"hopsital" poems
I have a poem written in my notebook,
but I think it can wait.
Because, at this moment,
I have something else to say.
****** Sick because of the Randy Mumble
Take me to the hopsital, unbury me from the Rubble.
I think this is sounding lame,
but I'm a cliché; it's my claim to fame.
Not fame, per sé, I don't like the lime light.
But behind the scenes, and of course the clubs at night.
This poem isn't very good.
It's more like a diary entry,
than a piece of poetry.
I think the one in my notebook is better.
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
kissing you tastes like hospital food
so good in the moment,
i was famished.
i needed you to fill me up
make me happy and whole
I could see everything as it should.
I remind myself that I'm eating hospital food.
cold and packaged for days, reheated by numerous microwaves
and infected with heartbreak bacterium
and the notion that when you touch my lips,
someone I love, is dying.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
A year ago today
I considered all too much
pushing down the steady acceleration
of my sixteenth birthday present
I don't remember much.
The song "Breathe me" by Sia was playing
national anthem of bullied hearts
white noise for steel crushing
breathless air
10 minutes away from my house is the hospital
I have timed it.
6 minutes,
no red lights,
or unexpected traffic
On April 5th 2011
I prayed for unexpected traffic
broken red lights
moments of prolonged pain.
I wanted wounds for a reason
inflicted by something besides myself
because of someone else
Instead, my sixteenth birthday present
drove me to therapy
45 minutes away from my house
35 minutes away from the hopsital
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
A man asked me why I was more afraid of people than I was a hopsital.
With a heavy, yet numb heart, I replied:
"I have had more IVs than I ever had hugs."
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
Wipe those tears away
and fix your face
Clean the blood
thats dripping down
your arms
You're going to be wearing long sleeves for a while.
God forbid these scars are seen
or right back to the mental hopsital
you go
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
Who would be the one to tell my boyfriend,
That I was dead?
Would he visit me in the hopsital beforehand?
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC