"georgous" poems
sitting in heavy traffic one day, 4-way stop
radio on, listening to the DJ describe
the excitement of broadcasting live
from a south side strip club
between songs
giggly ****** screech in high pitched
dog whistle voices
trying to entice me
into meeting wild red heads
georgous brunettes, ***** blondes
yellow, then red, then slowly traffic
moves on
continuing the maze
blockades block, jackhammers
tear up half the street, change lanes
the heat of asphalt, a constant barrage
of noise
straining, amplifying
I turn a ***** off in mid-squeal
looking around I realize
I had arrived
this was the world of grown-ups
I so desperately longed for in my youth?
no bat mizvah, no tribal rite of passage
but if I'm lucky
I'll make that green light
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
my eyes are not windows to my soul
they are a mirror of yours
not because I want you to love me for someone im not
but because I dont trust you,
or anyone,
to see through.
To see through the tangled web of lies, fear, lonelyness
self hatered and pitty
I don’t want, anybody to see through that.
For somebody to love me after all of that,
well, they must be just as,
well as aweful as me.
I love you because I can see all of you.
I love you because you are scared.
I love you because you know just what to say even when I don’t want to hear it.
I haven’t let you see in yet, but im working on it.
every day I think about losing you,
because Im too afraid to let you love me
so every time we talk,
i tell you a pice of my story.
My eyes are not vindows to my soul
they are a mirror of his, of hers of thiers
Slowly, my mirror is reflecting back on me
showing me that im not as aweful as I feel.
Im also not as great as you say.
But im getting htere
Every time you call me georgous
everytime you remember my favorite song
or word
or color
you remember everything ive ever told you,
even the lies.
Now, you’ve seen it all.
You’ve seen me at my darkest moments,
youve seen me at my lowes points.
You still love me.
My eyes are not a mirror of your soul anymore.
they are windows into mine.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
Red car top down.
By: Hayden Mills.
I see these two dudes,
In a nice red car with the top down,
Two georgous girls in the back,
A blond,
And I can't quite remember the other,
While in the back seat of my dads tuck,
My ****** expression changes,
And I think,
I am nothing,
They could never be me,
Its not even in my grasps,
So why dream...
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
Tell me what has happened
To the love we used to share
Why did you just let me go
Like you never even cared
Tell me whats been trampling
Through your georgous mind
When you close your eyes
Is it my face you find..
Tell me what has changed
In the days of your retreat
Do you feel victorious
Over my hearts defeat?
Tell me do you love me..
Do reciprocate my pain
When its bright and sunny
Does your reality rain
I'll tell you what has happened
Since you walked away
Mt heart still beats for you
Even though its been betrayed
I'll tell you whats been eating me
Drilling through my head
Its sleeping on the couch
Because I still feel you in my bed
Don't tell me that your sorry
Because its what I want to hear
Don't come back looking
Baby cause I will not be here.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC