"faves" poems
I was a chaparone at the All Hallow's Eve dance.
Listening to the band play Halloween faves,
and watching the eyeballs floating in the punch.
The background decor, seems made for Doomsday.
Grungy, haunted house theme, hellish ghouls,
Gargoyles gone mad, witch's brew, and bats all aflutter.
Here and there between the goth and the empath,
a psychopath roams, silently stalking his prey,
amongst the frightening selection of costumed kids.
The mental resilience to survive such horrors,
depends on your grasp of reality. Realizing the lights,
the music, the garish dress, meerly decor for this night's festivities.
And yet, underlying this ghoulish fun, a sense,
a sense of doom, and ********** by something
otherly, stalking its prey, seeking that single moment.
To bring to light in the dim, ghostly haze,
a wickedness yet unknown to those attending.
That ever vile teacher, bent on making those around her suffer.
We have all seen her, stride the halls purposely,
Giant mole on her chin, Ruler in Hand.
Striking fear in the strongest of souls.
That authoritarian of witches, Ms. Nasher the Head Basher!
Run for your LIVESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
People say I'm obsessive, and I wholeheartedly agree. I'd die for a favorite artist, and I reread stories I like until I hate them. I force myself to love every song performed by "my band", to a point where I'm not entirely sure which of their tunes actually earned their place in my heart.
It brings to mind a modern-Hebrew term, "protektzia". It can be translated as social leverage, or "pull". Protektzia is when you are related to the administrator of an elite high school, or when you're friendly with the secretary of a sought-after doctor. It's as if songs walk up to me and say, "hey, I know I'm not that great, but I was written by so-and-so!"
All that changes when old Depression drops by. Suddenly, things I cared so much for are meaningless. It's like quarreling with a close friend. Although, I don't hate my former faves so much as scorn them, for being silly enough to exist.
Why does depression do this to me? Because depression is the drainage of passion. As a cow needs to be milked and a dripping air-conditioner needs a bucket, what are obsessions if not an outlet for the passion contained in the heart?
But neither are necessary when the cow is dead and the AC off.
Thankfully, depression to me is a mood rather than a condition, and so I host frequent reunions with my beloved idols.
You are all invited!
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
So like i wowke up
and i was like i'm gonna read me some poetry
and i did it like..psshh **** it i did it
and i ripped 3 of my faves out
and decided i was gonna be positive right here right now
and decide to be ready for whatever comes my way and to change
because whatever i can't handle now...was designed that way
...so that i could grow and learn from it
so im sorta prepared to change
jammin to miley currently
and i'm just gonna chill
and be completely in the moment
doing my thang
because first of all it's my life
and we don't live in eternity
we live in a world full of people trying to make it
feel important and interpret life
so i don't blame them for being complete *******
but this time around im focusing solely on me
...time is winding down..and life's too short to count up who the **** hates me
and wonder how am i gonna show so and so how much i don't give a **** today
...like my life should be filled up with joy, adventure, and i'm gonna push my self to do that
me personally chooses not to give a **** about ****
that's me
that makes me happy
and ******* can talk, can laugh, and what not
but it's my life
straight up like i'm sorry if i offended you or if your angry of something that's going on in my bubble
but whatever our world right
but i'm focused on what i'm doing and on what the **** I want do
and I know you people viewing are like what the hell
your right
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
To eat or not to eat, that is the question.
A doughnut, ****** airy I’ll consume--
adjust my diet later to make room--
or falsely reject pastries’ sweet delight
while bingeing pasta deep into the night?
Doughnut, thou art satisfying, sweetly
filling morsel, savored now discreetly—
perhaps a little midday’s sugar craving
is better solaced, hunger I’ll be staving
off, resisting better night time craves.
‘Tis better, easier to have the faves;
by portions small on calories I’ll save,
and skip on other dishes that don’t taste
as sweet and crispy, but go straight to waist.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
Kiley in italics
Just Kyle in regular text
Spencer and Kyle in bold
And so it begins...
At poets I laugh
Silly boys with their rhyming
here I sit smiling
gracefully moving
She smiles at my poem
I smile at hers.
She burns all my books
I cry all the time, never over
She is my new fav
I cry when books burn,
Angrily **** those who burn
Even my new faves
She giggles all day
*try to **** but always fail*
She will live forever
None live forever
Though the war will never end.
We're back in the game
You silly little
youngster and second class guys
I will always win
Powerful, she is
yet she has less "class" than we.
She cannot beat us
two plus three is five
Indeed, but two men do not equal
that of one woman
In their clutter'd brains
Women make odd equations
that just make no sense
men cannot add things
men will never understand
the ways women speak
When girls start to speak
All we hear is rabble ra-
bble rabble rabble
Open up your ears
You have lost this game today
*I'm done and win, *****
Kiley exits
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dear Sally:
Hi! I see you stopped by my page, you're always so thoughtful!
And I did stop by your page, you know, to see what you've been up to lately.
Unfortunately, yet fortunately, I ran into all my favorite HP Poetess and poets that you so kindly re-posted. And so after reading down your list and commenting and liking all our wonderful friends' poems, I realized I never found your poems.
Anyways, Thank you Sally for giving me a new home page to read my faves.
Seriously though, you are very awesome and have a wonderful heart!
Sincerely Traveler
Tim
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Soon these Oceans will Breathe your Nation's Flag
The Next White Wave bid your Empire Win
Of all your Faves to Labours your Efforts glad
Now Breed the Cup to place your Feet within
And will such Dream - as Clouds will gladly tell
Care to Raise this Jewel we call the Sun
Feign these Figures as one Critic un-well,
These Tripe-Haste Metaphors ensure your Fun
For what be such Success if Peppered Smiles
Seasoned to Last as any Great Athlete knows
A Pinch on your Cheek; And Gold on your Miles
All where Heart's be Heart your Country's Shine glows.
Still you Conquered - Cakes bittered by Life's Truth
Frost these Doubts - SIGNORA! Then Taste your Youth.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
"Do you like looking at the stars?"
I guess. Maybe.
Yes of course. I have ever since.
"What color is your favorite?"
Not quite sure. Rainbow??
Blue! Definitely blue.
"Do you like pizza?"
yeah.
Yes! Yes!
You weren't aware
how I was never sure
til' you came but never cared
I've long been searching for a cure
For my uncertainty in life
doubts
insecurity
and cowardice
But you slashed all of those with a knife
And made them all worse
when I thought you had the antidote
never knew I read the wrong note
Now from my faves
they started to become my dislikes
from my midnight craves
now I start to say "yikes"
And that is the summary of your impact
throughout my life~
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
The bitter truth is that
I am not what you want.
Not your fave ice cream flavour,
not your fave flower,
not your cup of tea,
not your fave tee.
I'm not your fave song,
not your fave scent,
not your fave weather,
not your fave sweater,
just not your fave anything.
My entire being.
The ugly thing is that
you're precisely what I want.
You're my fave ice cream flavour,
my fave flower,
my cup of tea,
my fave tee.
You're my fave song,
my fave scent,
my fave weather,
my fave sweater,
my fave everything.
Your entire being.
-m.b
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC
To eat or not to eat; that is the question.
A doughnut--yeasty, airy--I’ll consume,
adjust my diet later to make room,
or falsely reject pastries’ sweet delight
while bingeing pasta deep into the night?
Doughnut, thou art satisfying; sweetly
filling morsel, savored now discreetly—
perhaps a little midday’s sugar craving
is better solaced, hunger I’ll be staving
off, resisting better night time craves.
‘Tis better, easier to have the faves;
by portions small on calories I’ll save
and skip on other dishes that don’t taste
as sweet and crispy, but go straight to waist.
Apr 2, 2024
Apr 2, 2024 at 11:12 PM UTC
Slam my hip down
Hipbone a Warm teardrop
Ripples on impact
My body
Of water
The stage
Walls turn wonderland
As the pills kick drum
I am the bass drop
Hands dove letter
To my mouth
The room waves
As she stands staring
Knees locked in contrapassto
Pinstripes in my eyes
I have no need for the white eyes
Or white fabric
Purity was always
your delusion
Dreamt into syringes
Pricked into tiny faves
Fat with cake and promises from their daddy's
Or any man
With a poloroid camera
I am standing on the ceiling
Chandler trees raze
And solidify a shining icy stasis
Large and formal
Cold and towering
Tables glued upside down overhead
tiny tealights stuck too
Fire flickers down
You are a spotlight
Head
Chest
Skin
All Lighthouse
Peninsula
Ocean
Curvature of the earth
You beam clairvoyance
Shake your head.
Free of these lighthouses
You are under tealight s
A woman dances
Your hand touches your tie
Pen
Wrist muscles with fingers stimming
Champagne watch
Navy sleeve
Shoulder
Cheekbone
Soft hand on your cheek.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC
What could get me
more likes
more love
more faves
?
what can I do for more attention and Views today..?
I know..
Watch me create
look at this
I made this overnight
Look at this funny post
I found it.. I poured over the images and stories to find this
to return it to
My Page
watch me ..in real-time pour my soul out on your screen
I will complain and throw verbal tantrums of
desperation
seeking
all
attention
crying out
for love
for views
for likes
or just sympathy
Look at all of these images of me and all of the people
in my
Life
see there, ..
that's when I was happiest
Isn't that amazingly great?..
like it
..please
Support my life
with your attention
Confirm to me
that
you see
You see the persona I am sculpting through my Feed
I am the Best
I am just beautiful
I am so inspiring and desirable
to study
and to affirm
And when we meet in person
you will know
that I know
That you like the image I have projected
and I
yours
We will sit together side by side
with phones and
devices
together
separately
crafting our online identities
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Our faves barely love us
The ones that we admire stay not
And those who genuinely crave our presence
Their heads get burried in the sands
Faces get soaked in the muds
Goodness, how saddening?
Love isn't a fair game
Affection comprehends no just at time
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
Post me fellow hp members your responses.
Mine is " I'm kicking my *** do ya mind!??!" -Liar Liar
Well, one of my faves from Comedies.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC