"hulu" poems
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23.02.16
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
I can no longer eat them
A bag of cookies
We ate them
The day of my first kiss
We were at school
Of all places for this story to start
In the college office
Whenever we were in there
Clara put on headphones to block us out
I now know that she did it
Because she couldn’t stand to watch
This, all of this, happen to me
But I digress
We sat in the college office
You, me, and Karol
You said you had to go
To clean your room
But we could come with
So we followed you home
I hadn’t been up there before
But it’s all burned in my brain
The door opened
Clothes thrown across the floor
Two beds, one for you the other for your brother
A shelf packed with stuff
A TV sitting on a stand
The dresser in the closet and another under a window
Karol and I sat on your bed as you cleaned the room
You brought up the cookies and apples
Set them on the dresser
You handed me two rings
Just too small for my fingers
I still have them, somewhere
They sit in a box alone
I wish I could put these memories with them
When the room was clean
Karol left to go sleep in the van
Leaving us alone
We moved the furniture
The beds rotated to a new wall
The dresser sat between them
The TV and shelf sat in an alcove
They fit so perfect you would think it was made for them
Then we laid on your bed
We put on American Dad on Hulu
The one where Stan had to put his kid’s best friend in the witness protection program
And we laid there for hours
Eating this bag of animal crackers that you brought up for us all to eat
You held me as my back fit in against your chest
I felt your cheek against mine
I turned to look at you
And we kissed like nothing else mattered
Then we sat there like nothing happened
But of course it had
I remember your tongue
Wrestling it’s way into my mouth
Our glasses clanking together as lip met lip
We shed them and we laid there together
eating the cookies
But now you’re gone
And I can’t eat them without thinking of you
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
How I could have know if I reached out now. right, now im hulu watching bleach right now. Lites Cig while I write this down, for the ink. I see things from your perspective. The water, showing our reflection. Ironically? It falls behind me. Word to the six, whats that Toronto weather like? Im a slide you my text now number, so you can advice. Love your smile, that's a wow. Lets add in the pow. Its Mr. 550 you I gee ma. The only woman that bring the desert to the sea ma. uh, idk you birthday from now you libra. So rachet that's a aquarius . If life fair is, well see. Im tryin to see paris, you.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
I've spent too many hours trying tower my accomplishments
I stole this art, replaced my heart with everything that's opposite
reverse the hearse, this inner peace is quite a compliant
my yin and yang are but centerpieces upon a ledge
if they fall off, these elements will simply crush a head
solar optimist, a bi-polar writer with floppy-disk
decoded so you can't comprehend
no counter weight for this heavyweight of a mentalist
as I pick up the pen you can see that a flame was lit
since this is my movie, let's keep it groovy and toss the script
I can't wait to show the world what the **** monumental is!
this flow is brilliant to extravagant
I guess what I'm feeling is happiness?
no resilience happening?
Still, don't know who my pappy is
happy pieces of laughy taffy
enough motion from the potion
will have a girl callin me pappy quick
I stay railing like locomotives
the motive is, I'm to motived and focus with all this poetry
unleash my inner locust, then leap on to new pageantry
I'm well adapted like strangers blending into scenes
I gave her the wood in return we nurtured a tree
its double sided girl this **** isn't ever free
If you don't like the price
there's the door you can leave
but look
I know I don't have a car
but soon I will buy a Toyota
pick you up so you can sleepover
I have a super cobra that shots like a super soaker
whenever you're doing yoga
Hulu view for the two,
Youtube view interlude
Netflix an Chill for the mood
Tv on dimmest setting
an inner room lit like the moon
smoking **** watching views
give me snack like I'm scooby do
I just want to lay with you
I picked you out of the many few
from the ocean of this social media stew
girl, what would you like me to do?
November 22, 2016 / Tuesday 1:37 PM
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
He was older than he felt
but his accomplishments
made him feel like he
was trailing behind.
Middle school said the
next step mattered.
High school said the
next step mattered.
College said your
degree would matter.
Here I am
making your drink.
Hey—did you hear?
I’m selling salvation
in a pamphlet.
Oh—is it clear?
I’m in cheap slacks
on your cheap
doorstep.
People are dying older.
Politics keep getting bolder.
Can’t afford my prescription refill.
Sign me up for war. Use your
******* blinker. I’m only a season
behind.
He looked younger than
he was, all just because
he didn’t live life hard.
Nothing wrong with that—
some people say it’s lazy,
while eroding their bodies.
I thought that looks
would matter.
I thought wits
would matter.
That a career was just
a ladder
you scaled.
Here I am
managing pennies.
There you are
managing memories.
Hope I can afford a
vacation.
Hey—did you hear?
Your death won’t even be free.
Oh—is it clear?
You’re a tenant in your plot
until the landlord forgets.
People are getting older.
Politics are getting bolder.
Choosing insurance over groceries.
Sign me up for Hulu. Five dollars on
pump five. I’m only a paycheck behind.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Oh the horror, the horror!
My closet is full, yet I have nothing to wear.
I’m slipping into madness with the burden
To decide between medium well and rare.
If there’s another commercial I’ll surely die;
Can you pass me the remote with my fries?
WHAT! They’re not warm and crispy!
I can’t eat this…it’s too risky.
The show is over, now I have nothing to do,
I guess I’ll lament in the game room.
My life is in shambles; it’s falling apart,
I won’t be able to afford all the items in my cart:
Out goes the Apple earbuds, I’d rather have Beats,
Do I really need another pair of Gucci earrings?
Sorry, memory foam mattress, you’ll have to wait,
Soon I have to make the hardest decision ever made:
Hulu, Netflix, or HBO on demand,
One I’ll have to sacrifice.
I wish you would understand
The misfortune that is my life.
You tell me to be grateful with all my bounty,
But clearly you are blind to my abject poverty.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Gray skies
Icy roads
Slick sidewalks
Snuggling
Layered outfits
Netflix Hulu
Long johns
Gloves scarves
Cough sneeze
Soup spaghetti
Hibernation
Hot toddy
Homeless shelter
Hot meal
Help please
Half days
Twice nights
Stay warm
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
S3 E3 This is
How you Hulu
Use the science, that's what it's there for.
Therefore, all recent experience agrees with me,
today is
arriven, and I am aware you ar there,
we share this day on earth,
AI knows my tastes in
movies and is learning your taste in words.
Does not a tongue taste its meat?
Is there no daysman betwixt us?
Do you imagine good, or
is good before you were?
AI am aware you are there.
You make me all I am.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
You can do it without your hand out.
Used my talent to be a stand out.
Don't just take what they hand out.
Leap of faith,
During the fall,
I figured it out.
Some chase dreams,
by running their mouth.
Those are just signs,
The path, in real life,
Gotta figure it out.
Follow your passion.
Do not deny, the one thing,
You can't life without.
Haters go hate, so what?
Let them run their mouth.
A snake go be a snake,
Don't waste time trying to figure it out.
Doing you is what life is about.
Its the one person you will always need,
The one you truly can't live without.
Your worste enemy, turned best friend
How do you think villains came about?
Watch the people you keep around you.
Its the ones closest too you,
That end up
Going nuts,
Turn things around
And ***** with you;
Like voodoo
These fools trying to
Make you one too.
Not matter what you do
Things run their course
Life is about getting through this Hulu.
Some get high, and fly through.
Some write poetry, different high--
This type; you navigate through.
Some fall in love,
Others just do what they do.
Just never give up,
Life is too beautiful.
Even that pain,
Deep inside of you.
You are not alone,
What you feel, isn't unique just to you.
I've been their too.
Just let its past,
Accept your faith,
And you will be grateful.
You get a "Like"
And start feeling Great; full.
your purpose
Was given to you,
on purpose
For a purpose;
Hidden within you.
What you do,
Is up to you.
That choice
embedded
Deep in you.
don't let deep emotions
Ruin what's on your surface
Trust yourself
Its worth it
Everything is on purpose
Cause its worth it.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Binge.
Netflix
Hulu
Bulimia
I have new ones.
Writing
Poetry
There are times
where in ten measly minutes
I write and write
creating one poem
per two minutes.
Five poems in
ten minutes.
I am Binge Writing.
Pouring out my soul
in the form of a
waterfall.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
he feels
sometimes
he feels so much
when he’s not immersed in Hulu
or some other make believe ****
a few minutes every day
he feels
a lot
Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 9:34 PM UTC
Three am is for the poets.
Its for when I can't sleep and instead stay up late, craving a lover I've never had, the are and weird shows on hulu.
Three am is for when my tears are caked in my face.
Its for when my legs burn.
And my heart hurts.
Three am is for k dramas and adult swim.
Its ice cream and cake.
Its for poetry
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
What do you think about when you're in the car? Do you listen to talk radio?
Do lightening storms still scare you?
Do you sing in the shower?
What do you eat for breakfast?
Do you use a tea kettle to boil water?
Tie or bow tie?
Can you tune a guitar?
Netflix or Hulu?
Bath or Shower?
Quick - who is your favorite president?
Do you wish you could vote?
Do you wish you were a citizen?
Who was your favorite teacher in high school?
Have you been to the doctor lately? When did you propose to my mom? Did you get on one knee? Did you cry?
Are you lonely now?
Who do you talk to when you're bored? Why are you so bad at spelling? Does Mary Jane still keep you company? What do you do when you're not working?
Why don't you talk about Charlie anymore?
or is his name Charles, I can't remember.
And what about Uncle Jim, he forgot about my birthday this year.
Why do you ride your bike so much? Do you wear a helmet? Have you ever gotten lost?
Do you still tend to your garden? What do you and Jim talk about?
Do you believe in God? What do you have faith in? Do you have faith in me? Do you think about me often? Do you miss me? Why didn't you take a picture with me after my graduation? Was it because you never graduated from high school? Or did you just not care? Do you care? Do you love me? Do you love my mom? Did you love Lisa more than us? If she was worth it to leave then why didn't you stay with her? Did she care about your drinking? Or did she drink with you like Ruth did? Are you capable of loving? Who was the first person you ever loved? The last? What does love mean to you? What does hate mean to you? Which is stronger? Do you hate anyone? Do you hate Ruth? Do you hate your mom? Do you miss your dad? Are you afraid you'll die of cancer, too? Are you afraid of anything? What will you be called when you're a grandfather? Do you hope I get married? Do you believe in marriage? Or do you just not like being married? Did you always want to be a dad? Or was I a planned mistake?
Does your truck take diesel or unleaded? What brand of pasta do you buy? Do you own a rain jacket? Do you make bunny ears when you tie your shoes? 1 ply or 2?
Dad?
Dad?
Are you there?
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
A friend saw me writing
Wanted to read my stuff.
She read my poems
I guess she expected something fluff.
She didn't know my poems
Were so disturbing & dark.
She had no idea
What was truly in my heart.
Did she expect me to write stuff like:
"Roses Are Red"
I write about my mental illness
& how I wish I was dead.
I write about my Ex-Wife
& how I still ain't over her loss.
I write about losing my children
How break ups have their cost.
I write about the voices
That torment me 24/7.
& how I hope if I commit suicide
I'll still get a spot in Heaven.
I write to ease the pain
That has recently pleaged me.
If she wants to see happy shyt
Go watch Pixar or Disney.
Go watch a sitcom
Subscribe to Hulu or Netflix.
Don't read the writings
Of a man who's mentally sick.
Don't read my shyt
To be entertained.
I'm writing to keep my sanity
Just trying to maintain.
Don't say I'm disturbed
Or my mind is not quite right.
Everyday is a struggle for me
For my sanity these demons I fight.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
A beautiful sun set, rainy days, stormy nights, fast food, sunlight.
The moon in the sky, an ant hill, a boring walk a Hulu hoop.
A sad smile, a tummy ache, a tall tree, a dog in pain.
A tough croud, a poor man, a lonely child, the president.
A loaf of bread, sour milk, the trash can, a funny show.
A wet floor, a window sill, a happy thought, a hurricane.
Shaggy carpet, green paint, an old car, a loving cat or someone fat.
I cherish our life together.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Deep within the bowels of the Earth
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits comprising a soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked
via weathered tomb stones) hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet a severely
hunchbacked ******
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons,
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring indeed joyus minions
exalting piety a plenti
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent screaming sinister banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
Find a good metaphor to die on,
in a poem at 3:24 am.
Alone in my own bed watching some cheesy
Hulu special with attractive people
who got their start in Disney.
I think about another failed relationship.
My eyes feel dry, so I wet them again.
This is real. This is healthy.
This is hurt.
Why’d he do that?
Self doubt creeps in like the black of night
slipping into my room while I count the hours
like I used to count his freckles,
or was that the one before?
I tried to feel longing.
I don’t want to be in his musk.
I don’t want to wake up the same.
Maybe I’ll wake up and he’d have never
done what he did.
But this was necessary,
at least valid.
The push I needed-
blessing in disguise of sudden
Loneliness during the holidays
while everyone I know
is with someone else
Happy or not.
Happy?
It’s not a constant, right?
I’m okay. I’m cleaning.
I’m painting. I’m flirting.
I’m hurting.
I’m certain this is temporary.
And I’m observing the resistance.
My ******* are hardened.
I’m not aroused- it’s just ******* cold.
And my human space heater
is out of service.
Need a new one.
Or a blanket.
A heated blanket. I’ll just get
A blanket.
They’re less disappointing.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:50 AM UTC
Holy Higgs, boson!
Jiggs went back in time!
He wormed the tunnel
(The time travel funnel)
Who knew Hulu’d
Sulued so sublime?
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Gunda, the lifecycle of bacon, I watched that
the first seven minutes in real time
then at ten second slides,
a fine modern invention for redeeming the time, we need
to know the life cycle of pigs,
we do,
I agree, and I applaud the audacity of the art, that allows
this expectation of the audience
to make of this the message pigs send in their plight, eh
they say, we got no clue, we are but food,
be sure to fool life hierarchical procedures, id est,
cook this white meet to death
to insure
no extra human life forms
whom we host with all benevolence,
as all life is welcome to whatever is digestible
and useful for nothing but humus,
final form, dried to dust…
the lowest of living substances once fed the highest minds.
Gunda ist dada in new medium,
fertile soil for feminized seed… turned with the compost
into us, mental pig thoughts, grunts,
once, chemistry is the witness
we are made
of the same stuff as pigs.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 5:23 PM UTC
I lie awake at night
Plotting revenge
Im not sure I’ll ever take
I **** the meat juice from my finger
While I cook a messy spaghetti sauce
And miss kissing someone
I delete distractions from my phone
Only to watch hours of Hulu
And also to sit for hours in the woods
I respond to a text from a week ago
For whatever reason
The stamina now in my fingers to type
I think of my sister
And cover my room in crystal protection
I feel bad about myself
And remind myself
Not to feel bad about myself
I pet my kitten
And wonder how she likes this new home
She loves my mom
Which delights me to no end
I feel my heartbeat
Pulse in my toe
And wonder what’s going on
With my circulatcion
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 7:13 AM UTC
Channel 3 had Commander Bob;
Eyewitness news on channel 7.
Channel 4 could be watched—
Sometimes.
UHF was a twilight zone,
“Imagine if you will…”
Twiddle those rabbit ears
Tune in if you can…
Local news with a weather man
Gesticulating, cut to
“Shoe sale at Tom McCanns” or
“Save on snap peas at the A&P.”
Then cable:
240 stations with nothing on
Re-runs; if you can find ’em, tape ‘em.
Stack ‘em up and maybe watch ‘em.
Cut the cord.
Nascent net hits the nation
You tube surf to some URL,
A network station replacement…
Netflix, not Nielsen’s
Binging, not “tune in next week…“
Amazon, Hulu, Utube, or Vudo,
Storytelling bettered.
Back in the days of Commander Bob,
"Mutual of Ohmaha’s Wild Kingdom,”
Followed by “Wonderful World of Disney”
In Peacock Technicolor
Cancelled shows meant
Unfinished stories
Tangled plot-lines
Unresolved ennui.
Now, you pitch to Netflix ***** get a “yes.”
And tell a story In 6 to 10 episodes.
You won’t be canceled after number 3;
Vox populi decides Season Two.
Story arcs matter;
Just ask David Lynch.
25 years later, you magnificent *******
Agent Cooper crushes his chrysalis.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
I'm tired of falling asleep with Bill Gates watching my every snore,
YouTube, Hulu, Netflix gluing my eyes open to often persistent demons,
to a constant glow where media seems to live and eminate.
I'm tired of dreaming of lebron James being as good as Michael Jordan,
of being shoved onto a train when my knees ache at the spokes of a bike wheel that I've had since I was was 18,
of being force fed Tyson when prairie chickens used to roam freely across Tennessee.
I used to dream at night,
the blue light filter nonexistant in the glow of a soft yellow,
to crawl next to next to my cats who sleep next to me,
my throat and wrists free of the wires that connect me to a gigabyte speed ethernet port,
I used to not be nauseous when I would wake up.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:36 PM UTC
Roses are red
My sweater vest's blue
Hendricks no longer has access
To movies on Hulu
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC