"looove" poems
I like your eyes.
Your eyes are so blue.
God, I just love your eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?
Nope. Never.
You’re a great kisser.
Where did you learn to kiss like that?
From other guys?
You know, you're smart.
You might be smarter than me.
Is that my cue to leave?
You want to hang out?
What do you want to do?
You eat meat, right?
Ok — good.
Would you dump me if I didn’t?
I like your shirt — it’s open in the back.
Really? I wasn’t aware.
I looove your *** It’s just like mmmm (cups imaginary ***
Yea. I know.
(After *** Wow. I feel great.
Cool. Thanks.
(After *** You finished right?
Nope.
You are so young.
Hmm, what happens when I get old?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
They are Immortal.
They are dead inside.
They are pale.
They often sparkle
but naturally don't.
They bite necks.
They are nocturnal.
They are out for blood.
They enthrall people effortlessly.
Their loved ones are often dead
or being mourned
while secretlly alive.
They act like the cool kids.
Or the awkward emo clicks,
but are treated like this exclusive club.
They don't show up in mirrors
because this IS their reflection.
They don't let the real them see the sun.
I am reflecting.
On.
Why.
Why have I only dated vampires?
I'm loosing lots of blood.
But
What am I gaining?
Besides y'know...
their blood diseases.
And lots of exciting! moments
That belong in movies
that would get
or already have gotten
way to popular.
And be better as books.
Some of them can throw me across a room.
Some of them love to count.
some of them seem to only show up around halloween and looove chocolate
Don't get me wrong.
I still love all these terrifyingly
Seductive temptresses.
I have a type.
But I don't know if it's A
Or B
Or O negative?
I'm an optimism ******
Oh, Positive?
I'm not afraid of needles
But they're afraid of me.
I tend to be a universal donor.
Which makes matching blood hard
Blood that works with my body is rare.
This is not to say anyone
could use my blood
Universal donor or not.
I am infected
with a blood disease
It could be vampirism
Or well, whatever causes one to seek
Vampires.
I Can't confirm anything about wooden stakes
Or decapitation or garlic.
But i can assure you setting them on fire doesn't work.
No matter how hot or fiery I make them
Their anger never kills them
It just makes them stronger.
But it does repel them quite nicely.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
They don't like me.
They don't matter.
Talk is out now.
It's just chatter.
I really see it,
Much fatter.
Funny because usually I only see the best.
I,
Feel,
Like a ghoOost
on her toast...
Baby let me be her breakfast, you are you now we are we.
OooooOoooooOooo...
Herrrr, became youuuu,
And LoOove, became usssss.
I don't talk now, to strangers.
I give you all of my lust.
I'll see you at lunchtime, when I walk, to work.
Then we'll have our indulgetimes,
And want to take off our shirts.
Oh well,
Sweetest hell,
I have tasted yet...
Is my LadyBird of the register
We did everything
When we met.
Now when I, say hell, I mean to say as of yet.
This hell's got most heavens,
But I'll sure never forget...
The way you looked, with your hair down...
We'll get our heaven, you can bet.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Boy, do I looove you
And God only knows I can’t be the only one
But if I spit those words into your Happy Meal,
I think you might actually start to cry
(He’s not loving it, in fact,
he never could, for it isn’t in his nature to love
Or at least to love me)
Puny, frail things catch your attention left and right
Like the bright colored toys wrapped in plastic
You rip each one of them open and play your games
Of make believe and pretend
Until the first time it falls off the table,
Or into the mud
And you couldn’t give less of a ****
The toy will shed a tear, and you will say it’s being a *****
But I know your double cheeseburger soul
Craves more than what you physically desire
But the guilt of eating unhealthy food
Has never stopped you before
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
*I should do my HW.
But you still haven't responded,
What if you do while I'm gone and I can't reply?
Then you'll think you aren't important enough to respond to.
I guess I can hold off on it for a little longer.
Looove meeeeeee.
Gawd I'm stupid for liking you.
But the way you laugh,
The way you talk,
The way you simply live.
(Dying whale noises)
God you're perfect in the most imperfect way.*
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
your alone.
God that hurts
The world wont stop spinning
God that's hell.
Just stop trying
But I cant
I cant let go of them
but they don't looove you
No, but I love them
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
3/29/2017
steaming july days,
screaming at me that I certainly did not know
what I got myself into
i couldve slashed my throat and
bled onto the connn-creete
and it wouldve boiled
*no, you dont understand
no, you dont understand
no you dont understand
you understand? no, dont
you dont understand, no
dont you understand? no?
no...you'll never understand.*
twisting our car-seat conversation
back and forth like a rivet
you were right
i didnt understand and i never did, an ingenue
you see back then
i was young for my old age
and old for my young age
who are you now
youve grown your hair out
and youre as woman as me?
a better photographer, too
but youre odd and always will be
i didnt know the indications of looove
i was what i was:
just a
little
girl.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
the lady keeps
blowing in
the curtain.
shes dancing for me
and she gathers no moss.
the lady is lost in the curtain.
shes waiting for me to come find her.
i found her
i bound her
to let in the light.
but i shut my eyes
because thats where she hides;
in the corner of my eye
where the light becomes shy.
in the corner of my eye
lives a mistress.
she blows wind
through her dress
she blows kisses.
when she gets undressed
her bodies a list, its:
aaalllllll the tiiiime youve wasted.
aaallll the useleeessss looove.
aaallll the loooove
you couldve had.
aaaall the tamperiiing
with evideence,
that tells you
to hoard
all those feelings you cant afford.
its so simple to know
that less is more.
the moment i passed it
i sat at a casket
thinking:
When one of us dies,
which one of us cries?
if you cant expand
then cut off your hands
theyre better served
by someone else.
you want a life
with a house and a wife,
and youll have to build
your house in hell.
a white wicked fence
a fire that never relents
a bathtub full of seashells.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC