"nonrefundable" poems
I’m way too close to turning Thirty-Three,
It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m seething,
I’m surrounded by friends constantly in turmoil,
But **** it if they won’t tell you they’re loyal,
Just once I’d like someone to respect my boundaries,
And not end the day on some B.S. moral quandary,
Debating if I should put someone’s needs before mine,
Because it’s driving me over the edge in my mind,
Everybody will scream “WHY AREN’T YOU HELPING ME?”
While you’re right next to them clearly drowning,
What has this world come to, when no one cares what harm their extra baggage will do,
As long as they’re getting the attention they seek, who cares about me or you?
I don’t want to get older, I haven’t done enough,
Haven’t settled down, and found my one true love,
Unless you count ******* everything up,
But ah, ***** it some of it’s been kind of fun,
Not going to lie, I’d take back a few of the things I’ve done,
But I’d never take back who I’ve grown up to become,
I’ll end this by bragging that my Mom says I’m quite wonderful,
And as she found out far too late I’m also quite nonrefundable,
Everybody will scream “WHY AREN’T YOU HELPING ME?”
While you’re right next to them clearly drowning,
What has this world come to, when no one cares what harm their extra baggage will do,
As long as they’re getting the attention they seek, who cares about me or you?
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
I am in so much pain I can't feel my body
Maybe its the Brandy
When your upset, hurt, and In pain
Drinking some liquor seems to calm the brain
It starts to feel good forgetting
So why am I still fretting
Its only been a few hours why can't everything go back to being normally dysfunctional
Please except my apologies as their nonrefundable
Even if I'm right or wrong I don't care just talk to me
I won't say anything It's a guarantee
My head is gonna pop like a firecracker
I'll try and do all the patchwork
I know when I come down
I'm still going to have a frown
My body is numb
Maybe its because I've succumb
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:45 AM UTC
I'm lying to myself.
I'm not in love with this one at all.
There's no passion in this house.
There's no standing ovation in this auditorium.
Groggily, I
Forcefully awaken myself
Spoon sugar into my mouth until I choke
I attempt to read to no avail
Words just dance right out of my head
Words just die like autumn leaves on my lips
And I'm lying to this one.
I don't find him beautiful.
He doesn't deserve this austerity.
Issuing out of my lungs—all blue and black smoke
There's no passion in this house
No, because even the wooden floorboards
Creak with something deeper than melancholy
Words are irrefutable
Words are nonrefundable
I do not love him but I love the one before him
Wandering, I go listless,
Traveling through each room in the house
Vestigial ghost that I am
Inundated with sadness
Choking on it like the dark pit of a spoiled fruit
I can't get the words out of my mouth
The scalpel or pair of scissors I would apply to my skin
They're the words on this page
Words I pull out of the plywood and drywall
Rotting like the deadened
Husk of a lone tree in a silenced forest
Love doesn't reside in this auditorium
It died somewhere when he hugged me goodbye
It died somewhere when he never came back
And I realized that I couldn't find him over a cup of tepid coffee
In the books that I struggled to read
In the man that I desperately tried to bury him inside.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and
car keys visibly splayed
on driver seat oye vay
feel free to call me a horse's *** today
utter anxiety compounded,
plus unable to locate master key,
thence fodder for poem and more to say
rifling thru boxes without success,
an impulse arose to call road
upon learning policy
doth include locksmith service,
ah felt less doggone snappish,
and uttered hoo ray
though modest aye,
congratulated awesome,
fulsome, and handsome
self on quick thinking,
and automatically became less tiresome
pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason
(as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay
then immediate decided,
sans ditto explanation,
but no how and nay
yet honest to dog suddenly felt
like a young lovestruck lad
during month of May
and without further delay
a compulsion arose
to putter along, though
momentarily gazing heavenward
and counting (just beak caws)
glistening black crows
plus painfully aware
a spike in recurrent
"senior" moment of forgetfulness grows,
thus starkly aware significant rustiness
increasingly, frightfully,
and chokingly coats
lix spit tillage harrows
resuming schlepping dishabille
crotchety bedeviled aching
body electric irksome
with fringe benefit (such as
momentary lapse of reason)
quite aware mettlesome
ness of youth nonrefundable,
non-reliable, and non-retrievable,
and guaranteed continued
pricking, viz nettlesome
degenerating aging telomeres,
sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes
leaving a once robust person some
what discombobulated
and easily toilsome.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
A camera flashes, you smile wide
Moment to moment; life is just a ride
A common metaphor for what it's worth
You were given this nonrefundable ticket at birth
Strapped in with a buckle by your parents
The unstated rules were quite self-evident
Sometimes you get filled with exhilaration in anticipation
But then it doesn't always meet all of your expectations
It can even break down during the hardest ordeals
So you learn patience sitting on top of this rickety Ferris Wheel
Fear settles in as you pray it doesn't all crash down
The courage to hold on is something to be found
As this old ride slows to a screeching halt
You feel a sense of despair at the thought
But a waste it does become to live with this worry
Life is just a ride, and the amusement park has plenty
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
I brought a ticket to come and see you
Today. When I looked at the print,
I realized that it was a one-way,
With a layover in your thoughts.
Truth be told, I didn’t mind at all.
The tickets for all the other flights
Were weeks, even months out,
I paid more because I really wanted
to get there.
The ticket being nonrefundable
Made the trip that much enjoyable
Despite popular belief.
I didn’t go too much on the reviews.
Very rarely do you see one that tells
The entire truth, there is always something
Wrong. Whether it’s the seat, someone telling you
don’t drink the water, or the towels.
It’s always the towels or the sheets, for some
Odd reason.
I don’t mind a bit of turbulence.
When I got on the plane, I noticed that it wasn’t
as clean as I expected,
But it was cool. It wasn’t something
To just get upset and cancel the whole trip over.
Judging by the reviews, it’s easy to forget
That were all human. Sometimes things happen.
I leaned back in my seat and remembered that I had
Forgotten something.
I unclicked my seat belt and checked my pockets.
Nothing.
Although I am sure that I’ll arrive safely,
I’ll replace the kiss that you gave me
The last time I saw you, soon as I step off
The plane with a new one from you
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC