"goonies" poems
I see Sloth from “The Goonies”
whenever I see you.
You softly ask me to make love
but I hear “Baaaby Ruuuuth?”
Maybe it's your crooked teeth
or your rancid funk.
When you say you love me so
it comes out “Sloth love Chunk!”
I see Sloth from “The Goonies”
when we go socialize.
And when you greet our many friends,
you're saying “HEY YOU GUUUYS!”
Maybe it's the way you grunt
or just your lazy eye.
But when I'm having *** with Sloth
it makes me want to die.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
The Goonies
is an underrated movie.
Sloth
is pretty groovy.
Ryan Chisholm
***** ****
The Goonies
does not.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
girls in purple dresses,
swimming in the pond,
sure would be good,
if they didnt have anything on,
but thats the thing with lust,
in god we trust,
get the scars off your back,
telling him to save us,
i know the cause,
of destruction and the devastation,
i loved her impatiently,
so that caused her to break in pieces like animation,
my life is a spin cycle,
filled with suicidal teens,
waiting for their moment to shine,
recklessness by all means,
we rise the goonies,
you fall like who were they,
Leaf tops of the nearest trees,
dont let your doubts ricochet,
i think maybe you should check yourself,
before any doubt could be reached,
and for that you need extra help,
for the hell water you drink,
too many conflicts have happened,
making you sane,
imagining you still sang,
purple rain,
i say,
too many conflicts have happened,
making you sane,
imaging you still sang,
purple rain.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Golden cheesy pasta,
And golden shining hair.
Comfy clothes and cuddling.
Look at us,
Our family's sinners
Rotten to our cores.
We've got painted toe nails,
And colorful vocabularies.
I got the first tattoo in our
Conservative family,
And you're our first
Real
Live
Gay.
I sit in the sanctuary
Of my religion,
And lay in my bed of sin.
You live in a back country town,
Where all the boys want to
"Turn you straight."
We're a couple of museum
Rejects,
Kicked out of the family
Hall of fame.
But it's okay,
It's okay,
Because Goonies
Never say die.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC
love is carrot launching off the third floor balcony
replacing underwear with oranges
sitting in a circle ten wide playing Mafia
dancing to Steely Dan in the kitchen
pool rafts and cousins and DCOMs
father’s day watching golf on TV with oldies music dance parties
everything but the kitchen sink trail mixes
popsicle parties and two different colors of eye shadow
photoshoots with best friends and “Elephant” on vinyl
secret sharing with sisters on bunk beds
your best friend writing you a poem called “Sail On Silver Girl”
dancing to “Round Here” in the living room when dad came home
matching t shirts and coming home
barefoot drinking black coffee with the windows open
October air and the smell of apples with a hint of cinnamon
singing “rivers and roads” by the fire on the beach with the fireworks
your dad’s friends handing you beers because their own daughters wont drink them
holding hands with somebody you’ve never met before at church
tri-state Netflix movie nights
your grandpa noticing that your eye makeup is different
hearing “poor man’s son” live and acapella
the movie Fired Up and how it never gets old
love is the sound of laughter and never saying uncle .
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Lived my whole life
near water or mountains
and lemme tell ya,
there's nothin like wakin up
next to something beautiful.
I spent all of this weekend drinkin,
partyin and just havin an all around
great time with people I love.
This past month, man oh man,
did I seriously have to revisit
some things that I thought I needed
to stay the hell away from, but
whoh how wrong I was.
Jimmy Buffett songs and
Brand New shows,
takin life as it comes
and givin up everything
for a chance at love.
I can write about God
and morality and whatnot
but if I really dig deep down,
what really matters to me
are the quiet moments.
Those seemingly insignificant
memories, such as teaching
my very young cousin #3 how
to fold toilet paper, so that
his *** didn't itch, evidently
his dad couldn't teach him that.
Am I still a boy?
Hell yes I am, and hopefully
always will be, never giving up
that magic, that wondrous sense
of possibility.
Is it a bad thing, that in moments
of forgetfulness I greet my grandmother
as Wendy Lady and she replies, "Hello Boy."?
Do I still watch the Goonies with rapture
and bliss and yell "Hey you guys!!!"
And yet I have walked through fire and death,
seen darkness in all his guises,
lived and ate and breathed horror
as only Conrad can recount.
I can cook, and clean, and provide for myself;
having lived off and on alone for years
so dare you not think me a child,
but my god I'll never give up that
sense of life, that belief and hope
that any and every day may yet be
and adventure worth the telling.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Heres to the dreamers,the ones always creating magic out of teardrops.
Here's to the goonies; the misfits,treasure hunters for souls
Here's to the crazies, going through manic phases
Here's to the one's who sleep on the center of the bed, afraid to lie too close to the edge
Here's to friends you meet that shake the madness out of your core
Here's to being a conundrum, an unapologetic contradiction
Here's to the lover who stayed through it all
Here's to the dreamers;the question marks of society.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC