"gitty" poems
Please me____
(In) the- in -crowd
You lose me
(Out) the- out
Fury
never
works
out with
Gary_____
Don't ugly
goose me
No pretty, please
me so deceiving
Whole entire
City is leaving
Hot fun summer in the city
A curse like a bad omen such a pity___
Face me
Camelian
Stan the evil
man
To the ugliest
Fight at the
Grecian slam
Huncheback of
Notre Dame
The Pompeii fire
flame
Ugly ducking tamed
Modern
Video-game
Chavez
Fizz Roz
Heading towards
The Planetarium
Pretty tragic
Ending up in a
sanitarium
((Magic))**
Strikingly
matched
Twin of topaz
The Solarium Jazz
Going to Saratoga
Song Sara Smiles
But travels all the way
To Minnesota
So drained Rotto
Rooter
At the Polaris Mall
Christopher Columbus
Clockwork on a bus
Oh! Ohio red roaster
Never pretty at the
Bull's eye Rodeo
Rodeo drive*
Devil and Domino
Virgo meeting Hugo
Taurus
The Pluto Bull
of lotto
Gina eating
Italian Alfredo
Mudpack stinks
Frank and Dino
Sammy the
Rat pack
Moms
Baking soda
Dominque
Mystique
Trapeze
Doing Yoga
Please without
the pretty
Bo ditty
Feeling gitty
Not to be flattered
So bloated
fatter
Role Gotta give
Beauty beast wider
On Fox Five
Harley Quinn rider
Arizona
Eating
Tapioca
Life is a ***** not
a beach diet
Never do we pray
Pretty please to preach
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
Delighted and gleeful
Anxious and exhilarated
Gitty and Filled with joy
Seeing new angles
Switching the plot
Making everyone around you see in a new light
Filled with hope
Filled with excitment
Each and everyone saying theyre gonna change the world
But who has proven themselves?
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
what has been done
cannot be undone but
I can see myself slowly
becoming that way anyway
unraveling like an old sweater with
it's loopholes getting caught on the thickets of the worse and better in the cold weather dead forest pine bramble gamble game, I'm naked and tangled in a spool of yarn like a playful kitty but I've played myself into a knot of the nitty gitty and I'm getting caught like a feather in the crisp breeze of blame and it's a shame that breeze's blowin' around like a thousand pounds of seemingly weightless names and it's a shame we can't be so tame, so lame...
and I surely can't seem to play
when I've laid my sick dog to rest
in a golden trove at the flower grove after I've paid my dues to the devils in my chest and I keep telling myself that it's all for the best, that I can't have nothing but the best, I say
and then I pay, pay, pay
and pray all day for
someday
I'll be able to play like I used to
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
I feel so much it’s just like good movies
hard hurt romance and rescue
rage and ostracization
it's them it is witty they the horn spittled gitty devils!
they've pitted faults in my structure
to feel through
my dermis tup-tapped and stabbed at
quaking ***** little jokes at my impractical existence
i am made spongiform vulnerable pupation
frogspawn
mangy food at mercy ...
...and my pratty employment...
...but it's okay now
enamel
i'm desensitized to it all
distant to the proceedings
the quirky murky readings
then again sudden barks get through
jarring feedings
and i am rushed with expense ...
... for a while
mused chemistry
my worth feels peopled and oxygenated
my work cradles balanced appeal
creation is warm with budgings of whim
simple commerce with the ghosts of physical laws
and a birling alchemy
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
Your name I do not care to say
You riddle me with curiosity
People encounter you every day
You provide no mercy and have no pity
You can show off a horrific display
Or you can be simple and almost pretty
You're a bully who forces all to pay
You are overall rather ******
I know you not personally, and lets keep it that way
Thinking of you keeps me far from gitty
Death.... You're a *****
**** You
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
Don't you want me?
All I'm hearing is the rush of the cars behind me. You're standing in the doorway, and I'm lying down, the covers pulled over me.
Don't you need me?
I'm smiling. You're smiling.
I'm almost laughing. You make me gitty. But all I feel when we're together is something pulling us apart. Am I one of many? If this weren't a test, if I went away for a few days. I mean, really went away-would you miss me?
Another car passes. Then a siren. Have I died here in this darkness? In this loneliness? Where I'm laying on my side? Where you're not touching me. You kissed my cheek. One. Two. Three. Times. I wonder if you could feel me grinning. If your lips could as they touched me ever so briefly understood everything. Something changed today. But yet, everything stayed the same. It's starting to feel like I can predict every moment with you. And still, each kiss feels new. There's something about us. It feels like a fresh wound. I'm fascinated by the way it oozes. I keep staring at it. I want to lick the blood, taste metal, like it's the first time. I was pressed up against a wall, and I looked over. I was walking, we sat down on a bench. It was almost summer. I looked over. Everything was so uncertain then. So unobtainable. You were standing there & I wanted to kiss you. But now that I can. And when I do. You feel so far away. Reach out to me as I did to you. Touch me. Tell me. I tell you all the time. I know I shouldn't wear my heart on my sleeve, but it's too late. You've got your hand wrapped around my bicep, and your pulling me closer and closer to something that keeps moving away. Eventually. Will we get there? Please say something! Anything! I assume. I know that makes an *** out of me. I don't know anything. But something in the way you look at me tells me this isn't forever. That it's only temporary. How long can temporary be? My arm is tingling. You're asleep next to me. I don't think I'll let you read this. I don't think I'll let anyone see this deep into me. Last night I was crying when I called you. You said you looked at the phone. I'm not sure what would have happened if you had answered. What would happen now? If I stopped writing, and started sobbing? Would you hold me?
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
You said don't leave me tonight
And I did.
Not because it was late and your liver was filled with lust with a gitty mind.
It was because you broke the last string.
The last string that held this harp together so that we can get through these rough times in harmony.
You broke it.
And you broke all the other strings with the countless mistakes you made trying and trying to make me love you the way you love me.
I don't.
Love you that is.
I did in the beginning- it was new.
Like the smell of a new car,
or the feeling of the new jacket you just bought at American Eagle.
But soon the smell and the feeling fades.
It was like stepping into new territory with welcoming arms and walking down that path to a crowd of endless smiles.
But then the storms settled in.
The clouds wiping out the life in our eyes.
The rain poured down on our hearts, melting away all the beautiful memories.
The lightening bruising my tethering muscles.
The thunder rumbled our solid ground and cracks started forming around our feet.
Separating us into different worlds.
To different storms.
To different life.
But you didn't want that.
You fought against fate without a care.
For what the world wanted or worse.
For what I wanted.
You kept leaping over these intended cracks, finding the wrong way back to me.
You let the storm rage on not understanding why it keeps raining.
But you didn't realize that the control was in your hands.
I was the figure in the night that guided you, but only for a little while.
I wasn't meant to stay.
I didn't want to stay.
So you let the control run to your finger tips, letting the lightening be your strike to get me back.
You let the rain settle over me like an endless water fall, drowning me to no end.
You let the clouds linger around me, my greens eyes running paler by the day.
And you asked me
"Why are you so miserable?"
I said I don't know.*
But the truth is my dear, it was you and your endless need to control my movements and be the tar within my lungs drowning me in the storm.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
love is fast cars
and girls with the pretty hair
love is fast cars
taking you anywhere
gitty up lets go
drive me fast
dont drive me slow
thats what
love is
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
How to stay anything a world gone mad
sickening consumption
so egos may last
bellies teetering
gitty with greed
and yet we all wonder
why there is so much bad
it's all spinning backwards
everything is concaving
why are we so comfortable
being so blind?
despise the overgrowth,
yet they present life
killing mammals for sport
yet not to eat what they killed
why so tethered to that of our
computer screens
doesn't it bother anybody
there is a world to see
why, I must ask, why
the people are growing tired of ****
the government can be of so much more
yet the white men reek in their thrones
not knowing anything
calling a nation their own
when really it's the money
which keeps their ego afloat
history repeats itself
doesn't anybody know
the protests and death
alluding to a brink of war
and who would tell
those mad fools
who would cure
the ambiguity in
their holes
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Flaming red hair
Short, cropped blonde
Startling pair of blues
And a chopped brunette
And a wonderful hint ahead
Feet trail one after another
As the sun sinks far below the horizon
Chuckles of laughter bellowing thereafter
No ceiling to contain the gitty flare
No roof to block the chilly breeze
The crunch of brown grass
A gathering of strangers
Headlights pierce through the night
Beckoning shadows bounce into flight
The stars shine and glisten
Nothing to bother but other hearts
Willing to listen
And like a trail of headlights
In the dead of the night
We help lead the way
Without quite knowing
Which way
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC