"nooooo" poems
I'm gasping for air because
I lost a person close to me
I won't get him back and i know that
Do i wish i did yes do i think i will
NOOOOO But if there's one thing i've learn
When a boy says they love you
THEY DON'T MEAN IT
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
HR Mgr: So, Amber, you're applying for the file clerk position?
App: "Yea."(Keeps brushing her hair off of her right eyebrow)
HR: "You didn't fill in the space for your last name. Does Amber
have a last name?"
App: "Yea."(giggle). "Dexterous."
HR: "Amber Dexterous, interesting." and you say your former job
was "entertainment dancing."
App: "Yea."(Brush-brush!)
HR: "Poetry in motion, I'm sure." "Amber, are you a stripper?"
App: "I'm not a "Strip-AH! I'm a Dan-SAH!"
HR: "Okay, okay! So, do you use poles in your dance routines?"
App: "Nooooo, I don't do thaaa't. But, I do like the Canadians!"
copyright: richard riddle February 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
FAST AWAKE
"Nite. .love ?" Reach for the switch
"Nooooo...don't turn the dark on!"
"My dolly's scared!"
"It's no good...I got no sleeps in me!"
"I better get up 'cos
I'm fast awake!"
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
HR Mgr: So, Amber, you're applying for the file clerk position?
App: "Yea."(Keeps brushing her hair off of her right eyebrow)
HR: "You didn't fill in the space for your last name. Does Amber
have a last name?"
App: "Yea."(giggle). "Dexterous."
HR: "Amber Dexterous, interesting." and you say your former job
was "entertainment dancing."
App: "Yea."(Brush-brush!)
HR: "Poetry in motion, I'm sure." "Amber, are you a stripper?"
App: "I'm not a "Strip-AH! I'm a Dan-SAH!"
HR: "Okay, okay! So, do you use poles in your dance routines?"
App: "Nooooo, but, I do like the Canadians!"
copyright: richard riddle February 14, 2015
I should apologize for the "wordplay", but I won't! This piece was written for entertainment purposes only, and any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
You see.
We all have them
Either confused
Or
Misunderstood
Now
I have fallen in love
Not because
I am reckless
And someone
Who loves and throws things away
Nooooo
That's a confusion
I have fallen in love
Because of self less respect
And because
I awe
And admire
you
I respect you
I not just yearn
I want you
To have the best
Hope you do
Remember
That love
Conquers
All
Amor vincit omnia
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
She loves it
when we go fishing,
enjoys all of the activities,
spearing & angling,
gathering & netting,
anything to get
down on the shore.
Her boy in the boat
always bounces,
craves more of my dangling.
She's a looker,
baits my hook just right,
I don't fight her
& it ain't no shrimp.
Nooooo,
no wimp here,
I always use my big long pole
looking for her sweet fishing-hole.
When I finally get there,
find the right spot,
I scrape her scales
from every conceivable angle
to uncover her tasty pearl.
I give her a whirl,
shuck the shell out of her
as she squeezes me hard
with her tight mussel,
ready to receive my roe,
a splish,
a splash,
a huge shot
of my hot cocktail sauce,
curling her toes.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
No. I have no terror I will avenge you.
You say karma will but I'm not waitin' on it. Besides I'm not afriad to.
You were my eyes when the fog I couldn't see through.
Tell me now. And tell me the the whole truth. Did he harm you?
No. I've never been here before. But you I will do it for. If I don't stop him he will try and do it more.
Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh.
Noooo. Noooooo. Nooooo.
No. He won't do it no more.
My sweet friend. I promise he wont
do it again.
My pleasure was inside his pain. I took retaliation in your name.
I'm the champion. I'm your defender. I will be your watcher...your preserver.
It was easy. ***** threw his hands up. Tried to surrender. But that didn't work...was already over.
You said that he harmed you.
Ohhhh. Noooo. Noooooooooo.
He won't do it no more.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Today I went to my control panel and I uninstalled Love.
Thats right, I clicked add/remove programs, I clicked Love, I clicked uninstall.
But you know how it works, it didn't all get removed. Some "user files" got left behind and I'm supposed to remove them myself but I can't find where they're kept. I can find "the day you met me at the airport" with nooooo problem whatsoever. But I can't get rid of it because I don't know where its kept. So it haunts me. Same goes for "the closet" and "the mirror". Instant recollection. That used to be huge, that used to remind me that it was real and not just some dream I'd had.
But now its torture.
I though if I uninstalled Love then it would take all that with it and it would stop hurting.
But it didn't
and it hasn't
I should have uninstalled Love years ago when it wasn't being used and it just sat there doing nothing. It wasn't taking up any resources, it wasn't interfering with anything or slowing things down.
But then you came along.
And it sprung into action. Suddenly it consumed everything, it was running all the time and sure it slowed things down a little and sure some stuff didn't get done but it felt good. It felt so good. Every day felt like the first day of Spring and every night was spent dreaming of lying in your arms and it felt great.
But then the network crashed
the connection got broken
and while Love kept running it started to cause problems, its ground everything to a halt. It became like one of those viruses that just slowly chips away at your resources over time until you got nothing left.
After a few months and numerous attempts to get the connection back I finally admitted defeat and accepted things were over. And it hurt so much, too much.
So now I have no use for Love. Sure its nice when it runs ok but it crashes, every time it crashes. And I dont need that kind of hurt again.
So its gone.
Removed.
Uninstalled.
All I gotta do now is remove the fragments left behind.
And I'm pretty sure if I install enough Johnnie Walker I can flush those right out.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
been awhile, since kept my named promise,
but here I am writing about planting, love making,
one of which I’ve got a small amount of almost expired experience
that still asks to be shared & sharing, whom am I to say nooooo
late August, and the hush all over the place,
in the sad notes of chilling & distilling the seasons fantasy,
summer will be forever here, escape to the sea sunroom visionary,
the ceiling fan whirring low and slow, should the heat increase,
onerous march of dimes times suspended here, almost,
hoping the heat will increase, and those negative
dropped acorn hints, early falling leaves, crumbs of nooooo
when we make love in the afternoon
will pour a little sugar on you honey, it will be a viscous wall
to hold back change, sticking everything in its place, “as is”
just as it exists at this precise second, wearing manly summer pink,
every day and no one thinks it strange, everything’s green
though rain is forbidden here like in Camelot + the sound of noooo
more is swallowed up in ooooohs and ahs, and if making love
in the morning, afternoon and all evening is what it takes to
stop time, to seize this day as a permanent forever day,
no sacrifice to great, no none, no nope, yes to nooooo...
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
The train near our house
cried out mournfully.
Screaming nooooo
every day.
And no one listens
nobody understands.
That it fears
its destination.
I wish I could stand up
make it stop.
Because the screaming
hurts my heart.
If it didn't stop for me,
at least I wouldn't have to hear
that terrible sound
ever again.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Hello?
"Is Andrew home?"
This is him speaking.
"Heyyy. It's me ______"
Oh hey ______
"I need your help..."
Ok? Are you hurt?
"I'm..... Well I'm not hurt yet...."
I can come over if you'd like.
"No you wouldn't like to see me like this."
Her speech is slurred...
Are you drunk?
"No I don't drink. I'm high though. Hehe."
I'm coming there right now.
"No... no you.. you can stay. I have my friend here with me."
Who is your friend?
"Calabar."
Who's that?
"Calabar. You know? 22 Calabar. He used to be your friend."
Put it down. I'm on my way.
"Whatever."
dial tone.....
Where are you!?
"In my room... Come find me."
As I walk up the stairs, Bang
Nooooo!!!!!
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
My heart has become a revolving door,
Don’t know who I am anymore.
Feel like I’m empty to the core,
Never satisfied, always wanting more.
How can it be?
That the richest person,
Can still be poor?
My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!
Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!
I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!
Trapped in my mind,
With these mines all around me.
Let out a cry for help,
Hoping someone comes and finds me.
I’m so broken and so lost.
Yeah I’m lonely.
Not designed to be confined,
With these thoughts of suicide,
Yeah they haunt me.
And I know it’s unhealthy,
To keep all these emotions locked inside,
Because I know it’ll **** me.
But it’s hard to open up,
To those who don’t even know the real me.
Especially when I don’t even know,
Who the hell is the real me.
Don’t even know the real me.
Trapped in a prison,
Of my own making.
Caged to the world,
Curled up into a ball,
Overthinking my flaws,
It can be so, **** grating!
My hearts become a jigsaw,
How much more can it keep breaking?
And when I close my eyes,
Apart of me hopes,
that I wont be reawakening.
Wondering when I lost the ability,
Of chasing dreams?
Wondering when was the last time I smiled,
And it actually meant something?
My minds a minefield,
But I’m not prepared for war.
Nooooo, woah oo yeah.
Was not prepared for war!
Yeah, I’m trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!
I’m just trapped in a war!
Trapped in a war!
Yeah, Yeah!
Feeling empty,
Yet always wanting more,
Always wanting more.
Yeah, yeah!
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 10:28 PM UTC
So, this is
sadness...is it?
Everything & Nothing
at the one and the same time.
Simultaneously even.
Grief: smells like
Loss.
But, then. . .
Loss: smells like
Grief.
Anger tastes like
aghhhhhhhhhh!!
biting the tip of
one's tongue.
Blood flecked
across front teeth.
You:
are present
only by
your
absence.
Your absence much much
more realer than
your presence.
Time: un-picks me...
. . . un-stitches me
& I fall
apart at the seams.
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
someone says.
DO'NT...make me...laugh.
I, "Bah, Humbug it!"
getting my festivities
in a twist.
It was the worst of times..
it is...the worst of times.
I have become
the statue of
mine own un-
-happiness.
I cry pigeon ****
tears
as lovers kiss
beneath my plinth.
"CLINKKLANKCLINK!"
the ghost of you
returning to haunt
me in cliché
the memories of Times
Past.
"Mwaaah...humbug!"
we exchange the one humbug
with a kiss and a kiss
until the kiss
resolves it
dissolves it.
"No...Nooooo more Memory
no more!"
I, the very Scrooge
of Love.
The early Spring air
decorating itself with
the laughter of children.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
I don't want to do it
You can't make me
I can and I will
I am your dark side
Quit messing with me
I am a good person
No, you are not
I control you, everything you do
I will turn you off
I will not listen to you
You can't do it
You are too afraid
No, get out of my head
You will not destroy me
Pick up that blade
and turn off the lights, I will make you sleep
This is only a dream
Stop it, Stop it, Stop it
I am still here
You will sleep when I say
Nooooo!!! I will not
I am wide awake
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
In my beginning some thing created this purposeless mess that stands before you
Knowing my best would never be enough and still pushed me through like some kind of fuuck you
To who?
To the future me, to the tragedy I'd become ultimately?
That's a ridiculously high baggage fee
Especially for baggage bestowed upon me
If there's nothing he can't do then none of this is how it had to be
But nooooo,
He had to go and put in that god ****** fruit tree
©2024
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 4:16 PM UTC
Again the dream creeps in....
It's a gray dreary day
The sky is crying just like every
one else there that I dare look at
Leaves are falling down dancing
In the wind until they land on the ground
I see a hole and dirt beside it
I hear someone talking a male's voice
but I cannot understand what
or who they are talking about
Then a chill sweeps over me
As a sudden realization about where
I am hits me as my sisters squeeze my hands
One on each side of me and I scream
out and say NOOOOO
Momma doesn't want to be all alone
A silent prayer is lost in the wind
As they lower the casket
I start to feel weighted down
and start slipping from
The grip of my sisters and my family
People are talking to me but it feels as
if I'm in a tunnel and they are a long way off
Then I feel dirt being thrown on me
I think this isn't right why am I in the hole
Momma cannot breathe
Now I cannot breathe
and then... I wake up
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
The First Mowing in Spring – Inspection Tour
Interior Dialogue
or
Why is That Old Man Talking to Himself?
V: Have I left that shovel outside since fall?
R: Your ol’ daddy would say something about that!
V: I could have sworn I put that hose away.
R: Obviously, you didn’t. And what a mess.
V: Pretty little ground flowers – shame to mow them
R: Shame if you don’t – later, they’ll choke the grass
V: Where is the copper cap for that corner post?
R: I told you to use lots more glue, but nooooo
V: You got anything good to say this morning?
R: Well, ain’t it grand to see another spring!
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
So, I've been climbing for a good while now.
Actively climbing for 6 months and progressing quite fast.
Which is great. Before that I had hit a so-called rock bottom.
Now, I'm at a place which has a plateau, there's a bit more room here.
Got a couch and tv, which is ******* amazing.
A ladder leads up to the outside world, big and scary.
But you know..
I'm still struggling a bit with myself. Still need to do more mentally digging
but hey, at least I took that **** foot out of my grave.
Kinda wondering why I put it there in the first place but whatever. Details.
So yesterday I went outside, back to my old room to grab a flashlight.
Because I want to look down in the hole. It's so cramped in there I actually never got to see the bottom. So what the **** is there?
My stepdad got one of those police flashlights, the black iron ones.
I borrowed it, went back to my comfort zone and looked down the hole.
I couldn't see the bottom but what I could see was:
- Lack of acknowledgment
- Lack of assertiveness
- Disconnected from emotions
Which I knew, I've been there and I'm still working on those things.
But still feeling an obstacle, I've missed what those three things boil down to.
That answer should be at the bottom right?
So the next day I grabbed some binoculars and looked at the bottom.
rejection it said.
Wait what?
Oh **** no! Just.. no. Nooooo.. nope nope nope nope. I sat down on the couch. The monologue I had in myself was wild.
"So.. You're telling me that everything I do, my entire vision of harmony and connection with others and the behaviour that comes with it is a coping strategy to deal with the amount of rejection I have faced in my current life so far? Really?!
Wait hold up, how many times did I actually get rejected? Let's write this down.
...... okay, so the entire page is full.
How many people did I actually reject? Crap I can count that on one hand.
So I got rejected so many times that I reject nobody anymore because I know how much it hurts? Well yeah.. Well, how does that make you feel? What do you mean how does that make me feel? ******* ****** frustrated, angry, it's all a bunch of ******* ******** Memories of times when I got rejected come ******* flooding in like right at this exact rant.
Take a deep breath. **** you. It's just too crazy. I reject myself the right to reject others. And now I gotta learn how to hurt people. ******* Pointless.
And that's exactly why you got to learn it. **** my life. Yep, you're ******
And for you who read this. For the sake of myself.
Go **** a ****
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 5:23 AM UTC
I have kept it safe,
locked in my safe.
Preserved it with care.
Not a speck of dust,
no evidence of a fungus.
Yet I'm uneasy.
You see,I can't sleep.
They'll come for it.
They'll come after me.
I've got to hide it.
I take it in a casket,
cushioned and conditioned.
I wear a hood to cover my face.
I run through the masses,
through the cleaning robots.
In the future,a lot has changed.
They've stopped making them
saying they're bad for health.
But people still crave them.
And I have the last one.
I run into a dark alley,
open the lid to make sure.
A whiff escapes out.
The man in the corner catches it.
He starts coming towards me.
I walk away fast...
"He's got it",he yells.
People stare at me.
Start coming at me.
I take to my heels.
They're behind me.
Come from the side streets.
They're everywhere!!!!
I run through the trees,
run up a mountain.
They've cornered me.
No place to run.
Guns in their hands.
I take a step back and
I trip on a stone.
The casket opens and
it comes flying out...
and falls down into the abyss..
NOOOOO!!!!My precious!!!!
The last brownie!!!!!
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
10 pm Beer and Music
11 pm Liquor
12 am Dancing
1 am Beer, Liquor, and Dancing
2 am Bad dancing
3 am Arguing
4 am Crying
5 am Kissing and the rest
6 am Sleep
11 am Nooooo!!!!!
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Last Christmas I gave "him" my heart
But the very next day
He ignored me ,,,
Why does this haveeee to happen to meee
Thought I was someone special
Special Lalaallalalalalalalallalala
I'm hiding from you cause you don't feel the sameeee
Wayyy Oh nooooo
lalalalala Oh lalalalalalal
I thought you were someone to mee
Like a friend that I knew
I guess I need a shoulder to cry on nowwww
Who could that beee
That nice person for meeeee
I'll never give anymore gifts (arts and crafts)
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Dam girl give me some space
I just hit level 25 get out my face.
What you know this game is the bomb,
Just give me a moment or be gone.
Baby I know you want attention,
But leave that till the lives are dead.
I love you puppy but ill put you down now gone,
Kisses on the check, I just lost 50points....
Baby this is not our time, my friends are on,
A door slams shut, XBOX OFF, Nooooo.......
I just lost the match, so close now gone,
Game over, I just lost love but I lost the bonus gone.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
It's either a whisper or an outburst
Either way it's done on purpose to make the target uncomfortable.
The target is better off not to hear any of those bullying comments,
although they hurt either way.
SHHHHH make sure she just gets our bullying point...
We're too smart to incriminate ourselves.
SNIDE & SHARP
BIG & SMALL
Those bricks pile higher and higher to build the target a big, strong invisible prison.
BE STRONG, DON'T SAY A WORD
SHUT YOUR EYES, YOUR MOUTH & SANITY OFF!!!
While the bullies dreaming the target can't sleep.
They collect the weak and meek or those who won't fight.
If you can't beat em' do you join 'em?
You know if you try to fight 'em you're bound to be next right?
It's wrong So wrong
So hurtful & damaging
ANXIETY, STRESS, PANIC & PUKE why not add some more to boot?
STROKES & SEIZURES, ULCERS & BOOZE...why are the good ones the ones who lose?
Is this how giving, caring & loving humans are treated?
Oh nooooo, not here....we preach respect then abuse it!
The bully is there no matter what, if you don't join them they lose their power! KNOW IT! LIVE IT! Don't take the cheap, easy & morally wrong road!
BOW, COW & FOLLOW OR
GROW UP, STAND UP, STEP UP & STICK UP!
Don't let anyone change who you are inside
Because from yourself you cannot hide!
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC