"meeeeeee" poems
I want to make you say you’ll stay
But that’s just in our way
‘cuz the lights are burnin' dim in town
And the rain keeps coming down...
In hellfire and lead
Starvation for a pillow
How is your sleep?—send me a letter
Keep up the peace
Don’t buy diamonds from Caucasian creeps
And blank B of A
Just give it away
Hey, get your hands out of there!
We’ve got work to do
You can’t mess up my brain
But you’re driving meeeeeee to
Inspiration!
So good bye for now
Or whenever
With love
I said GOOD BYE FOR NOW
OR WHENEVER
WITH LOVE
With Love was written for Maria Luisa Garza; a great lover of music, poetry and poets, art and artists, Mother Earth, the cosmos and more. A staunch environmentalist and a skilled gardener she was when I knew her. We tangled up in love and then went our separate ways under the best of circumstances. This song was written around the time we parted ways. I will always love her for her free, hippy spirit, her fierce ********** and a great many life lessons.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 11:42 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
Pomrčina…
Samo se belasaju razigrane kozice,
vetrić dlaku im njiše.
Njihov miris
fajta moj njuh u noći,
tražim čizme rudarske
moje,
al’ nema ih ni za lek!
A ja u pomrčini osećam vaš strah,
vaš veseli strah
i čujem vaše slabašno brečanje,
o, kozice moje, cupkate ko mlada,
čujem kako vam nožice po
vlažnom tlu žudno biju.
Da utehu nađem,
boli da me minu,
kad nežno se protegne niz dolinu
meeeeeee…
S praskozorjem bi vam se prikrao,
al’ čizama mi nema!
Ah, moja najgrđa mora
u sutonu htenja,
ništa moje večno bilo nije,
ni za Novu godinu pihtije!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
I said "Hey
What are you doing today"
She replied "Don't know
Gotta go"
And that's all she said
To me
Cause it just seems like
You don't want to talk to me no more.....
So you just say goodbye
Hey please, just give me the time of day
I don't give a **** what the hell you say
Just talk to me
Ask me how I'm doing
And tell me how your days been
Juet talk to meeeeeee
Just talk to me
I see you walking around
Your hand's in his
But I say I don't mind
Cause I don't want to see this..
****
Cause while you're talkin to him
You could be talking to me
But you don't care...
You're hanging off every word that he says
Hey please, lets just sit and chat
Yeah yeah, lets talk about your cat...
But you say no
I've found someone better to talk to
So lets just leave it at that
You can't tell
But my heart is breakin
Yeah yeah, my hands are shaking
I really wish that I was faking
But I'm not...
Cause you don't wanna talk to me
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
Ok so I have many positive things that some people don't know about me like.
1. I like to sing
2. I like to dance speaking of dancing I had a school dance last Friday and I was dancing and a lot of people saw it and so they told one of my friends because she didn't see it so she asked me to dance so I did what I was doing.
3. I like fishing witch guys think its weird that I like fishing cuz I don't seem like I do but I do.
4. I love to cook.
5. I love to babysit kids but not like raise them.
6. I like going for walks like with my dog lady or with my moms boyfriend or with Monte.
7. I like to draw.
8. I like to wright.
9. I'm a good listener if you need to talk to me about anything.
10. I love to fun....(party)
11. I am a good influence.
12. I love to read..
AND THATS MEEEEEEEE
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
I. From a Vietnamese / Cambodian / Egyptian / Israeli / Lebanese /
Sudanese / Syrian / Afghan Child’s Garden of Verses
Flare light
Flare bright
First flare I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Not be blown to death tonight
II. From an American Man’s Twooter of Self-Pity
Subtle beep
Subtle beep
‘wakening me from my sleep -
Oh, no! I’m going to die!
Not meeeeeee! Don’t wanna fry!
It’s all about ME – boo-hoo!
Poor ME! Poor ME! I’m gonna SUE!
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
“Listen”
Ticks the clock.
“I am perfect, pure, and patient.”
“Listen”
“And perfection, be on time.”
The clock
Is perfect.
It is simply the purest thing in this room of imperfects.
The broken frame on the wall,
That longs for a picture of a loving family or couple.
The fire pit,
Choked in smoke and charcoal.
The clock,
Perfect
Ticking into everlasting eternity, endless in the rhythm.
“Listen”
“And perfection, be on time.”
The door,
Leaning on two hinges,
Moans and opens.
The clock ticks on.
A woman walks inside,
And lay down in the middle of the rundown, ruined room.
That is perfect itself.
The clock ticks on.
“Listen to meeeeeee…”
The woman ignores.
“Listen to meeeeeee…I am perfect”
The woman ignores again, and looks around the room.
Admiring all of the imperfections.
The clock, out of anger, ticks furiously,
And falls.
“Listen” ticks the clock, for the last time.
“And perfection, be on time...I-I...I am perfect.”
Even those so perfect,
Can fall and break.
Even those so perfect
Should “Listen”
“And perfection, will be on time.”
The woman lay peacefully in this room of imperfection and broken pieces.
And it is perfect.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC