"edd" poems
You don't even know
what a love poem is.
I'll show you,
here and now,
a love poem
is a rose
and a rock,
a love poem
is a robbery,
a love poem
is dropping Neruda to your girl
and thinking about the next caper
when she's not there,
a love poem
is thinking your girl
is yours
that she's a girl
in the first place,
a love poem
is a lie
just like
me saying I'd never leave
was a lie,
a love poem
is remorse,
a love poem
is hatred
of both the inside
and the outside,
a love poem
is me seeing through you
right to your heartbeat
and punching
you
as you sit exposed,
a love poem
is **** in an *******
all of me
made to hurt you,
a love poem
is ****
and the ensuing
yeast infection.
A love poem
is like trying to put a band-aid
on an ulcer,
a love poem
is a lot like love,
if love was watching cartoons
on ****
and thought
it saw the Holy Trinity
as Ed, Edd, and Eddy.
Feb 10, 2012
Feb 10, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
I built a fire and burned the baggage you left behind
I packed it up in a warm smoldering smokey haze
Divorce records with the ex wife
Joint taxes, private school bills
Mortgages, foreclosure credit debt
Child support and EDD claims
Photos of happier times placed neatly on the shelf in my closet
Air Force jacket and duffel bag tucked in corner safe
Waiting for their owner to pick them up
I would send them but I have no idea where you are
I should burn it all, but it hurts to think that way
All those years of love notes
Buried in a plethora
Of blue stripes white and yellow
College ruled and blank notebooks
Randomly ambushing memories
When very least expecting.
The only way around these things is through them
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Your little , EX ample shizzz
Undo nothing, undid the funk
The **** fump bumble
Don't it have a rind, uh ring?
The shapley shinny thin\g .
Ta To tadootoo da rink, think you have this taste.
Of what in terns your feeling, windery feeling
To you your sense of being, bling hold neck
Berdy , beck oning on this bright little thing
Round about, wheel hot .
Search lights off, hands on.
A room for four, fore two .
Had an idea, that they thought they could grew
Just one seed, like a giant sunflower
Flow in the distance , lime green pinchin'
Jelousy of a not thing , what are we missing
Happiness loses meaning, in the mean
Multiply the number of a fine little number
Luck edd and the tables .
For the love of drive, she keeps lefties
Just for the six, race trucks
Tracks afloat, loverall
Over the cost of fars, FAREWELL .
We move and the time doesn't .
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC