"narc" poems
he is a turtle
she is a rose
he moves slow
she daily glows
he is rough and coarse
she smells perfect
he closes his eyes
she flies in petals
he proposed her
she refuses
he goes down underwater
she amuses
he came as a wet pet
she firms her guards
he tells a story
she discards
he stops trying
she loves the scar
he stays in front of her
and she remarks
what do you need?
what do you want?
his voice is crisp
he utters at last
I just need affection
I just need admiration
I just need approval
because I am a narc.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
I was chicken
dropped only a half tab--a quarter before midnight
and hurried back to my apartment
before the day changed
from a Monday
to a ruby Tuesday
where my walls melted
and music smelled like sassafras;
the flickering flares of light from two fat candles
tasted like toasted almonds
every eternal hour, or minute,
or so, I would try to tiptoe down the hall
past the sleeping neighbors who were all dreaming
of me, skulking past their locked doors
but I never made it to the street
a feat that would have demanded
I stop giggling, and my heart stop thumping
for any pig or narc could have seen
my crimson machine pumping
ready to fly from my chest
dawn did finally come--I was
coming down, down from the floor
on which I had lain from the minute
a ferocious fly dive bombed me
somewhere around three
I walked to the corner grocery store
where I bought pan dulce, and was glad the clerk
spoke no English, for surely she would have asked me
to tell her how I survived such an aerial assault
in peacetime
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Compressed in bed, feeling rigid,
Dreaming about animals dying.
The mornings kick so much harder-
Kick me right back into bed.
We just let the sun rise and set.
And let it be known-
I'm no more awake come noon,
No more awake at work,
No more awake in dreams:
Wading through syrupy water,
I feel that way come day.
I keep trying to speak up
But no one even sees the bubbles rise
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 3:51 PM UTC
ambiance amplified and gravitas dead inside
drink alone, danger zone, shot the Jekyll, saved the Hyde
cut my seat belts so my doors wouldn't beep, though
I creep with a fleet of conceited banditos
to the park, skip some rocks, play the shark, shuffle birds
find the narc, go and knock, make it bark, no one heard
a million reason to stay awake wide-eyed tonight
ninety-nine ******* one problem: you're in my line of sight
black & decker woodpecker, fur-trap chop with my power-drill
trill wagon, cool dragon flagon of honey mead on the window sill
unseen fiends mean for stones out beating streets to smithereens
you only live nine times: shake the earth, **** the silver screens
pair of sweet, pear-shaped tweets for you to meet in the suite,
they can show, you can see that they know how to greet
enough throwaways to keep boost mobile open
enough light reflecting princess cuts that they think my neck is frozen
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
O front facin camera
Ayn Randian terror
Yet another Selfie
Of but another Narc-y
Glory to Me-ism
Duck face and pic-ism
Photoshopped pics
Of inflated lips
Capturer of Chimeras
O Front Facing Camera!
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
Remember, some line up.
Line up and wait for their own day in hell.
They scream for victory.
The far away deep, lost heart places that
dry up fast when cowards are left to tend them.
Accelerating, gnarled prizes, metal and tubes,
wires and guts and brains that smoke the sun's color,
losing it in the pitch of the rainbow-slicked sludge.
Up, up, and away, a dark celebration in song, something
shouted gleefully at the sky on the way to the gallows.
Desire, hate, and the teasing, fatted, greasy greed,
they all feed the Black God's Mirth, they'd better.
They'd better know he'll consume them as quick,
when the hard, cold mud-water fist envelops them
embraces them, makes them still again.
Don't waste your deep song throats on a trivial Godsson,
humanity-theif or cracked up narc, discarding dignity
as quickly as you give it up. Don't do it.
Give him breathmints and soap and humility, please.
He needs those.
Don't take anything that isn't yours or can't be sold
quickly, easily locally. The bedroom path is
strewn with flowers no one loves
You are worth a little revenge now and then, get some.
Talk??? It's cheap **** No one's buying.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
I remember running down the halls in high school while people shouted, that I should try out for track
The reason that I ran so fast and no one had my back was my bully
It was not just his words I feared though his words often made me feel ill
I got the chills when he tried to set me on fire ,when I had on a dress my sister made for me
I tried to report it to a respected teacher at school, who said that he could not help it, because he lost his mom
I still felt that something was wrong about this teacher's logic
I reported it to my sister and the bully's lighter got taken away
I got harassed by the bully and his friends about his lighter being taken away, they called me a Narc
I felt better though that I talked about it, instead of hiding it inside
It felt right to shed some light and make it know that bullying is wrong
I recently heard on the news, now bully's have a new tool, via text and online cyber bully
A 12 year old girl recently took her own life after a few girls bullied her for a number of month's.
I think those girls should be charged with a crime as if they murdered her. It was not right that they took away her self esteem and confidence till she felt like she could not take it anymore
She gave up the fight, I wonder if her parents knew and I wonder if the other girl's parent's knew what they were up to when they bullied her
I wish this tragic event could have been avoided I feel for the parents loss
People need to know that bullying comes with a great cost, one's life which is priceless
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
See the riders
Rise to power
Cowering
To idols
Watch the flower
Sprout the towers
Devouring
The rivals
Search the homes
Of trustless hearts
Cracking stones
A world apart
Seek out the alone
To turn them narc
Replace their bones
With ******* marks
It is dark out here
But here is the torch
The path is near
But the sky is scorched
Lose it all
But take the most
Make the call
And act as host
Burn the blame
In viral hate
Do the same
And claim it fate
You came
You saw
You killed
The king
You face
The face
Of gods
Insane
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Flavor to the max
Omegas from the Flax.
These roads are twisty
I hope the sky gets misty.
My mother
told my brother
to eat the penny.
She whacked him with a mallet
and knocked the penny out of his palette
in the middle of June
while riding a balloon.
The sky was dark
But Gary's still a narc.
Bob ate my chowder,
so at him I threw powder.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
An older lady came to the pharmacy
To pick up her oxycodone twenties,
Her copay wasn't much money,
Double counted a hundred twenty
As close to me as you stand,
I explained her doctor prescribed Narcan.
In case of overdose, one spray up the nose
Can save yourself or someone else.
She twisted her face to me real funny,
And said "What do you take me for a druggie?"
She took the vial, left the spray
As I waved with a have a nice day.
She felt accused by me, in a huff,
Threw the pills up in her cabinet.
As fate would have it, her granddaughter
Came over and spotted the bottle with red cap.
Imagining the high if she could get that,
Imagining the euphoria as she stole that.
Sneaking off into the bathroom
Downing tap, she consumed a few.
Something wasn't right, her breath felt light,
Disoriented trying to read the label,
Hands shaking, feeling her body dive,
She saw the number twenty, thinking they were fives.
Unresponsive, her grandmother runs in
With the sound of a heavy crash,
She waits for paramedics who arrive at last.
Only to announce, nothing to be saved
Now she digs a grave for pride over a nasal spray.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
My question started with Rives and Op Talk.
Only an idea at first, a spark,
convention that I can not help but mock
because spark rhymes with hark and bark and narc.
Write to make the bones of Shakespeare shiver
and this is awful but who is to say
that a young artist cannot deliver,
cannot produce a lyrical ballet?
It is not important. But it is special
because I cannot speak and speak and speak
and the world is not always so gentle
to warrant an outlook so very bleak.
Not all of the lines will always rhyme like
A sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet has to.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
i.
god’s little narc
ii.
god’s little narc
tossing a rattle
iii.
god’s little narc
tossing a rattle
at a fish tank
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
I was never special, I meant nothing to you
That became clear when you searched for someone new
I gave you my heart and you just took a peek
Pretending you loved me was so ******* weak
You hated how I could read your actions— that I saw through
All the lies and your energy and everything you do
You couldn’t hide, even though you tried
Your ****** behavior, I wouldn’t let slide
You’d gaslight me, and I’d question my perspective
Then I realized I was the only one being reflective
I’ve been here before and I see you’re a narc
I know your games, you can’t hide in the dark
You love bomb in the beginning then you take it away
Everything is a lie, I can’t believe what you say
I thought you were special—someone real
I didn’t realize how well you could fake the way you feel
I fell for it again, when will I ******* learn?
I can’t just give away my heart, it’s something to earn
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 3:14 AM UTC
Jumping beans,
itchy fiends.
Pop a couple
and feel like a queen.
Slave to the high,
I like to lie...
I don't know why.
Sunglasses in the dark,
I ain't no fuckin' narc.
Party till my heart drops,
or until the neighbors call the cops.
**** me softly,
or not.
I don't like to talk.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
Tear down the walls of your guilt
You weren't the one who told lies
He charmed you and deceived you
He came like a wolf in disguise
Tear down the walls of your grief
Yes what he did was a shock
But time can be a great healer
You can not turn back the clock
Tear down the walls of your rage
Don’t let your anger back in
That stuff can drive you crazy
That’s how he thinks he can win
Tear down the walls of your hate
It’s time to learn to forgive
You are only hurting yourself
And that is no way to live
Tear down the walls of your doubt
Try to find some self belief
Take back the self assurance
That he took like a cruel thief
Tear down the walls of your pride
Admit that you made a mistake
After all you’re an adult
And that choice was yours to make
Tear down the walls of your pain
Even though he ground you to dust
Not everyone will betray you
Go find someone you can trust
Tear down the walls of your fear
And look everyone in the face
Find the courage to get out there
The world is a beautiful place
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
they don’t tell you
when you have a baby
about the shrinking
babies
do.
we bought a smaller bird
but few
noticed.
we made friends, women
with lights
on their shoes, men
sold
on mittens…
we sent nudes
to the author
of babies
eat
sleep.
our mailman
he caught us
dancing
and threatened us
with an audiobook
on baptism
and that
was the end
of mail.
we sold headgear
we volunteered
to sell
headgear, put an ashtray
on the roof
as lure
for longing
that
of memory’s
narc…
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC