"civ" poems
I remove my glasses
and couldn't give a ****
if I ever saw
a thing again,
you ******* *****
ya nice word
civ, ****
queer boy
Your love is your
insanity, go and go
and go and get away,
away go get away, away
go get away you're
gay, go get away
You don't know
whether to write, talk,
laugh, cry, bawl,
rust and I'm here in this
and I'll be gone on that
Found mad, and for
my madness I cannot
be because I know it's not me,
choke gasp
release and on and
on and on, again go
get away, away
just go away, away
you're gay,and invading the space I haven't even
found.
http://www.robross.ca
Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 11:36 AM UTC
Standin' in a car garage
and a bearded guy is checkin the civ.
But I cant help but be glad
Cause its Groundhogs Day
The day that finally came
its come before and every year
leaves me with more questions than answers.
Its that shadow and all its mystery
With just a glimpse
were stuck in snow,
and that **** ****** saw it.
Sike its not even a ******
really, a man in a groundhog body.
A warrior,
poet,
and prophet
all wrapped in a bundle of fur
and a tail on his ****
Punxsutawney Phil is my hero.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
That long June day,
The 24th to be exact,
The day I laid my eyes on you,
And my heart was under attack
There was a longing in my heart,
A strange void in my soul,
It could only be filled by you,
For me to be whole
I tried many hours, even days
To fill that gap,
But I did not know where to start
I know I just needed a part.
Should I talk to her?
Should I ask her her name?
What do I do?
What do I say?
Emotions came over me,
Temptation, nervousness, and bliss
Since then I have longed to have you,
Maybe one day you will be in my arms
That first class together,
Western Civ 101,
I looked over to you,
And I knew I was done
I had to try and have you,
It would only be right,
I told myself,
I would not go down without a fight
So I confessed my true feelings,
I poured out my heart,
I put it all on the line,
Hoping you’d give me a shot
So here I sit on my bed,
Thoughts of you,
Running through my head
I lay here and think,
What would it take?
For just one kiss,
On your beautiful, sweet, precious lips
You are upstairs in your dorm,
I debate whether to send this to you or not,
I don’t know if you should read this poem,
For I am confused and alone
I just hope you find it in your heart,
To give me but a chance,
To show you what it means,
To have a true, loving romance
A hope for a never ending bliss
Because I’d trade one thousand nights in hell,
For just one simple kiss
A kiss upon your lips,
So tender and sweet,
To hold you in my arms,
Cheerio,
You make me go weak…
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
I.
No one writes poetry about you. You are
an enigma, you are an enigma of unreality and
displeasing angles, too many
bones inside a shell covered with marks you
put there yourself on the best of days on the
worst of days the days you
can't remember.
II.
You watched a Swedish film once called
"Boys" and you think about it often because when
they said the word "homosexual" it was subtitled as
****** and when they said the word "transgender", the subtitles
said "tranny". You are like those subtitles
in your own head, over and
over.
III.
You'll make a film someday and you will
yell the word ****** from an overpass, and you preface it
with "I am a", and you will make it
poetry.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Imaginary friends...
Worse than the fake.
.
.
.
Disclose...
Never.
Never.
Never.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
You know
It's all one big simulation
It's all the same
365 days in a year
Four seasons in a year
Repeating and repeating
Hard when you can't do what you want
Feels like you are trapped repeating
America is done anyhow
Another night alone
No dates
No fun
At least
I have my Itunes University
HIS 101: Hist of Western Civ I
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
The clock rolls past the 12.
I'll need to be feeling tired soon,
And still, I push back the sleep.
The clock flies past the 1.
I'm still playing the same game of Civ 5,
And still, I push back the sleep.
The clock careens past the 2.
That econ exam tomorrow's real,
And still, I push back the sleep.
The clock ticks past the 3.
I've just now relapsed on tobacco,
And still, I push back the sleep.
The clock runs past the 4.
I've let classes get ahead of me,
And still, I push back the sleep.
The clock quick approaches 5.
I need to sort this **** out,
Alas, I'll get to that after I sleep.
Not sure what'll happen at 6.
So many tasks to be done,
Course, by then I'll be fast asleep.
Before I know it it'll be 12 again.
I can't say whether I'll be awake,
But at least I'll have caught up on sleep.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
Well, in discussions since, I'm torn only because I cherish socializing, though I abhor the city.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMLXXII)
Out where twa rivers meet, or rather thence
Lo, at the top of that peninsla's tail,
In Calhoun County where farm houses hail
At scattered intervals, with half a sense
Of sheer depression hard in tow fr'intents,
They show me where folk lived sans plumbing's scale
As twere of "civ'lized," cell phone service frail,
Point out the pump: an outhouse their defense.
I ask how long they lived thus, and that's poor,
Cuz "all their lives!" (the answer) sez what? to
Me in effect? I canna say. We tour
Their property by A.T.V., the view
Romantic in its backwoods' fashion. Were
I thinking what, that all half seems tae woo?
18May19d
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
I've been told that nothing hurts as much as the fresh cut of a first love and the way it stings every inch of your soul, the way that it makes you hollow and full of complete sadness all at once and how you never really know whether you ever loved him at all.
You think, "maybe he was just a passing season and maybe I'll be okay, afterall," but you said that in the summertime and we're well into December now but you don't feel any better at all.
Maybe it's okay that you're not okay, but it's about time that you stop bringing him up in conversation and find a boy who you can kiss in your spare time but then again maybe it's time you called him up and tell him you still love him.
No, what a terrible idea! It's arbitrary, anyhow, because he's with the girl he's been crushing on since before you even existed in his life and you're dancing with the devil at that party you didn't want to go to.
I've been told that the first love and first loss is the most heartbreaking so maybe when I wake up next to the boy from my western civ class and decide I love him it won't be so earth-shattering when he knocks on my door and says he's ready to move on.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC