"choosey" poems
Dusting off the rabbity
that squirrely tempo anxiety,
closing in with night.
The irresistible pattern
the irrational illogical fight
a battle with one’s discipline,
mirroring our might.
I make it home a fluttering
belly twirled and muttering,
I tell myself tis alright!
The damage done, and everyone,
I’m just like them and millions more
succumbing at the Devil’s door.
And the taste, the burn,
the healing calm,
the shaking and the thinking gone.
Knock one back, slam out another
night is early, rock it brother,
Tying on a swilly swirling
buzzed-out brain and mind a twirling. . .
“Ahhhh…”
I feel better now, exhilarated,
exasperation falls to stout resound;
I pour again and knock it down!
“Ahhhh…”
Spinning now, not to say I’m spun
but choosey choosing several a pun
I see myself an accomplished one!
Yes, that’s it, that is me,
look upon with thoughts of glory
yank open the freezer for glass that’s hoary. . .
How cool am I? certainly not boring
all night I’m here, pouring, pouring. . .
Buzz subsides, thoughts slow too,
lurid leering, slobbering swearing,
stupid actions and nothing new?
I lose the bottle,
I lose my shirt,
***** on myself,
pass out in dirt.
Another night of drunken hero,
time that’s wasted for kingly Nero.
But who am I to judge myself?
*I’m hardly worse than anyone else?* *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
*I wasn't looking for him
He found me vulnerable
Vulnerability became courtship
Courtship became lust
Lust is now love
Can it happen so easily
Now I have to leave behind
The sweetest love that I've found
Unanswered thoughts
Leaves strong minds limp
Meshed together mistakenly
Torn away violently
Eyes can no longer bare
The water that flows warm
Should I act on impulse
Thoughts telling me so
Nonchalantly disobeying
All pleasures but my own
A minute without
Compares nothing to
A lifetime with
Taking in poisonous air
Nicotine he is
Addicted I am
Giving hearts
Receiving minds
Massaging words
Passes slow times
Running to choosey arms
Coming back for A nu we*
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
All my thoughts away tonight,
i guess they lay to rest,
wanna make the great escape,
i might,
My heart went to cardiac arrest,
For your love,
it was choosey,
make everything a bliss,
ignorance is also in it,
but we dont need all that pitch,
for a song,
that will never , ever , ever get to play,
you were wrong,
when you said i wouldnt pursue someone like her today,
too many of the critics,
wanna bash around your name,
but when it came to her,
i needed to talk to when i was ashamed,
to show my face,
to the rest of humanitys nest,
feeling out of place,
am i stripped at the power of torres,
do i give up,
and let you take me under your wing,
dressing up for a play,
when i knew i couldnt sing.
All my thoughts away tonight.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I'd rather be alone and longing for someone
than to have promised my heart to the wrong person
when the right one comes along
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 4:45 AM UTC
People say im to picky, too choosey. That i have too much of a say in who i let bruise me that my guard is up to so high i cant see anything but it. That if i stepped off the edge of my walls, i'd plummet. I say i am like a shirt buttoned-up incorrectly.that i am a moment that lasts indefinitely. The problem with me is i love until i dont. That i will always stay till i wont. i am though trying to move into a person like they are a home. Every time i pack my bags, i know im am better off alone. people say i need to open up and let people in. but what if they are a tsunami and i dont know how to swim?
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Confident enough
To strut my stuff
Shallow enough
To be choosey with love
Sassy enough
Not to give a ****
Unique enough
To know I'm a sign of good luck
Weak enough
To be naive
Scared enough
To think that all men leave
Bitter enough
To only give out pieces of me
Guarded enough
To display my heart on my sleeve
Bold enough
To try and love again
Smart enough
To only try to love a loyal man
Brave enough
To put my heart in another's hand
Wise enough
To know I'll be just fine if it all ends
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC