"heere" poems
Thinking about the meaning behind things and how people hear them differently, like how ppl hear them differently, like how people heere them differently, like how people hear dem differently, like how people hear them diffrinly.
and see them a little more unclearly, like yesterdays crystal-future-seeing-glass orbs
and thinking about teammates and how they work together, but think alone, and there's nothing there in the air or to wear and tear at together anyway
and thinking about teammates and their roles and their lines and their act and their heights and how all of these futures are lonely
thinking about strengths all tacked up on a bulletin board of connect-the-dots exercises
thinking about connect-the-dots stories and who is listening
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
She walks on egg shells
there is no second chance
she wears a dress of broken glass
the consequences will be dire
She's heard it all her life
this isn't baseball- there's only one strike
Even in drama games
one small ***** up
one unintentional mistake
the crowd goes wild
SHEEEEEEEE'SSSSSS OUT OF HERE!
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Always the loser, never the star.
Always bullied, always ignored.
One day, he finds a SQUIP.
Says it'll help him be more chill.
Sound familiar? Here's the trick:
SQUIP is Keanu?
Well, who cares?
It will help,
Heere the Loser
Be more chill.
"That's... a girl's shirt."
Here, just follow my lead!
"So, come here often?"
"N-yes!"
Mr. Jeremy, just, say what I do!
"So, who is this chick?"
"Madeline Miller. She's... French."
"No she isn't, she just fakes it!"
Nice going Hamlet. Be more chill.
It's suddenly Halloween.
How'd it go by so quick?
Seems like just yesterday,
He'd been ignored.
Suddenly, he wasn't so forgotten.
He has a girlfriend,
Who loves him for him.
Her best friend though-
Is on a mission.
What happened at the party?
Some may ask.
It's complicated, though,
I'll tell you a flash.
Chloe kissed Jeremy.
Then did Jake,
Christine lost Jake.
And...
"Rich set a fire!"
"He knew he was gay!"
"He fled to Bombay!"
Stop the rumors! Stop the taunts! Stop it! Stop it!
What the hell?
Is it seriously the play?
Seems like just yesterday,
"Rich melted his head!"
"This is too good for a **** school play!"
"They've all been SQUIP'd..."
"Am I bi...?"
"How bad are the rumors?"
"Michael, here to save the day!"
Find the Red.
Luckily he's so old school
Drinks discontinued drinks...!
"Michael!"
Voices are gone...?
How could that be?
"Hey Christine?"
"Lunch, just you and me?"
That is the end,
Of this happy tale.
Now finally,
They're all living free.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
I fantasyse a fodder/
who myght feeed mye goost/
amende it atnyght/
when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/
nd drowne my hart in sorowe/
I am lost/
softlye now tale me/
all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/
tale me/
you love me/
that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/
that mye prestencts dose not
alarm you/
that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/
fool of energee nd lyfe/
that you are proud/
of me/ not ashamed/
of my bryght colers/
tell me you love me
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC