"interchangable" poems
He takes out the trash, or makes dinner
thinks he’s cleaned the whole house
he’s not capable of being quiet as a mouse
full of self-praise
himself, he amaze
selective hearing and speech
sometimes hard to reach
never practices what he preach
loveable and incorrigible
he’s not interchangable
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 7:08 AM UTC
*an Ode to Eppie
I once had what I thought was a brilliant idea
My friends listened dutifully without the eye roll the less loyal would have thrown in
Before announcing that I am not allowed to name any children I end up having
So I sure as **** better find a husband with an idea of what a name is
I wanted a daughter named Epic
Because I couldn’t imagine a bigger adventure than parenting
And there was no way I was dealing with the torture of pregnancy
To produce a child that was anything less than epic
I wanted a daughter with the world laid out for her
There would be no painful heart wrenching breakups for her
No gangly awkward phase
She would be the physical representation of the bond her father and I shared
She would be love incarnated
And I can’t imagine anything more epic than that
I wanted a daughter named Epic
Nicknamed Eppie
Bambi told me that nickname was even worse than hers
And I named her after a cartoon deer with a dead mother
I guess they might have a point in this who name thing
I wanted a daughter named Epiphany
Because if I am ever (crazy) lucky enough to bring a girl into this world
With my genes and the cruel ways of boys stacked against her
I will sure as hell had some major epiphany
If I am ever (stupid) blessed enough to have a daughter
I want every moment with her to be a grand realization of my life
This is who I am
This moment is what I was made for
Whether it’s picking her up after a scraped knee
Advising her that Alphie only hit her because he likes her
Or telling her that no, leggings are not pants
She would be the reason I went through all of this
The reason I got my heart broken by the world over and over again
So that it could complete me
I wanted a daughter named Epiphany
Nicknamed Eppie
“Like an EpiPen?” Fluffy (Patrick before I went about nicknaming) questioned
“No, not like an Epinephrine auto injector at all.”
Maybe naming isn't my forte
I wanted a daughter named Epitome
Because a name is more than a word
A name is a decision
I would make it clear that she was loved
She would be the embodiment of every hope dream and wish I ever had
Just by breathing each day
I wanted my whole life to be leading up to the day I met her
If I was ever going to give a new life
She would be everything
The epitome of my entire life
I wanted a daughter named Epitome
Nicknamed Eppie
Laci (aka Frida) whose nickname could be interchangable with that of a stripper
Laughed
And decided that 'Emily' would be just fine for any daughter of mine
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
Laying here alone in my bed,
writing angsty teen poetry in my head
Because my words are generally misunderstood
and i want to spread,
a positive message
but i think i'm missing something
Now I open my individuality to the world
by writing interchangable verses
left open to interpretation
trying to impress her with my vague themes,
quick wit, and fasination with things
most would find less than semi-interesting
and so what if my self-confidence is tattered,
or if I only have an average sized ego,
contrary to what I'll tell other people
and even if it never makes any difference,
or if I never realize my potential
My chances with women with steadily decline
until I'm rendered undateable
I'll continue to seek solace in drugs
because I've never been partial to things like girls
and the act of reproduction
I embrace inadequacy
Its all the rage;
I'm the ******* cliche
And I lack social grace
All aboard the bandwaggon,
Because all my friends and I
have the same hair
and general outlook on life
Some people have real problems and some have lives,
I don't think I fit into either of those percentages
I'm bound to live without meaning
for the rest of my days
because I've ****** up everything
I've ever felt meant anything
you can see it in my face,
behind this facade I put on
Smile :)
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 4:09 AM UTC
interchangable tides
that's how you mesure time in jupiter - in songs
explores of the lost ark
so much to see
yet time is kind...
ye wish be true
truth so guides the compassionate compass
to rightful
ways
floating faces
lit with the bright moons in each other's eyes
moons of venus , of saturn , of Galatic - intersection number 5
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
Our relationship, deeper than any pizza base.
Our love, saucier than the finest italian passata.
Our feelings stronger than the maturest of fine cheeses.
Our willingness to please the other stretches such as the most glorious of mozzarella.
To what do we base our feelings upon,
Be it the interchangable toppings or the structural integrity of the strongest crust.
Akin to snowflakes no two pizzas are ever alike. Each one differing to the last, be it the char marks on it's peak or the flame kissed bottom.
Our choice in toppings may differ so vastly, you with your ghastly pineapple and myself with my overly rich and greasy bbq meatfeast.
Alas does this mean anything at all? Nothing but a matter of opinion, toppings change to peoples liking, but our bases remain the same our sauce the binding glue to hold it all together.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Here splits the wings that flutter
Every situation butterflies,
Then I say I'm in control.
Ryan, hold the dice in your hand.
Ryan, let them go.
Do what the situation requires,
What if I just said no?
I'm just the backstage hand nobody knows.
They say I'm more than a paycheck,
But my only function is payment.
How much do you make?
How much is your worth?
The statements feel interchangable
Go back to work, don't dream in the wake.
Have a nice day, the smile is fake.
All the pretty things around me
Remind me, I'm nothing,
I don't want your attention
Just use my life as a lesson
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC