"goofiness" poems
sitting across from you in this quiet library
while we do homework,
i look at you and wonder-
how did i get so lucky to be loved by you?
6 months ago you asked me out.
6 months of pure happiness and love,
6 months of never once questioning if you do love me,
only knowing that you do.
and now, we look forward to the rest of our lives,
together.
loving someone has never been easier,
it's like second nature,
as simple and innate as breathing.
your fluffy brown curls,
stunning hazel eyes,
and adorable silver and navy glasses;
unparalleled intelligence,
kindness, goofiness, dorkiness,
lovability- my golden retriever boy.
you always take care of me,
especially when my adhd and anxiety get bad,
and i always take care of you,
especially when you're tired and dehydrated.
i love you
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 11:08 PM UTC
I feel lonely
when you sleep.
I find myself walking
and pacing,
plagued by thoughts
and worries and
feelings of doom.
Wired yet empty,
as if some part of me
is missing or
ripped away.
Where did it go?
When will it be back?
Displaced, I am
obliged to search within
the trunk of memories
in my mind
and pick out a few
memories of you,
of us,
dust them off
and play them like
snippets of favorite
movies
and for a little while
I can ignore the flood
of tearful melancholia
that creeps and stalks,
just waiting to drown me.
For a little while
I can think of you,
our silly laughs and giggles
and mutual goofiness…
and for that little while
I can smile.
(Ode to my beautiful sons)
-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 23 Nov 15
Monday
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
her words snap me back to reality,
away from supposition and hypotheticals,
into her arms where I feel safe.
blue eyes that pierce whatever darkness
i thought i had and lied to myself about,
eyes that see me for a who I am and who I want to be.
imagine walking down a darkened path,
content in the streetlights that guided
you home, and spotting something small
and kind. whatever it is you imagine,
it beckons you to hold it and when you do,
you smile, truly and impulsively.
that essence is a woman, and one i admire.
someone beatiful, kind, and funny,
including her incessant snoring on
already sleepless nights because a cat is begging for food but you feeling comfort
in their REM cycle. too little space
to be your own, but enough heart to bridge the gap.
imagine, then, that someone places
your hand on their lap when you drive,
but are equally willing to do the same,
in what feels like an equivalent exchange
of heart and sheer goofiness.
and tell yourself it doesn't feel right
that you were able to find home in them,
effortlessly and happily. you won't
and can't, and neither can i.
words can't express that she has been
friend, confidant, and a visual marvel,
and someone i envision as a pillar
of my bright existence.
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 9:25 PM UTC
You’re right,
All of this is illogical.
I don’t see how any of the came about either,
No one would have expected this.
I met you at the beginning of this year,
We were at rehearsal,
Something about you drew me forth,
By the end of the night we were friends
I got your number and we began texting,
You constantly caused a smile on my face
By the end of this month I knew something was there
But I ignored those feelings
After the play was over…
We talked less
I decided I would take a breath
And try to sort my feelings out
As the end of the school year crept upon on us
I began to see you more
We began talking again
And there came the feelings again
I finally decided that I was smitten
And just accepted that I wanted to be with you
But I told myself not to try for it
That it could ruin the friendship we have
We texted through the summer
I began to hint that I liked you
In an indirect way
I never noticed you had caught on
Finally you got me to reveal my feelings
And everything was great
Soon after we began having late night talks
They ended once the school year came
After you and him had broken up
I knew I had a chance
I had a civil war whether or not to take it
But I knew you didn’t want a relationship
As school began I was dragging
Until I noticed I had lunch with you
And even a class
Your presence overwhelmed me
I still have feelings for you
I hide them everyday
The pauses and neverminds
Those are my hesitations of my feelings
The genuine smiles
The goofiness
The rare giggle
That is a side you bring out
The what ifs
The hows
That is what fills my brain
Waiting for your reply to this
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
I will never touch your magnificent skin
And I will never adore the scars
The scars adorning your forehead
The wounds from your childhood
I will never laugh at your goofiness
The way you fell and bruise your skin
And I will never kiss the pain away
And I will forever miss the scent
The scent of your skin after shower
Being envy of the droplets
Making their way across your collarbone
I miss the freckles
shining through the pale skin
I miss the palm lines
I used to read stories from
And there is not a day
when I don't miss every part of you.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
I have never spoken to you
I don’t know your dreams
I don’t know your family
I don’t even know your name
But I can tell by just looking at you
That you are meant for me
It’s the way you move
And the way you smile
And how the bell on your bike
Illustrates your goofiness
And uniqueness
And I know this is silly and shallow
But I have fallen for the way you shine
And as I watch you I can’t help
But see our whole love story
Unfold
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Lie number one
She saw you first
I saw you first
I admired all your brilliance first
Buried the sentiment deep within
Along with any sympathy towards you
In order to devour the whole of your company
Without any regret, holding back my breath
Lie number two
I hate your goofiness
There's nothing that takes me faster to the moon
That your innocence and your pathetically bad jokes
Your smile is the contradiction of nonsenses
and fierce ideologies that find home at the back of my mind
Lie number three
You are an idiot
Maths and arguments are your playground
In the swings we go back and forth
Even when I tell you are wrong
You will always be Sir right
Rolling down the road we go
Difference being the ways we take
You roll with her
And I feel nothing but abandoned
Lie number four
I love to intimidate you
Call it cliche but in mocking you
I find the comfort of living within you
You'll never forget the bully that I am to you
When you were to reach your golden era
You'll go back to these years
And perhaps you'll see the irony in all of my doings
Lie number five
You are a blissful couple
The heavens know how much I've degenerate
All the events of your relationship
The way she handles you
Is a mockery to my face
You don't deserve it but you own it
As if everything that she gives to you
Were nothing less than treasures and gold
Her hostility is anonymous to my wishes
A few nights I've imagined filling her place
I've imagined your attentive gaze making love to my features
I've imagined your hands caressing timidly my own
I've imagined me being your number one fan
But the only place in the stadium of your heart
is already fill by her profane soul
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
I've actually never been able to give a reason for my favorite color.
I used to claim it was red,
and indeed red is such a wonderful color.
I find it amazing how many emotions that one hue can show.
Love, Jealously, Aggression, Envy, Hate, Passion, Lust.
The color is red is lovely...
but lately I have found a color that is lovelier, and wins by far
and honestly I can give a reason now as to why this color captivates me.
Blue..
Blue is the color of the skype app, it surrounds the video frame as we Skype, sitting up late on weekends, watching netflix together, joking, laughing.
Blue is also the color of another stupid social media app I made for her, Twitter (This is a big deal if you know me, I hate twitter. I use to think it was so absurd.) Knowing some of those silly subtweets are about me as I scroll through, the excitement, the goofiness, knowing she is smiling, lord knows how many times I open that little blue app to check in on her.
and last, but by far the least.
Blue is the shade her Hazel eyes took when I met her that Saturday morning. I saw her and immediately noticed blue eyes that were as captivating as powerful waves of an ocean.
Those eyes, have began to siege my heart and may happen to end up dragging me out to sea.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
i don't completely understand alcohol
why it brings out this goofiness
and this emotion from me
why do i pour everything out
and feel comfortable with complete strangers
why can't i be like this sober
why do i feel i am judged by everyone i meet
and encounter
there are so many beautiful people
with so many beautiful pasts
yet i am so afraid to show them mine
because there are dark secrets
that even i keep from my lover
for i do not want someone to judge me
for my "sins" i have committed
i am trying so hard to be good again
that i let my young past poison everything
i am afraid of wrong-doers
and imperfect people
because i know that i **** up too
and i'm too afraid of someone hitting me again
i will not let 1 fist touch my porcelain skin
for it is both pale and fragile
the visible veins not only carry the life within me
but carry secrets that i have told no one
and i'm sorry
but i have no time to deal with people like me
because no one should deal with people like me
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
If I was there,
I'd whisper to your ear how much you mean to me
If I was there,
I'd take you on dates so you'd be reminded of how true the first verse was
If I was there,
I'd hold you close and never let you go
If I was there,
I'd laugh with you at our silly jokes and goofiness
If I was there,
I'd show you how proud of and happy I am for you whenever you achieve
If I was there,
I'd hug you whenever you feel depressed
If I was there,
I'd wipe your tears, and comfort you whenever you cry
If I was there,
I'd be able to tell you how sorry and hurt I am for hurting you
Oh if I was there,
You'd realize I'd fall apart without you
Oh if I was there,
You'd know that you're the best **** thing that's ever happened to me
I know, its hard to believe
But one day,
I'll finally see you and be able to hug you tight, bearing the weight of those days just missing you
And I wouldn't have to say
If I was there
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
I write poetry
Cause I've never been
Good at photography
And I want to create
The same vivid imagery
In your mind
With the words I write.
Though written for all to see,
I write deliberately with
Secret words the meanings
of which I hide just for you and I
To warm your heart,
Rekindle and stoke the fire
Because when I'm away
And my lips and fingertips,
Words, and goofiness,
Can't keep you warm,
I feel a great and growing
Longing for your presence.
That's why even now
I write this love poem.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 4:28 PM UTC
Torn between lust, old love, and new beginnings.
A fear of messing up.
A weight of guilt still lingers.
Will I ever be better?
Will I find myself wanting more?
The struggle is so terrifying not to **** up again, I cant get close.
Alone is where ill make a mistakes.
With her its bliss.
Fun times
Goofiness
Honestly
Happiness
Trust
Courage
Beauty
She will be my rock... Like one other...
My old flame.
Oh how she still burns bright
I think of her ever day,
Oh will the pain just go AWAY
Like shadows, lust forever fallows me.
Pain from all the memories.
I want to grow up.
I NEED to grow up.
Be a one woman man, loving another with all I have, time and effortlessly putting in more.
I wish I wasn't so torn.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
Your presences
Your smile
Your laughter
Your goofiness
Your eyes
The fact that you can just go with the flow and listen.
The fact that you just came out of know where and showed that you care.
We are both broken, torn apart, walls built up and only a certain people can get in.
How did you do it?
How did you just walk through the walls I have up?
It like you had a key to the doors. Not one but all of them.
I wonder if you know it, even if you see it.
But the one thing I can count on is you being you.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
you wont be there to save me
you wont be there for me
you wont be there anymore
for you have found someone new
she understands you
like i did
bit by bit
you look into her eyes
and know what she wants
like once u saw in mine
you laugh at her goofiness
you smile at her antics
you company her in escapades
you wipe her tears off
you make her giggle when she does not want to
while sweetheart i accept that now you wont be there to save me
you wont be there for me
you wont be there anymore......
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
Goodbye, Ryanson.
You will be so missed.
Your kindness, goofiness, and welcoming nature were
Rare.
And so welcome in day-to-day life.
I remember
You were walking through school with a plate of cookies, and
I
Asked if I could have
One.
You gave me the whole plate.
If that doesn't tell people what kind of person you are,
Were,
...Then I don't know what to say.
Goodbye, Ryanson.
Rest in peace.
You will be so missed.
me.gs
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
He tells me he's moved on, that she's in the past,
But still flinches when a gentle hand moves too fast.
Seeing the anxiety create tidal waves in his ocean eyes,
Causes a seething anger so deep that I can't even describe.
"1001 Ways I'd **** That ***** becomes our bedtime story,
and "Baby we can't be together if you're in jail" the sequel.
((That's what they have conjugal visits for, right?))
I can see he's used to having crazy in his life, just not this kind.
I see him, and I envision the things I never could before;
I see that white picket fence within reach for the first time.
I see kids, a combination of his goofiness and my stubbornness.
I see happiness, and for the first time the future doesn't terrify me.
I used to tell him I was afraid to go to sleep,
In fear that he'd be gone when I wake.
And each night I'd tell him of my deepest scars,
As a way to make the hurt come sooner rather than later
When he did eventually leave.
But he never did.
He continued to wake me up with that groggy smile of his,
Each and every morning.
He made me see the value in the warmth of the sun;
The importance of staying alive.
He put value in me, without even knowing he did it.
He gave me a reason to smile everyday,
And frankly, he's the reason I still breathe.
((No pressure, love.))
He could tell I was used to crazy, just not this kind.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
From the first time we met, I knew,
My heart finds peace when it’s with you.
Every time we are together I know it’s right,
Because you turn everything from dark to bright.
Your kindness, goofiness, and affection,
These are examples of your pure perfection.
I don’t want or need anything more,
I love you so much for the way you are.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC