"gaga" poems
Tahimik at tila nawalan na ng ganang huminga ang mundo
Nakasarado ang mga labing to pero alam kong punong puno
ng mga sigaw
ng mga hagulgol
ng mga mura
na pinipilit na hindi makawala
Dahil alam ko na kahit ang boses ay maubos
hanggang sa tuluyan nang mapaos
Hindi mo pa rin pakikinggan
Dinadaan nalang ang mga sakit na naipon
sa pagsulat sa basang pahinang pinipilit mang pagtagpiin
ay tuluyan nang napupunit
Gawa ng mga luhang kumakawala sa mga matang bulag
Marahang pinapahid dahil sa namamagang pisngi
Katulad ng pag-iibigan natin
Sa pahinang ito
Tuluyan nang nawasak at paunti unti nang naglalaho
Nabura na ang tinta at naging malabo na
ang mga salitang Mahal na mahal kita
Ipipikit nalang ang mga mata para tumigil na
Kasabay ang paghaplos sa nanlalamig na espasyo
Sa bandang kaliwa ng ating kama
Dito dating nakahimlay ang isang nilalang na nagbigay halaga sa kalawakan
Ang nagparamdam ng tunay na kahulugan ng buhay at pagmamahal
Pinapaniwalang ang pag-iibigan ay tunay at magtatagal
Pero mahal
Bakit ang mga halik ay napalitan ng mga mura
Ang mga yakap ay napalitan ng mga sampal
At ang mga matamis na ngiti ay napalitan na ng matalim na mata
Nasaan na ang pinangakong walang hanggan?
Alam ko kung gaano kasakit ang mawalan
Alam ko kung paano mawasak ang mundo ng isang iniwan
Pero alam mo ba kung ano yung pinakamasakit?
Magkatabi tayo at magkadikit ang mga balikat
Walang matitirang espasyo sa gitna dahil sa liit ng higaan
Pero hindi ko maramdaman na nariyan ka
Mali..
Alam kong andiyan ka pero alam ko rin na ang pagmamahal mo ay naglaho na
Sabi nila masakit makita ang mahal **** may kasamang iba
o hanggang kaibigan lang ang tingin niya
o wala na siyang ibang nabanggit kundi ang isang taong ayaw sa kanya
Putang ina
Hindi nila alam na mas masakit ang nararamdaman ng isang tangang katulad ko
Na pinipilit pinapaniwala ang sariling mahal mo pa ako
Mas masakit yun
Mahal hindi mo ba nakikita ang mga mapuputlang labi na minsan mo nang nahagkan?
Hindi mo ba naririnig ang mga hikbi na pinipilit kong itago pero hinihila pa rin palabas ng pighati?
Hindi mo ba nararamdaman kung gaano kita kamahal, kung gaano ako kahangal?
Gusto ko lang naman pakinggan mo ako
Gusto kong malaman mo na ayoko na
Na kahit ayoko na ay ayoko pa
Ayoko pang bumitaw
Dahil natatakot akong maligaw
Sa paniniwalang ang iyong palad ang gabay sa mundo kong minsan nang naging bughaw
Ayoko pang mawalay sayo
Ayoko pang ako’y iwan mo
Tawagin mo na akong tanga, gaga, boba
Pero Mahal kita
Pero Ayoko na
Ayoko na sana
Sana pigilan mo ako sa pagtangka kong pagbitaw
Pigilan mo sa pagsulat muli sa mga basang pahina dahil huli na to
Halikan ang mga nakasaradong labi nang mapalitan ang mga mura ng mahal
Mahal kita
Oo na hanggang sa huli
Kahit matagal nang sinasabi ng mga mata, labi at puso ko
At nakasulat sa huling basang pahina na ito
Na Ayoko pa, mahal ayoko na.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Alam n'yo ang love, pag-ibig
o ano bang tawag n'yo d'yan,
kusang 'yang dumarating
di nga lang nagsasabi kasi wala 'tong bibig
(hayyy naku! naman oh!)
Pero ano ba kasi ang true love?
O baka kaya'y throw love na naman?
(tawa muna bago maging seryoso ang usapan)
Ito kasi yun, tama na sana! S'ya na sana!
Eh shunga-shunga ka eh!
Boy Gago! Lady Gaga! Pinakawalan mo pa.
(kaya ayun! iyak iyak na naman ang drama)
At napatanga sabay sabing
"Sayang!"
At wala ka ng magagawa
upang maibalik pa ang naudlot na love story n'yo.
(wag mo nang ipagkaila, tama ako noh?)
Nakakasawa rin naman pakinggan
ang mga hinaing n'yo!
Wala kaming hearing aid,
bespren n'yo lang kami!
(ano ba, tama na kasi! kasalanan mo rin yan!)
Puro pait at pighati na lamang ba?
Kaya ang isa sa inyo
naging PEANUT BITTER na!
(nakakasawa talaga, talagang talagang talaga!)
Kaya eto na nga'ng advice ko sa inyo...
Sabi kasi nila...
Ang love ay parang daw isang itlog...
'Pag hinigpitan mo ang hawak,
mababasag...
Pero 'pag maluwag naman,
mahuhulog lang at mababasag din...
kaya dapat tama lang...
Yung alam n'yong akma lang
sa eksena...
Kaya eto ako ngayon,
malungkot at nanggiginaw ang puso...
(hahahaist...)
Kaya bago matapos 'tong tula ko,
magtatanong muna ako...
Sino bang may gustong humawak ng itlog ko?
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
My heart pounds for your smile, Dogbreath
I like you more than a ****** likes ****
you may be family and I may call you bro
but it’s not ****** when you’re a Juggalo.
I’ll never forget the day that we met
one kiss and I wanted to be your Juggalette
my passion for you burns like a thousand suns
it can’t be contained even if I were restrained by nuns.
My desire for you isn’t even satirical
if you think about it it’s kind of a miracle
drawn together like magnets – how do they work?
and the way you touch my **** drives me berserk.
You wrangle records like a big money rustla
I like Lady Gaga and ain’t much of a hustla
I was born this way, but my heart can grow bigga
if you’ll take my hand and say you’re my *****
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
daily provisioning
wallet watch testicles spectacles
cash (single bills) cell phone
bottle of water hairbrush with vanity attached,
personal technology baggie
(earbuds, variety of charging cords etc.)
loose change in order to fall from pockets & annoy yourself
sunglasses (idiot! summers half over) and something else...
pocket tissues!
skin and bone, muscle, all flavors and multilayers,
a language of music only you hear,
the pumping station internal, the gaga motion
product of the palette of body following souled emotions,
the antacid pills after that burrito;
and that strangely named thang called
libido?
your teeth your smile, your shyest guile,
to catch that lady’s hopefully.
reciprocated pearly whites delight,
pen and pad to record being a sad and mad good lad,
a Swiss Army knife if the tube or bus
should (will) breakdown,
your tiny little bottles of
inspiration perspiration and perspective,
that you forgot to
label
the list to do and the list
to add to the to do list
and good heavens,
a serious writing utensil
to fool yourself when
thinking serious thoughts like
these
the last but should be first,
the house keys!!
keys just an enabler
to do it all again
tomorrow
July 11, 2018 10:22pm
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.
So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.
You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.
Thank God we’re only young once.
.
.
Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
How do I love thee? In a way that's bad,
by which I mean so bad it's almost good.
I need you, and you know it drives me mad.
I want you more than any other could.
And we could write romances, you and me.
I want to hear your Hitchcock movie schtick.
I want your everything. I hope it's free.
I want you in my window, and you're sick.
And yet you know my raving is a sign
I'd rather we were paramours than friends.
You're outlawed from the moment that you're mine
Until the day our bad romancing ends;
I'll love you in a leather-studded bra.
Rah gaga gaga roma ooh la la.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 3:02 AM UTC
Bedroom’s painted fisherman’s blue
There’s a cut out of Hayden Panettiere naked in a pink bikini with a hula-hoop on the back of the door
Copies of British Vogue desperately hidden underneath the bed accompanying an empty bottle of Glen’s
Manchester United duvet cover and matching pillows to boot
The bin’s filled with pre-packed home-made lunches from the last six months
Wardrobes a collection of ill fitting blue jeans bought for me by grandmother and football jerseys for teams that I’ve never even heard of, yet let alone see play a single game
Uniform ironed and sitting out ready for school on Monday at 8am sharp
***** clothes cover mostly all the floor smelling of Lynx’s finest even though there’s an empty laundry basket just waiting in the corner to be used
Inside one of the woolen blazer’s (that is way too big for me) pockets a single unopened ****** and an AES 256-bit encrypted USB stick
An old PlayStation 2, with a single controller; games including FIFA years through 2004 to now, Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell, and GTA.
Blood red shoplifted lipstick that’s now melted hidden in the little secret compartment at the back, meant for network expansion.
Artemis Fowl, Alex Rider, and Harry Potter all adorn the bookcase
Physics, Maths, and IT textbooks remain firmly closed on the desk in addition to a smashed phone from me and Daddy’s last “physical altercation”
Lady Gaga’s “I Like it Rough” is playing in the background on repeat…
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
b'ęránko bà p'égbá nigbò, kiniun lolori wøn
b'ęiyę p'øgøfa l'ødan așa l'øga gbogbo wøn
b'øba p'ęgbęrun laiye, ønirisha ni baba wøn
b'obinrin ti pøto laiye, iwø motunrayo ni mø yan layo
ifę rę n'pa mi bi øti
oyi ifę rę n'kømi o mu mi lotutu
gbogbo ara mi ngbøn bi ęni w'ędo
b'oba føwø rę kanmi , arami aya gaga
ololufe mi apønbeepore
o'nfa øfun ni kij'ęran pe lęnu,
ohun mi k'in wa ę m'øya , irinajo niøję
nișęju ișęju løkan mi fa si ę
ololufęmi abęfę, ibadi aran awęlęwa
ęwa rę tan bi mønamana
otan kaari aiye, omu imøle wasayemi
ofimi løkan bale, aiya mi o ja ęru o si bamimø
ifę rę mumi rinri ajo ayø
omumi de ebute idunnu ati alafia
mowoke modupę løwø eledua
to semilanu nigba ti mo șe awari ifę rę
bi ewe ba pę Lara oșę, a ma d'øșę
ekurø lala b'aku ęwa
bi inu ba șè șì, aworan rę lowa ni bę.
iwø ni monifę julø .
mawo ariwo øja rara.
mașe da awøn ęlętan løhun
iru ifę wa yii lowu wøn
ifę at'oke l'atørun wa.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
The little Prince of Persia
Who's purpose is to depurse ya,
Dispersing suits, clock off time city worker,
Mark your card, inertia.
He's no mathematician or magician
But give him a dynamoment to take you to the cleaners,
cause this one's mean a!
Hellbent on humiliation he'll reverend run you to the station.
He's counting cards, counting on ya till your seeing stars, K.O, ringside seat whilst you get parred, po, poker face he'll drive you gaga!
So Loay and behold he might not be honourable, but he's willing and able to bring the last supper to this table.
He's not called Jack but he's a joker, in guise he tries to choke ya, draw the ace but it won't help ya,
cause you're a disgraced King
and you've just been usurped sir,
by that little Prince of Persia.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
don't know whats wrong with this world
animals are better then people
people are too busy to even help each other
there's swag and yolo
people want gaps between their legs
the **** life is choosing people
lady gaga is "fashion"
acting like a stripper is called twirking
twirking is called dancing
not liking rap is sth to be ashamed of
******** is considered art
literature is dead
music is dead
love is materialistic
what
is
there
to
live
for
?
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
and as being alone is not the same as lonliness...then perhaps "peacefulness" does not mean the silly liberal search for the end of hostilities
and as being a lover does not mean having *** with someone but merely implies a true commitment to humanity....then of course all things are seen in natural harmony
but then!
what would lady gaga say!
and as being a real soul does actually seem to necessitate the abandonment of cultural stupidity.......then perhaps our attempts to write down and express our feelings might possibly be the act of saving the world!
but then!
what would sarah palin say we really mean!
---
come
be free
it is better that way
i
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 10:04 AM UTC
I open the blinds and see the world - in return, what
does the world see? It sees me, and all my splendid, split
personalities, living these amazing times, of amazing
pleasures, in which we tweet tweets, and post posts re
ego-trips and copyrighted links, videos and things; and,
as stray dogs, we ramble randomly, and all the time,
living in our infinite worlds, of infinite lanes, till infinity;
yet we suffer so much pain.
Our Shih Tzus take us on extended walks, firmly leashed
to our Koss plugs, as we drone cool tunes on multihued
iPods, iPhones buzzing ringtones of tittering babies,
stolid kings and hyperactive frogs, which would all make
my eighty-six year old dad want to gag; we fly
ultralight megaplanes at the sonic sound of speed,
through virtual and real space, connecting dots at low-
cost prices, while we belt-up, gear-up, gulp Gaga and
gorge heat-inducted meals of deer, horse and over-
promoted crap; and then, wow surprisingly, we are all
so unsatisfied.
We consciously all move-in together, and **** on end,
like statistical sheep, pre-married, unloving, and broken
up, and justify it all, to ourselves, with our fully
stretched spandex morality, over low-carb brunches
@Starbucks, two 14” screens of separation; we paint
pornographic images of virgins, all called Mary, in the
name of art, and, white-clad, **** babes and alter-boys,
and penetrate each other, first with our fingers, deeply,
then superficially, without even wondering, for a
zeptosecond, why we can’t stand one another any
longer.
We crank-up dependencies, like high street mainliners,
shamming and slaughtering for neurotoxic fixes of
smileys and Crystal on billion-dollar Kogo yachts, while
we all just pedal on, dispassionately, down and over
interior canals, to the core of our hocked, abbrev lives,
chronically connected and severely distracted, in
aromatic polymer bubbles, heedlessly cruising through
comic-strip farms of mock vegetables, surely to nowhere
and towards no one; and quite frankly, the world laughs
at all this, and sobs, and so do I.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:08 PM UTC
I am not the kind of boy who fits the mould of it's social stereotype:
Does sport
perving on girls
has the tendency to treat girls like a piece of meat
No, that isn't me.
I never liked sport.
I was a boy who didn't like to watch or play with Action man or Power Rangers,
Instead I was the kind of boy who would tell his friends that he was going to football club,
When in fact I was going to dance club.
At school I studied dance.
"What lesson do you have next, Lew?"
"History"
Dance.
As the school year rolled on it was revealed,
When I had to perform in front of the whole school,
Nerves
Butterflies
Terror
After that I rolled with the punches:
Gay
Queer
******
It angered me that because I didn't stick with the 'traditional' ideology of a boy I was an outcast,
labelled with a stereotype that also didn't fit me.
I like Lady Gaga
In fact, I adore her.
Because I support the LGBT community I am misunderstood as a person.
To this day I struggle to overcome constant attack of prejudice and disrespect that people show me,
I struggle to hold on to that last thread of self confidence.
I don't dance any more. I am too scared to try it again
I don't tell people that I listen to Gaga and Lana Del Rey. They'll laugh at me
Whenever I say I like a girl people think it's a lie
All of this because I am a different kind of boy.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
The room is bouncin
Wall to wall base so fat you can walk on it BLIP BLEEEP :-).
Chant and grind on syntho growl. Strobes hittin all the corners...locked on the groove bouncy move.
Mechanical funk....Double dutchin.
Hollan-daze orange crushin the room. Afro pulse Housin you down..Blip Bleep.
Two hours straight epical trance.....Old disco gone techno high. Strobed out on that techno Applejack meet Afrojack.
New trance city.
Luda an fitty
Ear hustlin this one
NuUrban stepchild drivin the beat...Blip Blip Bleeeep.
Hop til ya drop ta Tiesto
Super techno out your mind
More bounce to the ounce.
Got GaGa goin gaga
Dont stop.
Dont quit.
Blip Bleep.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Don't waste the pretty, my friend
Life is for living
Men are like trains....
Don't waste energy chasing after that one
Another one is coming.
A better one.
With seats.
Dance the nights away
Not like no-one's watching.
Dance like you deserve an audience.
Tonight, Matthew, I am Gaga.
Don't wish away your youth searching for stability,
Mediocrity and banality are nothing to be yearned for.
Don't stop moving.
A rolling stone has moss in every corner of the world
A friend on every continent
And a dress in every colour
Exploring the world is a means to exploring yourself
So read more books, eat more ice cream and don't waste the pretty.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 8:18 AM UTC
Naranasan mo ba ?
Yung biglang may lalabas
Pangalan mula sa nakalipas
Nakakagulat diba
Kasi ang alam mo tapos na
Naka move on ka na eh
pero heto nanaman ba ?
Bumalik ka kasi
Nilandi
Nagsaya
Nahulog ulit
Ang saya diba
Na alam mo sa sarili **** pampalipas ka lang
Na diyan ka magaling ang maging past time
Tinanong ko nga sarili ko?
Sino ba talaga ko sayo?
Oo heto tayo
Naglalandian na parang tayo
Pero ang pagkakaalam ko wala akong titulo sa salitang
"Sayo lang ako"
Sorry na
Eto kasing gaga
Naging loyal sa isa
kahit wala na
Wag ka magalala
Darating yung panahon na
Masaya na ko sa iba
At kaya ko ng wala ka
Yung mga araw na sasabihin ko "ang saya pala"
makahanap ng iba
siya na nagpapasaya
kahit nasasaktan ka
Siya na nagpapangiti
ng mga panahong sawing sawi
Bumangon ako
Kasama siya na bumuo sa pagkatao ko
Magiging masaya ako kahit wala ka
dahil eto siya
siya na akin talaga
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC
I painstakingly
Edit my pictures
Select my captions
Carefully.
Hashtag like there's no tomorrow,
Because hey,
How else can I get noticed?
I check the number of likes
And comments that I get
By the minute
Refreshing
And refreshing
Again.
Follow those famous people
In the hopes I'll
Get followed back.
Lady Gaga could not
Have said it better.
I live
For the applause.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
I am a gorilla,
I am an ape.
And I’m trying to escape
This Golden Cage of youthful age,
I grace myself with the withering ineptitude
Of a penguin in commons.
I have the ambition of a pumpkin at Halloween,
That wants nothing more, than to be lit from the inside.
But my fiery breath is nothing more than whiskey
And cigarettes,
A lose regret of swollen knuckles,
Reminiscent of the iron age, I’m blowing off steam.
But it’s only condensed water on the inside of these windows.
Where the lights are off and there’s no one home.
Steve left me on the edge of moon rock,
A town that missed the stars of the night when they looked to sun,
So I sit playing ****
Puffed out like a swan but,
I’m all neck.
I wear a leek with pride and Yes,
I am a dragon on match days,
With claws and shrills, and right I’m sky high,
Cutting through your fluffy clouds, soft and weak.
Copper clad in pennyworth jeans I never chose.
Flaws that will be the floor for me,
Because in my town we never heard of stepladders,
We reach for the sky by climbing hills on tip toes.
Mountains we made with mole hills
My mother wont let go.
With **** so deep even spuds wont grow.
Apologies like auburgines, may be good for you
But I don’t like the taste.
So I’ll continue to squash the marrow between my knuckles,
But you can go gaga if you want to,
Because, I was born this way.
Great pun.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 7:01 PM UTC
Lady Gaga's poker face is off,
While I hear Dr.Frankenstein maniacal cough,
Marlyn's eyes pacing and keeping with her anxieties,
with Bob Dylan telling her about his newest sobrieties,
Bunch a ******** cards says Loretta Lynn,
I'm all in says he with the masochistic words written on his chin,
Gaga throws her dark shades on her slave Popculture,
he bows and tries to back out the door,
When Elvis and Kerry Grant grab his collar,
and tell him to earn his dollar.
My hand is nothing but missed connections,
and different lives I might have lived.
I fold.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:09 PM UTC
Music fills her soul
as different
melodies capture her moods
who hasn't yearned
for that country
somebody did somebody wrong song
or just feeling
crazy
or want to jazz it up with
a little of the Latino explosion
visiting Birdland when all else fails
dancing the night away to Donna
saving that last dance for someone special
chilling to the smooth blues' riff
as Michael Grimm crones
how you don't know him
every now and then
when the mood is
right
moonlight sonata calls
and romance and roses win the night
who can resist
when a gal's
in the mood
or sitting before a campfire
signing of the harvest moon
sometimes a body just feels lost
looking for a way to get "closer to god
and f#@*%ing like an animal
to feel alive
or banging it out
to AC/DC
beebooping to Madonna or Lady Gaga,
or justifying that
bad love
trying to convince
yourself
that you like the way he lies
maybe relaxing and
using your imagination
while you talk about stupid girls
and all that garbage
listening to the B52s
and
doing the rock lobster
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
......so how's the LOVE THING
Workin out for ya ?
...:
Is
FOLLOWING THE BOUNCING *****
Takin ya home?
•
If I said
TAKE ME TO YOUR LEADER
would ya take me to
BEYONCE?
LADY GAGA?
••
Jesus H geFukkin Christ !
What happened to ya?
---
-///-
---
Spit the **** out and brush your teeth!
Be angry enough to become real
It's a stupid movie ya think you're in!
••
Every same person is sayin it to ya!
••
You are so un-here
It's not fiunny anymore
Your ugly dyin
Ugly dyin
---•---
Love?
You say
LOVE?
---
screetching forth your
Possessive power spells
Seeking sado-masochostic
**********
--
//
--
Yeah
You cool!
---
The money's all stolen!
Ya wanna be slaves?
Well
You are!
••
I REALLY LOVE YOU
who the **** cares I hear you say
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Let me tell you a bit about me
A bit that I haven’t told anyone
Here goes nothing…
I listen to Lady Gaga
A lot
The smell of whiskey doesn’t burn my nose
Rather it smells familiar, similar to maple syrup
I love to dance a lot when no one is looking
And really provocatively
I doubt my ability
Yet fear my potential
I kissed a boy in first grade
But don’t know why I have literally hid this all my life
The book “Charley and the Chocolate Factory” changed me
And I never like chocolate until this year
I am afraid of dogs
I grew up with dogs all of my life
I really dislike my arms from the elbow up
But play off my flannel shirts and hoodies as a fashion statement
I bite my nails but not nervously
Rather because nail clippers make my nails feel weird
I watch ****
No one really admits that one but most of us do
I love not washing my hair
But I hate going out in public that way
I love most people but pretend I don’t
It’s easier that way
I love the feeling of crumbling sheet rock
Especially if it is wet
I have cussed since I was probably 7…
I think I cuss less now than I did in fifth grade
I generally admire those farthest from me
They are what I’ll never be
I could see myself as president
But just as easily a stripper
I have to try really hard not to cry when I think of my childhood
Especially young memories
I have tweezed my eye brows
And my toes
I have worn makeup while no one was home
Mainly just to try it
I love eating raw sugar
Especially chewing it
I am pretty sure I was delusional as a child
But sometimes I feel like either I wasn’t or I still am
I don’t feel like people ever really know me
Especially my family
There is a chunk of me
Please don’t waste it
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
I will kiss new days with the same wonder I always have
I'll just be doing it before I brush my teeth
There is no one left to impress with minty fresh breath
Sometimes when I forget hand lotion
I run my fingers through blades of grass
I rube the dew into my pores
Long blades of grass smell better than short blades of grass
That's why I never like mowing the lawn when I was little
When a baby cries an angel gets their wings
When little kids laugh our cat runs and hides
When I blow bubbles little kids laugh
My cat is very good at hiding
My mom thinks I listen to my headphones too loud
I think if I blow my ear drums listening to rock music
Then I'll never have to hear anyone say good bye again
That doesn't sound bad at all
I will stare in the mirror with the same discomfort as always
Only this time it will be after my shower
I still have someone out there to impress with my unassuming good looks
I don't always get dressed
But when I do
I prefer to wear clothes
I don't always wear clothes
But when I do
I prefer clean clothes
My iron broke
It takes a village to raise a child
It takes a city to raise a Gaga
It takes time to heal
It takes a clock to see that time
It takes a man to build a clock
Therefore it takes a village to tell the time
I wash my sheets every time I cry
I am very sad about you leaving
But I'm out of Tide
And I can't afford another bottle
I'll cry on pay day
It's just not in my budget to cry today
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:51 AM UTC
some listen to pop
and like lady gaga
some listen to rap
and like tupac
abut me, i'm different
i listen to what is considered,
"emo music," or "goth music,"
so what does it matter,
if i listen to black veil brides,
or even of mice and men
music is music,
and that music saved my life
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC