting, some dangerous but always fun.
What would we find this time?
Green eyes and brown eyes
all aglow with mystery and excitement.
Buffy was the listener and silent,
always in thought, always there for me.
I would always do the talking, I could
tell her anything, she was never my judge.
When I was sad, she would sit with me.
When I cried, she was there, her head tilted
as though she understood the depth of my pain.
But then she would know exactly when to jump
up and be my little clown! She made me smile and
then laugh until my stomach hurt and the tears were
happy ones, once again. She knew me so well,
every mood, sad, happy,fearful, she knew them all.
We could never be separated, not ever.
One day she looked at me and told me with such pain,
that I would have to make a decision of love for her.
She told me with her beautiful brown eyes, that she
must leave me and I must let her go.
She looked into my eyes with such love and asked
for my help. She said she couldn't do it herself,
"This is where you must make the decision to help me go."
Buffy my friend, I love you with all my heart and
that is why I can help you go in peace and dignity.
I held her to the very end, my tears never ending.
I felt her little spirit leave, her little body went limp.
And to the heavens she went. I know she is with me,
always watching over me. I know she sent me
a very special friend like her, to make my pain
a little easier.
Now that special friend is looking at me and asking,
when it gets too painful, will you be there for me?
Oh God! Why did you make their lives so much
shorter then ours? Dog backwards is God, they
were graced with that special name.
Buffy Fly high, my little clown
Be ready to show my boo boo,
the way to the rainbow bridge.
Mommy, loves you.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
I.
You think
representation does not matter
please listen for
five seconds.
II.
I knew I liked girls
when I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and I was thirteen years old.
III.
I knew I was male
when I read "I am J"
and I was
fifteen years old.
IV.
I knew I had more then
a hundred percent
when people asked me what I thought
about art of Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes,
and Sam Wilson.
V.
We deserve to be
seen
and if you think you are
protecting the children
you are so far from correct.
VI.
You are
keeping the children
stuffed into the closet.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
The (win) d-y
city
Pop___ crackle
crunches
Crunchy Eye
On you punches
Like Philly
Steaks the first
The Prince
comes second
second best friend
Visa to the rescue
Chicago Bears
Goldilocks my pizza
Whole lotta love
So windy who
could hear!!
Led Zeppelin
Kashmir**
Chicago bands
Second-hand
Goodies
Windy- Indie
Hoodie
zipped
Me- in
Superbowl Beans
Dips
Second
largest city
Her lips but first
The second he spoke
I felt cursed
So frick-in cold
Do you even know
what time is it?
What crime was hit
Can Can__ Watch it
((Rolex))
Dresses flew up
dancers
Getting a
second wind
The death of a cold
Uninvited
What a pity
Windy____ city*
Once
everything
was so
pretty___-**
Chicago
25/6/4
I'm 25 the 6th day
What a pair
What four?
Now it's
24/7
24 hours whiskey sours
North Star witchery
Chicago second
wings gallery
Oh! 4th of July
All flags what
a bona
Saturday in the park
The dark train Sienna
settled in I met my
Second wife
Windy- chances
what do you
see with
your life?
I was gone with the wind
The lefty player
Second to none
mission to the right
The Buffy slayer
I need a break
everyday
His Wildfire
Imagine all the people
John Lennon could change
a temple
To be someones
Second
hand
fiddle
I give you a
second,
Just make you
**** record
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
I used to think I knew what to think
Reading too many books and stuffing my opinions
Never having lived them
But then you'd meet me in my basement
And you coyly asked me how my day went
Shyly loving the attention
I'm tired of playing chump
Every time that you hook up
FOMO as God's playing favorites
From my place down in the pavement
I know that nice guys finish last
Chivalry's best left in the past
While you SIMP for all them
I'm a shmuck but a gentleman
I give you my coat
Hold you close
Provide you comfort when you're crying
Let you get drunk
Drive you home
Each time you break up with that guy again
I'd jump out the shower
Just to buy you flowers
When he forgets your birthday, he's no gentleman
You deserved better than him
Since we were 17 we were always such a team
Just like Buffy's Scoobies
or too many John Hughes movies
And over the years when we'd lose touch
I just wasn't friend enough
For both of us to keep up
With all our changing scenes
I hope you don't feel something missing
With your second husband and your children
You don't find a missing laugh
When you cant find that photograph
I was just a place and time
Best left only to my mind when you've forgotten me
The gentleman, your best friend
I'd still give you my coat
Off my back
In the middle of a snowstorm
I don't even know you now
I'd still pick you up when
your car breaks down
Deliver you safe home
From wherever you roam
I'd jump the next flight
If you call and say you need me
No matter how far we may be, I'm still your gentleman
Hug your husband, kiss your kids
You are still a piece of me and until my end
I'm your gentleman
I wish we were still friends
Some cliche about lost time
Another dumb story or bad rhyme
Insert lame joke here, my dear
Darker lines
Less and greyer hair,
Maybe I'm a little more distinguished
I got this far
Because you were there
I took too long to say I still care
I'm soaking towels every hour
to stop my burning bridges
and I am missing you
my friend
Signed, your gentleman
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC
Four o'clock in the morning,
Ev’r’one ‘cept me still asleep.
The drinks in the freezer still freezing
Off my feet the taste starts to sweep.
Today was particularly rainy
Drip drip crashing, outside it seems rough
Explain I can't, at least not very
For Buffy speaks things such and stuff
Then an hour later after food
From upstairs pops a head
In a fitful voice shakes the mood
“Please, my son. Go to bed."
Go to bed I cannot and shall not,
For I have things to do
My belongings I have sought,
I must be leaving, I will pursue
I escape the place
Carrying the centre of commencement on my back
Treason is not the proper treatment; please replace
Parents, I sincerely thank you,
For the words you've spoken are true
Your prominence there all along
So much like a chocolate fondue
Striding for the future of me
The Sun of my humanity
Like matchstick is to fire,
And sand is to beach,
My fortitude, you may foresee
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
Looking for
a pull up bar
that I can put on
my bedroom door,
because I am working on
building my
back strength
and overall
sexiness.
Looking for
all the episode
of my favorite shows
that I didn’t know
I hadn’t seen yet,
because I am
super obsessive
and have to know
how the whole thing goes
not just the beginning
and end.
Looking for
Star Trek,
Buffy
The
Vampire
Slayer,
and graphic
novel books,
because
I love to read
about the things
that sustained me
when I was a kid.
Looking for
humanity,
all those
struggling
people
who strive to be
better,
because
I feel like
this club of only us
against all other
human beings
have lost our way
and we need to be
reminded
we are one people
not disparate parts
set in a spark
of constant conflict.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I sip another orange juice
instead of an alcoholic beverage
because I don’t want to be
less than the current me,
intoxicated and reacting sloppily.
Still, I engage the girl at the bar clumsily
half-jokingly insulting myself
because I am to nervous.
She gives me a few moments
then turns to the drunk guy
on her other side.
The clash of music versus music
sounds a discordant wave of chaos
punishing my eardrums
but giving me a good excuse
to creep away with all the grace
of the Star Trek, X-men, and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer nerd I am.
The off-duty bouncer
soberly killing time
working on a tattoo design
with his son’s initials
takes a break to educate me
on what I need to do
to approach other women.
Three things he confides in me
confidence, and smelling good
but I lost the third.
Off to my right in the dim bar lights
disembodied voices from the other side
of the small grey door
beckons me forth to explore
a universe of unknown melodies.
I do not venture there.
Instead, I listen to
the high heels that clank
in competition with the loud mouth drunks
losing out to
the dull conversation of drab businessmen.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC