"ohmy" poems
oh mygod,ohmy god
stop ******* talking about your martyr complex
some of us arent enjoying this
(THE STATE OF BEING INFERIOR)
(it's okay, dont worry about that weird taste in your mouth
it goes away after a few hours)
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
My brain is filled with static
I feel like I'm not here
I feel no pain
I feel no pleasure
How can I tell if I exist...
All I can hear is white noise
runningthroughmyhead
softsoftfuzzfuzz
All I can see is blurs of color
greenandwhitesandbrowns
ohmy
All I can smell is nonexistant
airrushesthroughholes
nothinghappens
All I can feel is without reaction
dryhandscoldteeth
don'tcaredon'tcare
All I can taste is tasteless
coatofliquidonmytongue
pleasantunpleasantneutral
Maybe this is what it's like to be. Or not be.
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
And ohmy
your lips are so
sweet and smooth and wet and soft and
gentle.
And I'm considering the possibility that maybe
you're all I need.
Ever,
forever.
That maybe,
no definitely,
you are my smile when I wake up in the morning,
you are my sigh before I fall asleep.
And you make me so happy that I
scream
and
do happy dances
and
wonder how I ever lived without you.
You give me that sort of choking happy feeling in my throat
and it feels like the joy is about to come bursting out.
And I love falling asleep with
the faint smell of your cologne in my hair
and
the taste of your lips still on mine.
And when you laugh and lean in for a kiss,
I still sometimes marvel.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:25 AM UTC