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Sleepless K Aug 2013
I cant wait to speak to you now
To see your face
Your my home
Your what i know
And when i said i hated you
It wasnt true
But i do hate what youve done to me
I hate that i love you
A little bit
A lot
Now
Now when i feel crazy
And then actually
Then when i said i hated you, cos i was crazy, cos i love you, and thats what this love has done to me, made me crazy, an thats what i hate.
Oh and now
Because your away and i cant see you and feel you and make you laugh, i really want to make you laugh
And see your smile
And taste your lips
And make you ***
I fantasise daily
About how im gonna tie you up and make you *** the night you get back
In reality il probably be shy
But i have friends, i have hobbies, i have important **** to do for **** sake
But im sitting here, missing you
Writing this
Recording shows and films on the box for us to watch together when you get back
The notebook
We have to watch the notebook
And im fine
Dont get me wrong im fine, i get to sleep okay
And im chillin, seein people, might see matt this week, talking to didi an toe, seeing family
Im fine, please dont get a big ego
But im just not
Home
Im not tingly
Or excited
I cant explain it
I dont have you
I dont have you in my arms an sometimes that makes me sad
And then i start thinking about all the things that iv done wrong
And all these great things im gonna do when ur back
I am, im going to appreciate you more
And im going to play cool a bit more
Dont know how im gonna do both
But i am
Im gonna appreciate you because i want to,
Because i look back on this short time weve been together and so many things that you have done for me make me smile, make me so grateful and make me so happy. Like the cash machine one :) and staying at my house when i was at work, and being patient when i dont know what to wear(corfu and tims)
And all this makes me think, ****. What have i ever done for this boy
He is amazing and he loves me, **** knows why but he does and its insane
Oh and then im gonna play it cool, thats right
Im gonna play it cool because i dont want to ruin it
I dont want to show too much
Of my feelings of absolute passionate never-before-felt-like-this love!
And i dont want those nice things you do to stop
I dont want you to stop trying
Because its boring
Because you know youve got me
Got me ignoring other guys texts
Got me thinking about no one else but you
Got me absorbed in you
Got me missing you like crazy, writing stupid love notes at midnight, drinking rose on my own, when i havnt seen you for a mere two weeks
That kindov got me
Thats what you cant know
So im gonna miss you
But then im gonna see you
Soon
Soon im gonna wrap my whole body around yours like a vice
I wanna jump on you, i wanna run an jump when i see you like we used to do in the corridor of galbraith
Even tho i know im so heavy
You dont act like i am
And i wanna bury my head deep in your neck and kiss it
And now i cant write anymore
Cos its too much
So il watch kardashians
Take my mind of you
Not long now and il be home
I mean, you'll be home.
Not really a poem, more auto writing
Ken Pepiton Jun 2019
We, the people, is inclusive.
It's me and you and whoeverelse shows up
under examination.

The unaxamined life, ain't worth the time, t'm'mind.

We, the people, embody liberty
it's a cultural-environmental-asentien-told-tale,
an ethos-pathos, super positioned meme.
Our endowment, as it were.

It is living. Alive means it is living, in short form
where it is a
named variable earlier in the duration of events.

okeh. quotes and things
around phrases are de
meaning to the words in the phrases, so, mebbe,
for real spells,
we only use
invisible links, right

"to effect a thought"
slogan mantras from others into
now, if the phrase might be called stolen,
if we fail to say, who said, say
mebbe
John Kenneth Galbraith said that...
Name dropping as an ethos move, scene setting up pathos

or it could be a tribal signal. Are we in send or receive?

I know some of those. If we read the same books, we are related.
Valis might mean something to you.
I might cure your apophrenia and ****** you to my side,

don't push me off the edge this time.
Finding oneself in the book of life is ... as hard as you think it is.
Would you know your name if it were called?

wwwuwu freaky online poet person messin' witme.
crazy, the idea, is not a bad state of mind,

past the cool of the day, as the last shred of doubt about
reality has been besomed into the dust,

matter for matter, dust for dust,
here is where the part of crazy that is only Escherish
begins to twist itself
into a Mobius strip with Pluribis backing us on fife,
Higgs on the bass, and
Hopf spinning sticks between perididdles

The entire idea of Universe, emerges
inside out, and

all over the planet, all hands clap to forehead, as one.
A dialogue in a crowded dark rom, mebbe.

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