"ginormous" poems
Is something you called me once.
Is it so bad that I thought it was-
Adorable as **** I hope it's not,
Because that sure would ****
We use to be closer,
I wish that we still were.
But you and I are in-
different, time-zones that is.
My self confidence has lowered,
Since we've become distanced.
It's true Thunder Lord,
Do you fear my existence?
I wonder if you do.
While you're up top,
Being Scooby-Dooby-Doo!
You know I have no clue.
I'm gig- gig- giggling so hard,
Right now. Who knew that this,
Scrub Lord could be such a clown?
I guess I knew, somewhere deep down.
I feel pretty silly writing all of this now.
After all you've labeld me.
Which I've done to you as well.
But it sure as hell wasn't easy.
I wrote this kind of fast.
Using memories from,
The past. A past that
Includes you in the cast.
I hope you don't mind me,
Spilling all of this out now.
I just didn't know how to say-
This stuff, it's kind of sacred.
Like a cow is to someone who-
Believes in Hinduism. Oh man,
I feel like I'm crossing some lines,
So I'll finish up, just give me time.
But it is true,
I do miss you.
And I wonder,
If you miss me to.
I don't care about what's happened.
Really, it's in the past now.
And I don't go there that often.
Just when I need to remember something.
So tell me ol' Voli?
Am I still your Annie?
I am being so cheesey.
Just say you'll support me.
And I promise I'll carry-
You.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Past rolling hills
green valleys and beautiful woods.
Over falls wondrous
and meadows gold.
Through towns and villages
snow covered and cold.
Over oceans vast
and jungles deep
Lies,
the mountain mammoth.
Great stones
mere bones
before its sprawling feet.
Standing in awe
at its Gothic magnificence.
All creations lying under the shadow
of this monstrous heap.
They dance in reverence
they bask in the terrible embrace,
of the mountain mammoth.
This far away mountain
oh fiery fountain.
Oh ginormous mongrel
oh hideous evil.
Enveloping all life
purging all love.
Decimating madness
the end of all things.
Fear erupts from it
like water from a spring.
Darkness covers the mountain
darkness blacker then pitch.
Darkness that no light ever can touch
not even the stars
those resilient lanterns.
All hope is dashed at the walls
of the mammoth mountain.
All hope is forsaken at the foot
of the great fiery fountain.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Why do people swear?
Why do they do it here and there?
It just doesn't make sense,
it just makes me so tense,
it's like one ginormous nightmare.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Lakes and oceans and blue seas
All alike your body waves
Transitioning every second
Holding whales by your knees
Mountains and cliffs and hills
Ginormous how your body weighs
Descending every second
Shaking hot lava off for thrills
Galaxies and planets and stars
Cuddling your minute existence
Plummeting every second
Making forever feel like daunting hours
Us and me and you
Destroying nothing and everything
Perceptive every second
In constant debt to our bodies that's due
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
I am reminded of the cliché
"It hit me like a freight train."
But honestly, have you ever seen a freight train?
Those things make a **** ton of noise,
They're absolutely ginormous,
And they're not that fast.
You would have to be blind, deaf, and ******* stupid to get hit by one.
So no, the pain doesn't hit like a freight train.
It hits like a avalanche.
You're just sitting there, minding your own business
When suddenly, you begin to feel the thunderous roar.
Before you even realize what's about to happen
You're engulfed in the crippling agony,
keeled over, begging for death.
All this because you wanted some ice cream.
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
Gopi star maidens roam
across an ever widening
void
searching for their darling Giridhari
"Krishna why have You abandoned us?"
"Your foot prints have gone cold and the music
of Your ankle bells are deathly silent"
"The universe is so colossal, baffling,
unfathomable, bewildering and
incomprehensible"
"Where are You?"
"We beg only for Your celestial embrace"
The Lord opens His ginormous, glittering,
galactic blue mouth and laughs
misty worlds evaporate and reappear
Elysian fields, sweet perfumed scents
of Paradise
sweep across our Souls
Beloved Krishna with the cashmere eyes
that old snake charmer
plays His golden flute
Radha seated eternally by His side
The empty jhoola swings
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Today I asked a child of three
What it is he wants to be
When he grows up, and so he
Gave this as a reply to me;
"I want to be GINORMOUS just like you,
And stomp, and roar
Like a dinosaur!
And grow my own beard too!
I want to be able to walk 5 steps
To get wherever I want to go,
Like a scary big T-Rex
Who knows all there is to know!"
It makes me sad to think one day
He won't think I'm so outstanding
But for now we smile, and laugh, and play,
And both minds keep expanding.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
To the tune of the song "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel
Verse 1
Hello toilet, my old friend
I've come to **** in you again
I've been waiting for a great while
This time I'm going the ex-tra mile
With a force that few have ever known
Will power alone
I'm taking...the poop...GINORMOUS
Verse 2
In struggling feels I might pass out
There is much sweat upon my brows
And a straining-pushing as such
Upon a mountain where lightning struck
Where I felt the challenge
Seemed beyond my strength
What it might take
Attempting...the poop...GINORMOUS
Verse 3
And in the end I can now feel
This force of nature makes me reel
Pushing a boulder that may not pass
Pushing a stone with such great mass
Making a log of the greatest immense size
Yes-in all my life
As this was...the poop...GINORMOUS
Verse 4
By my word-I feel-that this is it
Upon this toilet throne I sit
Feeling like an explosion from inside
With no place in my mind left to hide
And the size-like a moose now giving birth
The enormous poop...GINORMOUS
Verse 5
And my goal it now seems in sight
I give it all with all my might
In a strange vision this very moment
As this an unreal bowel movement
And soon I feel:
Like the clear shaking in the earth
That as making n' breaking waves
I'm stunned and dazed
From taking...the poop...GINORMOUS
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
My Inner Critic
I've misunderstood you far too long
I used to think you ginormous
But I see you're actually small.
You're not a beast I need to hide from
But a child I must protect
Your poisonous tongue was cursed to you
From years of abuse and neglect.
When you're scared, you can be scary
To get attention, you yell mean things
You bring something up over and over again
When you know that I'm not listening.
When I look, you're stuck and screaming
Like you felt and could never express
You see danger and no one will listen
I shut you down like all of the rest.
Sweet one, I'm sorry I ran from you
I misjudged your might and will
Now I've grown and understand better
No one ever taught you the skills.
Instead you learned to fear your big feelings
Because they made you bad and unloveable
But your feelings are valid and helpful to hold
You're on fire, but you're not combustible.
The rage that electrifies your skin
Makes sense and will not destroy you
We can redirect, run through it's end
Then, together, decide what to do.
You screamed that you wanted to die
But we dyed our hair instead
You wanted to take your own life
So we've taken it into our own hands.
Big feelings will always wash over us
I know sometimes that feels like too much
But now I'll listen and we can make choices
That won't harm either of us.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
within the lunar and stellar
landscape's terrain
the dreamer shall reach
a marvelous domain
an infinite amount of possibilities
live in this plain
journeying to its wonderland
our ultimate refrain
children we can be
in the ginormous playground
we'll giggle at all
the amusements that are found
there will be lots
of entertainments e'er around
plenty of happiness will reside
on its merry go round
this though has grabbed
many a child's attention
to take a magical carpet ride
to a celestial dimension
we adults recall the fantasy
of its inception
our young hearts filling
with joy's cheery invention
the inner child breaths
in our mind's eye
sometimes it likes to fly
like a kite on high
in this amazing realm
dreams never die
their potentiality lifts us
with a sparkling spry
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Whisper her name into my ears
Show me just how close your body was to hers
Can you touch me like the doll her counsellor gave to her?
I'm begging for a taste of what your lover got
On Hands and knees was how you took her
As if I wouldn't feel the change
Smelling the euphoria of someone else on your skin
Your skin was my skin
I lived in you while you moved in me
Good god an angel swept us from each other
Because God isn't good
He didn't want love to outshine the stars
Love is the same let down for adults
As a child learning that star is a ginormous dead rock
I'm the rock and you're the sun
Threatening to burn me into oblivion
Make me molten like you
Turn me into fire the same way you did her
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
I just have a few words for you.
You hurt her
I hurt you.
You make her cry
I break your face.
You break her Heart
I will fight until the ends of the earth to get to you
and then I will bring you to her put you on your knees
Apologize for every tear you made her cry, every part of her body you might have touched.
For every time she forgave you, for every second she spent on you
For every time you made her think you were the one.
Then I will take you to meat shop cover you in meat and throw you in a dog pound.
Then I will comfort her and take her to get ice cream and make her feel like the Amazing girl she is.
SO THIS IN MY WARNING!!
HURT HER AND I HURT YOU
No if, ands, or but's about it.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Squished Flies
I squished a fly once, with a huge,
what’s that word—
swatter. Its guts got stuck
to the wall, a wing or a limb poking
through the holes of my utensil.
No more buzzing, no more tapping—
soft tapping on my window, and certainly
no more flapping wings; I picked those
off the swatter—flicked them into the air,
nope, they don’t work anymore.
Moment of silence as I scrape the
entrails away (gross), they don’t smell;
but why does puke green ooze from their
wounds – radio-active
waste eating flies, soon to be larger than skyscrapers,
wing-span—covering the skyline. Hovering
in front of the sun; taking subtle revenge
for lost family members, past transgressions
where – the once dominant species – set fire
to each limb and base of the wings; shriveling
appendages and the smell of burnt matches.
I should start building a really
ginormous
fly swatter.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
there was a time when everything
was important
things that were huge, ginormous,
in proportion,
importantly huge..
then there was the little things...
like the walks in the summer rain
where you never cared that I was wearing
my best dress, you preferred me naked anyway
Dinner at Antonios,
getting caught in the snow
I didn't have gloves to warm my hands
you didn't either so you tucked me inside
your jacket and held my frozen fingers
to your chest, I didn't protest
but you told the passerby's that we were
conjoined
and when we were caught on the train
without a ticket you closed your eyes
and I lost my voice and confusion reigned
We walked home for miles after being evicted
*you couldn't stop looking at me
and I couldn't hold my tongue*
Then you left...
just upped, to walk another path
one you said you swore an oath to
but solitary a road still
but you may come back for me
but it doesn't matter, you see
Everything that was important
is no more
and everything you taught me
about Love
doesn't matter anymore
because you aren't here
to share the unimportant moments
with me
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 4:51 AM UTC
I'm not scared of the dark,
I am not afraid to die.
But darling I'm terrified.
I'm scared of the voices in my head.
I'm scared of the shadows behind my bed.
I'm scared of the living.
Darling life is a ginormous horror show.
I hope you aren't scared.
Cause you have a long way to go till you can be rid of living and the horrors that accompany it.
Darling never be like me.
Please never live in fear.
Don't be scared.
Don't be scared.
Don't be scared of the living.
Just please don't be scared like me.
Don’t be afraid to live.
Cause darling,
I'm always scared.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
They always placed me here:
In the outfield,
With the dandelions
And the cartwheels.
Spinning round and round,
Until Rachel shouted,
"Hannah, kick it! Kick it!"
The ball was huge,
Ginormous—
A little Pluto.
I kicked it with all my might
Straight towards the grey city
With the tall skyscrapers
And pins and needles
Shooting towards the sky.
I promise you,
I didn't mean to.
But little Pluto came crashing down
On your city
And with the weight,
I killed you.
A little dandelion kick
And you were gone.
In your will,
You bought me a ticket to Paris
And $1,000 to spend on cheese.
But I couldn't leave.
I tried to confess
How much I forgive you
For using your words
When you were alive,
To exploit me.
But the sounds are caught in my throat
Clenched by my unruly fists,
Unable to unravel themselves
Into spoken word.
My lips mutter,
“I’M SO SORRY”
In big letters—
But the sound does not escape.
I crushed you with a dandelion kick,
And after all of this—
You still remembered my dream
And held onto me,
Placed me in your will.
Then I awoke—
Not in Paris,
Not shoving Brie in my face
Not wearing the heels I packed.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
You're like a giant black hole
You swallowed me whole
Every inch of my being plus that ginormous amount of love that radiated off of me
like a magnet pulling me to an endless end
Do my words make sense?
You shine like the Einstein ring but you're just a mysterious hole.
A trap,
A trap that I fell for,
that I fell into?
No.
That ****** me in.
You attracted me and then I knew there was no getting out.
There is no escaping the black hole, that is you, my dear.
The beauty that surrounds you masks the real danger that you are.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
miles into the sky, white and bright
appearing yellow, ginormous and hard to sight
amazing star, a king in my eyes
night, it sets, the morning, arise
elements it consists from the periodic table
makes me wonder how it is this able,
to help the green and **** sapiens stay awake
all the energy from it's power, we intake
this G2V star is too great,
the SunGod i call it, it is my fate
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 4:57 AM UTC
She hung by a thread to her sanity
Constantly staring in the mirror she realized her vanity
But if what they call her is "vain"
Then there must be more than one definition to that name
Because her sense of self is "skewed" and "inaccurate"
But to her it's all she knows and she's quite aspirant
Ready for change and to be a new version of herself
Hardly caring about her deteriorating health
Walking into the health club already exhausted
Not understanding how much it has costed
Not with money or credit but with physical wellbeing
Not heeding her body's warnings or in the mirror seeing
Her hair is thin and no longer growing in places
She compares her pale skin to the other people's faces
She puts two fingers down her throat in the hope to purge up a candy bar
Convinced her calorie count was taken too far
Her nails chip far too easy
And the thought of eating makes her queezy
Yet the stress encompassing her life pushes her to binge
Hundreds into thousands the floodgates unhinge
Never for sustenance, always for taste
Each and every calorie is a ginormous waste
She collapsed on the Stairmill and in embarrassment and rage
Exited the gym floor as though it were left-center stage
With poise and a smile she laughed as they stared
She grabbed all her gear and left as they glared
When she got to the car she was nothing but angry
Pushing too hard her body sat blankly
Breathing was difficult and by speaking she was pained
Every ounce of her life force felt utterly drained
Her skin can no longer take the lack of nutrition
And her eyes are wavering as she tries to focus her vision
She used to be a student with straight A intent
But all she can think about is the next meal and its scent
Forgetting the most basic things about her day
She forgets how to write and takes a derivative the wrong way
People look puzzled as she waves off their concerns
While in her stomach and throat a deep hunger burns
She stares once again at her monstrous reflection
Grabbing and poking at her bulging midsection
Now huddled on the ground she stares at the ceiling
Entering a loose dreamy feeling
On the brink of unconsciousness she extends her hand skyward
Only then realizing that down to her soul she is tired
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Sitting upon a hill
underneath a ginormous oak tree
shedding it's color changing leaves
as they fall around the couple
the girl laughs
the sweet melodic sound
that hypnotizes the boy's very being
he would do anything
to hear her laugh
or even to see her smile
that vibrant smile
that seemed to make her glow
just a little bit more then usual
turning to her
he gently and ever so softly
whispers he loves her
she stops laughing
and turns to face the boy
the sober
yet curious look in her eye
she gets when
she debates doing something or not
slowly
she looks at the boy's eyes
the deep brown if his staring back at her
her's cautiously searching his face
for any false tales
finding none she reaches out with
her slender hands
Oh
the boy thought
how dainty and small her wrists be!
her hands so fragile
used only in the most loving
of affairs
as the girl grabs both sides of the boys face
she then leans forward
her stomach racing
for she has loved him for so long
yet only now
she have the courage to kiss him
as the two's lips met
sparks flew
their world's united
silver chain linked them both
their lives were now intertwined
with the others
without missing a beat
instinctively the boy's hands
found her small waist
FIRE.
the girl's hands went around his neck
FIRE.
every move they made
set off another match
the girl
having started this
gently pushed the boy onto his back
after a few moments
she lift her face form his
her short
dark brown curls so close to jet black
hung around her face
framing the curvature of her high cheekbones
and ****** structure
her hazel almost dark brown eyes
searching his
drinking in his very being
as he her petite frame
everything about him made her very heart swell
never in her life
has she felt this
for anyone
it seemed as if
it could almost be considered
otherworldly
forbidden almost
this passion
this breathtaking admiration they had for each other
then
as quickly as the fire had come
it was gone
yet the burns still remained
you could still feel the heat
radiating off their slim bodies
as they held hands
and left the hill
never to tell of their experience
but to smile and bask at the memory
of which had happened.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
It is a crisp winter evening in Chicago, and children everywhere are finishing up a day filled with hot cocoa, wet mittens, and NO SCHOOL. A particular family enjoys the evening frolicking in the snow mounds in their front yard. Snow falls softly as a young girl sits on one of the mounds and watches the scene unfold; her family enjoying nature’s wonders. The trees in the yard become delicate, sparkling saplings as the snow falls lightly onto their branches. With yesterday’s snowmen in the yard and garland and twinkling lights strung from the porch railings, the house looks anticipant of Christmas morning. The eldest boy, clad in navy jacket and green pants, works on the finishing touches of his precious snow fort. His younger brother builds an equally satisfying fortress opposite him. Flakes are beginning to fall faster as the father of the family continues on with tedious task of shoveling the never-ending driveway. The snow continues to fall as the youngest daughter lies in the snow flapping her arms like a bird as she makes angels in the snow. As the brothers begin a rigorous snow battle, the youngest child waddles out of the house in a puffy coat, ginormous mittens, and way-too-big boots. He plops down onto the ground next to his sister, and tries imitating her flapping. Every now and then, a car will come by, and the young children pelt it with snowballs, and the driver, very annoyed, honks his horn profusely at them. As the girl watches her family take pleasure in the night, smelling lingering car exhaust and dinner, feeling flakes dust her face, she can’t help but wonder if this will be the one thing she remembers best about her childhood.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 7:49 PM UTC
Induced fixation has engulfed us
Fixation of indoctrinated normality,
and the pursuit of said specification.
Who's, characteristics are repugnant to individuality.
We all believe we are different, but we fallow the same shepherd who has snowed us with such lies.
The hypocrisy of, "average is unique", has been whittled into our minds. We bear this scar for the rest of our lives.
To reject the ideology would be to condemn yourself to purgatory. All previous beliefs and known fact would vanish, you would be alone, adrift in nothingness and ultimate confusion.
However, our distraction caused by our fixation on subjective "normality" has blinded us. We find that we are in a crowd, and are unable to see above the billions of heads.
One thing we can see, is a ginormous stage. From which our indoctrination calls its origin.
The microphone upon the origin blocks self reflection and critical thinking through pushing us toward endless lust for their normality.
A normality of political agenda, social agenda, and cultural agenda all forced upon us through "authority".
Evil is one who questions any teachings that originate from the stage. Suppressed is their voice.
Discourse is hate speech.
But we are unique. But we are also normal because we are unique.
Wait
What a paradox
That's just what we are taught
Now that We've questioned our restraints of self exploration and personal growth. We can begin the beginning.
Free of our chains. What is our purpose now?
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
it seemed like the other day
I snuck into my parents' room
grabbing whatever I could reach.
placing my feet in daddy's ginormous shoes
suit jacket drowning my little frame
but I looked just like him.
longing for the time to arrive
where I would pick up the suitcase
and get behind the wheel.
thirteen years have passed
and I'm still that little girl
playing dress up in her parents' closet.
trying desperately to fit into the adult world
setting down the Barbies
and picking up the suitcase.
Only this time it's not willingly.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
As I plod along at a placid place
I ask myself most often if
My mind will ever approach that place?
If I’ll I ever be able to move along
Down that path
Be it into the summer or out of May?
“Your brightest days are yet to pass!”
Or so they say, with each differing dawn
And yet I am still unsure of such path, nowadays
Be it winding or not
How they stretch out before me, and bend at a distance
Turning just around the cornery edge
To entice my mind to stray away
How I’d often jump from rock to rock
Devoid of fear, in my younger days
How I'd fly through the air without forethought
That is until I became aware of this present day
Though still I must, and will I trust in my ginormous feet
For it is time I value, and the steadiness which is found outside
That is, I'm seemingly less capable of turning off my mind
For I am afraid of not being able to see
And witness all the beauty which is stored away
Within such paths
For its there and within that which I expect to find
This path of mine
As a memory to create down each pasture lane
Must be simply folly and waste
To ponder such things with every day
This is what I see
When the decision stretches out before me
Not far away
Like a field of green
Whereas so many others are thus condemned to a barren wasteland
Simply put
Her lushness is just one of the things
That will make me stay
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 11:01 AM UTC
laying on our backs
hearts relaxed
in the distance but never too close
only stories and warnings from the wobbly elder folk
we can only look
but see one day
we might have disobeyed
and left to see for ourselves
that these ginormous figures
are but gentle themselves
work and well the earth
is but the most they do
we climb them so high
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC