"emailing" poems
PLEASE FORGIVE ME
for not reading right now.
1) I've been very busy with personal issues.
2) I've been on the low with some poets
who need to talk.
3) I've been emailing Elliott York all
morning about a couple of things.
a) The asinine war that was happening
here on his site. It's caused many to leave
and it (the attacks on Wolf Spirit included)
MUST STOP. Gary L has extended the olive
branch. THE REST OF YOU MUST DO SO
AS WELL. It's kindergarten stuff! You're
ADULTS. ACT LIKE IT!
b) A couple of years ago I came up with an
idea. The Poet Tree T-shirt and poster. It would kind of look like this...
P O E T S
XXXXX
XXXX♡XXX
XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXX
XXXX
**P
O
E
T
R**
love.joy Y peace
happiness.pain
other.poet.words.
...FILL HEARTS
The X's above would be POET NAMES!
YOUR NAME WOULD BE ON THE SHIRTS!
You could then get the t-shirt/poster
from Elliott York!
It's an idea that I personally put out
a while back but never was able to
follow up on.
Email Elliott York if you like the idea.
I want it to UNIFY POETS. We are ALL
LEAVES ON THIS TREE!
Thanks for reading.
♡ Catherine
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
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continue
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went through the ebay
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mean are you reading for only
emailing here and your mom
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didn't the Stalin
today is hamburger
3:31 darlin'
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Hello dear
Beautiful day
Feeling free
Let's get away
Take a trip
We'll go far
Have no clue
Where you are
May 30th
Days date
Found attraction
To you
Don't now your fate
Flying through skies
See me from above?
Casting out emotions
Lust
Never conquers love
Longing to draw you near
Not seeing your face
Brings me fear
Where are you now
New place
New town
Memories haunt my dreams
Emailing you
As unattached as it seems
I feel close
Not the greatest man
Still better than most
Goodmorning baby
Long day?
Write me a letter
All the things
You can't say
Wanted to let know
Wherever you are
Im willing to go
I've waited this long
Miles up ahead
Still be waiting
Till i feel your warmth
In my bed
Murray
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
If it's not the **** they keep emailing me
the police that keep tailing me
the system that's failing me
what is it then?
what can I see?
The absolute ******** they spread on the TV,
shows like Dallas or Dynasty
and god forbid it be
Jeremy Kyle because he'll be the
******* finish of me,
what is it I see?
There's a blind spot from blind Pew,
get one of those in your hand and
you're *******
On the radio where I go on
a slow night
it's all *****
Nothing new, **** all to do
minimum wage,
no wonder I'm blue.
The postman a third dan, some
judo, plays ludo with gusto and
I want to **** him for bringing me
bad news, black spots from
blind Pews of which there are many.
It'll go in the end or send me quite ******
if they stop with the **** mail and
the police tail and
let me fail
on my own.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Lost your cell phone? Might as well lose your pants!
Now how will you know when I'm calling you?
What if its important? What if its about where to meet for lunch?
You probably don't even know my number by heart, do you?!
Well this is just great! And you type too slow to try emailing me!
And you don't even have a car to drive over to my house!
You sound so out dated right now! What will you do with yourself?
You can't just write letters for the rest of your life!
And what kind of person doesn't own a TV in this society?
The newspaper isn't good enough anymore!
You're hopeless.
At least you have a lamp in your room and not a lantern.
...Right?
Aug 31, 2010
Aug 31, 2010 at 2:46 PM UTC
Shame guilt embarrassment
for every breath taken
every moment recollected
every meal prepared
every look looked
All face
Every dance floor danced
every talk
every walk
every poem written
every relationship passed
The Faux Pas A Moment Club
has my email address
keeps texting me
emailing
for donations
I
Give Give Give
The future is not much better
when the pity *** is filled
overflowing
everywhere seen ahead
is filled with
dread.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
Is my most outspoken and ardent critic ready to be collected?
The men with white suits and black bow ties and the strait jackets and the little butterfly nets are on their way,,
** ** HE HE HA HA!!!!!!!!
emailing my sister like that, then me twice
NAWDY NAWDY NAWDY!!!!!!!!!!
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 1:36 PM UTC
I have a best friend who I met from ICA,
she is having the hardest times right now,
We know each other for 4 years,
She is the best person I have ever met in my life,
She goes to DMAAC for college,
To get more knowledge,
She has been going there for 2 years,
N she has been telling me everything that I hear,
For now in 2016 she is having a hard time,
people have been trying to get to her,
its such a crime,
I don't know what to do,
this person has been text or emailing her friends,
Her friends think it's her when really it's not,
so it's hard for her and me,
they could separate her and me friendship,
they haven't texted or email me yet,
i'm scared for her,
for sure,
I bet,
but no matter what i'm here for you,
even in my hardest times I will try,
your always gonna be my boo,
if you want to cry then we can both cry,
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
Ahem,
Uh
excuse me-
just what do you think your doing?
barging in on my life,
causing a ruckus after so long now
it's was fun
while it lasted but your my past
&
I know you know better then
to try and relive what can never be again...
You love who
um hell naw
not me,
see
I once was blind
but
baby I see clear through
your
fake persona
to the
little devil who'll use
what ever he can
to try and become my man,
you
had ya chance
and
you ******* blew it,
don't keep emailing or texting me
I want nothing to do with you
and
how sad
cuz
when I wanted you
It was you
playing hard to get
not so much
to get
just so **** hard
to hold on to,
I left that part of my life,
left the bitterness and pain too,
your words never hurt
as much
as
your actions-
caused me to
wanna die,
**** you too
but
what then
of the seed you planted in me,
now as
months,months and months go by
I laugh at my stupidity
for thinking everything
you said
you meant....
Please
save it for someone who
gives a flying ****
I guess you can say through it
all and after all this time
my feeling & self
have changed
feeling regret and hate
for the careless
way you tossed me away
tossed my words back at me
and
choose to
play games on me
begging me to let you back in
You had me thinking
we could of been more
then just friends
and
more then anything
we could of been a
family....
funny
sadly so
cuz I no longer have
those feelings
I just pity the useless
way you drag on begging
and running after
memories
something that
COULD NEVER
BE NOW
Not again
not after all the **** you did
not after all the pain you caused
and
never after all the loss
I went through.
Sorry didn't do
so save it for her
she finally got what she wanted
and
I'm happy for her
cuz least it aint me any longer &
I no
longer worry hurt or even miss you.
Stop
bothering me
Stop lying to your self
Strop trying to make me feel
something
that wont ever
be there again.
Save
"Sorry"
for the weak minds
who'll
listen to your
********
Sorry
again huh
OK
your right
your
a
SORRY
SON OF A *****
SO
KEEP SORRY TO YA'SELF
&
GET THE **** ON
outta here
LEAVE ME
THE HELL ALONE!
haa haa haa
HAAAAAAAA
Remember
We said
No Regrets
Always Me Ayeshah
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open!
Submit your five songs by emailing them to
[email protected]
"BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?"
Well me, I'm glad you asked.
The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe.
Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist,
listen to that playlist on a loop
AND NO OTHER MUSIC
for an entire month.
I have continued this tradition each year
recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers
to listen along with me.
These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences,
but there is one thing they all have in common.
The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones.
This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation.
These people offer their body and spirit to music.
Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music.
Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole.
For an entire month.
Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than
YOUR SUBMISSIONS!
This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate.
Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops.
Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face.
If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day.
This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition.
want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ********
keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting?
Or contribute YOUR five songs?
Just
Send an email to [email protected]
by the end of August to participate!
Go check out the playlist itself here:
https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Bane of gasping gentle breath,
Wide eyed searching for car crashed trees,
Crying over mountain peaking,
Peaking out over life times of achieve,
Timid rabbit darting emoticons,
That aren't disguised as suits,
Emailing faults of profiled skin,
Obsoleted by obsessivenessly,
Picking at unreachable kills,
Wasting away from sunny sleep,
While in the background,
The TV play that one movie,
Where everyone dies,
On repeat.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
At least after 22 hours of my constant calling, SMSing and Emailing
You did answer, " Am busy"
You don't how good I felt,
To see your reply...
Am so happy.. Am so happy...
I love you still so much, my dear guy...
Now, Someone's thus busy guy..
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
hi dudes and past livers
i can’t go to the carols in the domain because of some stupid reason
because of what i did which is in the past, and i am not planning to be a terrorist
or anything, i am just going to wave my candle and enjoy it, and i have every right to do that
youtube has changed now, and it takes a long time to upload stuff on youtube, so i don’t do it
i really think that people are living in the past with me, and that drives me crazy, i don’t want to be a terrorist
and anyone who calls me a terrorist, please don’t, i haven’t been plotting to **** people, in fact i am a nice person
i have every right to wave my candle and sing the carols, WHY CAN’T PEOPLE EXCEPT THIS
i am not a hooligan, i am a family person, i go to the carols with family and enjoy, but this country
is a pack of past livers who don’t care about family people like me
you see, what i can’t except, is why can’t you just say stop emailing rather than leading me on
i am not going to the domain concert, it’s better to watch that on TV or youtube anyway
but you have no right to kick me out of the stage “88 carols because you are reading the stories
and judging me, i am not a terrorist, i am a fun loving guy, who loves to wave the candle and sing carols
and i deserve to be treated with respect, for christs sake, it’s a free event, and i am not causing problems for anyone
i will promise not to take videos of kids, i will just listen to the carols, i really think what i write has nothing to do me being bad
i am just writing stuff out of me, i think the conservos in sydney are a bunch of idiots, who just want to judge the poor people like me
i think they are gutless too because they pick on me at my venerable stages of my life, when all i want is enjoy these events and have fun
in my defense, i never knew i was filming a girl till someone pointed it out to me, and i didn’t put that on youtube because she looked like
she was worried, see i have a heart and i have a soul, i believe in buddhism but i love to wave my candle at carol events, other people take videos
so why pick on me, especially when i know that singing carols and waving the candle is all i want to do, just tell me not to take videos or photos
rather than kick me out of an event for what is said online, i was feeling great yesterday as i sang my christmas carols into photo booth instead of
youtube, so i don’t get any copyright infringements, i am a person, and not an animal, ok, i deserve respect, dudes
i prefer to be treated like just another family person going to the carols to enjoy the music, rather than being chucked out for what i say online
yeah, i feel great singing christmas carols at the carols by candlelight, and i enjoy it, i realise my poems might not be christian enough but
that is because nobody is giving me a go to read stories, stephen king writes evil stories, should he get banned from the carols, probably not
but either should i, i am causing no problems at the carols, so give me a break ok
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Too many people
Have lost the art of
Writing
And I'm not talking about
Texting or
Messaging or
Emailing
No.
I'm talking about
Grabbing a pen
And taking a paper
And pouring your soul
Through hard labor of fingers
And thoughts
And taking that piece
Of great effort
And sending it to someone
Who's holding your heart
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
*I don’t want to spend
The rest of my life texting,
Emailing snap chatting and
Messaging you on Facebook.
I want to hold you,
Touch you and
Hear you whisper my name in the same space and the same time*
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Yes I over text
Yes I contact too much
Ok so I am annoying a f
A harraser
But I am never threatening
I would never hurt anyone
I only have good intentions for everyone
I only want everyone clothed, housed, fed
Happy, joyful, free, and fulfilled
So I have anxious attachment of over texting
Compulsive emailing
But I am not jealous or vindictive
I guess my behaivor is naturally controlling
But I try not to be
I try to be accepting and supportive
I am tired of feeling guilty
For being me
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 11:48 AM UTC
to the boy i once gave my life away to,
it seems that your destructive
mind has broken my walls. you’re a continent, an
ocean, a lifetime away and i love you with
everything inside of me, but
i have found
someone
else.
i don’t want you to compare me to her,
because i’m not. i tried to make this process
go as slow as i could possibly make it,
from blocking your number, to making sure the flower
petals never fell on the ground anymore.
my hair that night went up in a bun, and the poems
you’re sending me have me worried as to whether
or not you’re going to take your life away, but i guess that you’re not
my responsibility anymore, maybe one day i will still be yours.
please refrain from emailing me/ contacting me/ making
posts on public websites about me. don’t’ reply to this email.
that’s all i have to say.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Thank you all for all the love. It means the world to me. If you wanna get down to a personal level with me (anything from emailing work for critique, or just to be buddies) then by all means. Again, thank you guys.
Cheers,
Andrew
[email protected]
Requiemandrevelation.tumblr.com
Instagram/Twitter: @AndrewRequiem
Or feel free to message on here.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
more than a thousand
followers took to liking him
they tagged along with his
tarnished trim
the approach he used
to rope them all in
was heavy handed
of a bovver boy's spin
he accumulated them
by tactics not so nice
emailing messages which
were threatening of vice
but whence they'd
reciprocate in kind
the craven one showed
a cowardly behind
this piece is based
on factual evidence
and of its content
the writer has confidence
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
It was a Monday afternoon.
I decided,
after months of putting off,
to finally give blood.
Red Cross had only been
emailing me for months now.
They were in bad need for blood,
desperate need for mine: O-
The man who took my information
was furrowed, leathery, and tired.
The opportunity time provided was conversation,
and the benefit of meeting Jesus.
Now the woman who took my blood,
was not only the unanimously decided tired,
but also sad.
The eyes gave it away.
The entire time I gave blood I listened,
and somehow made sure I didn't open up.
She sat there quietly counting the minutes,
While I denied her a chance to meet Jesus.
I treated her well.
I'm genuinely kind
as I know anyone can tell.
But is that enough?
And I'm questioning now with her memory in mind,
"What if that was Jesus?"
"What if He gave me the chance to better His day?"
And that's where I know I'm wrong-
For I know she was Jesus.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
I love it when you love me.
not just through word of mouth, telephoning,
writing, emailing,
I love it when you love me,
with your presence.
your proximity,
compels me to you,
its as if once near to you,
I'm possessed,
lost in a world,
I never knew could exist.
How my body aches,
for your warm loving touch,
you take me higher,
like a machine being driven to places,
you take me to places.
I'm so deeply lost in you,
for you have ways of making me feel needed,
I can't explain it,
but you amaze me..
your love for me makes me happy.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
Picture this:
You're at work
in your little
cubicle.
Doing nothing
too important.
Emailing this,
filling out that.
Talking to Bill,
George, Hank and Ken.
Laughing merrily
about some *****
that Hank ******
on Saturday.
When suddenly
BANG!
It hits you.
That feeling
deep in the pit
of your gut.
No, you're not
hungry.
Well not for food, anyway.
The feeling that slaps
you across
the face,
is the feeling
of emptiness.
It comes out of
nowhere
and stings like ****
"What am I
doing?"
You ask yourself.
"Where am I
going,
what am I DOING?!"
Ok, maybe not that dramatic.
But it still hurts.
And it still stings.
And you don't know
what to do.
So you excuse yourself.
Head to bathroom
and look in the mirror.
You're sweating.
Your heart beats
at the rate it would
if you were doing
some heavy work.
Lifting a big pile
of clothes
and running down
a
long
flight
of
stairs.
And you don't know why.
But then you
do know why.
It's because you're
wasting your
******* time.
"You're dying, man."
Your brain tells you.
"You're
*******
dying
here."
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Support is a beam of light
Keeping you from hitting the ground.
Support is an allknowing beacon
That corners you from all around.
Support is listening from behind a wall.
Support is hearing and loving a voice when the person does not stand tall.
Loving the person behind it all.
Support is being there when others are stressed.
Support is loving when they are not their best.
Support is smiling your very brightest.
Support is making that special person feel like they're the mightiest.
Support is emailing every day during English,
Making sure he's okay
And when he is fine,
You feel kinda tinglish.
Support is getting a special dance from a boy.
Support is love in an envoy.
Support
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
I used to have a good time
With the therapist
And she told me my poems
Were beautiful
And it's not fair
To experience
Something wonderful
And then have it end
Well I'm not emailing her
If I get a good job
Like she asked
I'm not ever contacting her
And I don't want to work
Or start my career
It will be just like
When I was 4
Sitting by the gate
Leave me alone
I have the Tao
And California avocados
Well, at least until
California is all dried up
And the U.N. will come
Swooping in
Making people leave
This state is my home
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC