"ohmygod" poems
Somehow, I managed to get to my thirties
without eating a cherry --- a fresh one, anyway,
raw, untamed, unshelved, and forgodssake,
unmarischinoed.
I had them in pies, gooey, sickening, too much
syrup, and in sundaes --- again, not real, a turn-off,
saw people tie the stems in knots,
I had the impression, I think, that if people
had to do all the things they do with cherries
to make them flavorful, they must be really
**** straight out of the bag.
I made my mind up that they were unpleasant
and I would have nothing to do with them.
Even, or especially, in chocolate-covered cherries,
which my mother loved, so I wanted to love,
I could at best eat the chocolate around that
thick viscous sugary embryonic fluid
wherein lay the embittered, unborn and unloved cherry
and not the coveted prize.
So imagine that day when, careless at a cocktail
party, or at someone's house, hungry, I nibbled
at a fresh one, deep red and whole, gingerly working
my way around the stem and coming awake
to ohmygod what have I been missing all these years?
They still seem brand new now, every time, a delicacy,
something wealthy people indulge in and so not really
belonging to my world. They beg for the company
of wine and the most delicate cheeses, they ask to be shared
and doted on. The keep revealing themselves,
on the plate, unadorned, and they keep reminding me
to try something else that I have never tasted,
like complete and utter honesty, or looking at myself
naked, without judgment, even at the innermost
feminine parts, upside down with a mirror until I see why
they say making love for the first time is giving away
your cherry.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Don't ever get used to the person you love
Be amazed every day at their hand in yours
There are bones in that hand, strong yet fragile bones
And they're wrapped around yours, your bones
Strong yet fragile
And you've had those same bones for a very long time
So long that you've grown used to them
You've grown with them
Because for a very long time they were all you had
But now they grip onto another hand
Another set of bones
And ohmygod they'rereallythere
In your hand
And you don't know these bones as well as you ignore your own
So marvel at them everyday
For as long as it's taken you to know your own
Because that hand full of bones is just a fraction of what you love
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC
tears fall
trace the lines
and planes of faces
hurt
pain
shock
like dark, wretched storm
screams rip
sobs cry
fear wrenches
ohmygod
ohmygod
ohmygod
not again
not again
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Why are women like god?
Creatures made of stardust.
Shining.
Brilliantly, radiant.
Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.
I burn.
I burst.
I break.
Encompassing every part of my soul.
Feel the noise.
Feel the joys.
Feel me.
Touch every part of me I hide.
Reach your hands into my rib cage and grab hold of my heart.
I've always liked your art.
Words are often like fighting.
Fighting flighting demons within.
Yourself.
You.
Stand tall and be.
Believe.
Sometimes you don't need to see.
It's a feeling.
It's a feeling.
That feeling is me.
It's like hopelessness and hope.
On your worst days, you pray to just cope.
Everything is everything.
Everything is nothing.
It's all around us.
It's all around us.
Spinning worlds of wisdom
And truth.
The truth is.
The truth is a lie.
I'll live with my secrets until I die.
Open mouth, closed eyes.
Feel me.
Free me.
Seeing is believing.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
i'm all dressed up
with nowhere to go
so i'll stay in bed
and put on my own show
i'll close my eyes
and turn on my mind
and picture you
in a tux so fine
the night will be dark
the stars lit
not a worry in sight
not one little bit
you'll offer your arm
i'll take it with grace
ohmyGod, the look on your face!
you can't take your eyes off me
i'm a lovely sight
dress so fitting
curls so tight
we'll dance upon
the hardwood floor
the moon it'll shine
but not as bright as those eyes of yours
we'll dance to the music
what a sweet lullaby
nothing could ruin this moment
go ahead, try!
my arm is on
your shoulders so broad
your hands around my waist
i like it quite a lot
no, like isn't the correct word
i love it, i do
i love how i feel
when i'm with you
the night will never end
and my hair will not frizz
your smile shan't waver
we'll never get tired of this
alas, however, somebody turns on the light
my mind must close
my eyes must open
i feel as if i can still smell you on my clothes
but i have been awakened
from my precious thoughts
back to reality
like gun fired shots
i'm still in my best dress
my makeup and my heels
however there's something different
something different I feel
it's as if I've already
lived this night to the fullest
it's as if i really got to show off the fact
that i was well dressed
and this has made me realize
realize the truth
I'd give up every night partying in real life
to spend even a moment in my dreams with you
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
im feeling super anxious and on the edge ohmygod
i wish it was over i wish the pain would stop
get out of my head i know i dont have any friends anymore
and whatever im lonely and sick of it i want things to be better
but it never will be i miss her so much i miss having someone to talk to
i hate this feeling being alone every second of everyday it never ends
no one cares to be that pathetic excuse of a girl that
i used to be so sorry for me but no one cares to talk about it
walking the halls daring to open my mouth everything
i say is stupid adds on to my labels that everyone knows but
no one cares to talk about it to
look me in the eye and see what's going on inside.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
ohmygod
ohmygod
pull me into a broom closet
urgent and hot
your mouth open to me
as stars fall
in your touch
waves crash
eons wink
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Episode Three
of......
We still havent come with a name for our show
OHMIBOD
OHMYGOD
the things we do
in the dead of night
SAIL
Tiny hampsters
tiny Burritos
NINJA STALKER KITTY
Youtube
is a great friend
Switching rooms
Together again
Episode four is just begging to be made.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Holy ****
Holy ******* ohmygod where the **** have you been my whole life?
Good gorgeous holy God.
Is this really happening?
Do you really exist?
Do you mean to say that you really actually genuinely exist?
This is incredible!
How have you been here this whole time and I've just had no idea?
This whole time!?
It hardly seems fair,
but I don't even care anymore;
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter because you're here now.
Turns out that life was only pretending to be cruel and unjust and ugly before.
Turns out that it was all just the the set-up to the biggest and greatest revelation that anyone in the history of the world has ever experienced.
Turns out that every disgrace, every bad choice, every ache and pain endured was all worthwhile;
For your face.
Your voice.
Your smile.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
Ohmygod
I'm sick of this
You know what I mean?
People who are purposely cookie cutter &
Afraid. If you step out the lines, someone
May not approve. I'm gonna say this again in
Different form.
If you're in this for approval, you may be diagnosed with: someone else's life
Side effects include: not living for yourself, depending on others, and being too scared to grow.
They say "youlaughcausesomethingilaugh because you're all the samestayweirdbedifferent"
And ohmygod I've heard it all before and it doesn't end
They tell each other to be different all in the same voice
DoyouknowwhatImean
Oh no I'm not searching for approval
But I don't mind respect, but
I won't beg for your time
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
my room is perfect
just me, my plants, and my lasagna.
the perfect song plays in the background and i hear footsteps up the stairs
normally i can tell who it is by the way it sounds
but i dont recognize the rhythm
huh. weird.
just as im wiping sauce off my face i look up
ohmygoditsyouandyourestandingrightthereohmygodyourelookingatme
and at the delicious red mess all over my face.
a million questions race through my head:
*why is he here
why is he just standing there
why is he smiling
why wont he look away from me*
"that smells really good"
*what the heck does that mean
quick, say something cute!!!!*
"ha yah its my favorite"
*i said cute, you idiot, what the **** was that
p.s. dont forget to breathe*
"can i come in? your room is really cool..."
he walks in and looks around.
ohmygodhesinmyroom
"thanks. its like my little bubble of peace and good vibes and contentment..."
stop rambling
"thats cool. woah... theres like, plants everywhere"
"yah, i really like plants. how theyre so green and how they grow..."
he looks at me.
*ohmygod he thinks im a total ******
"theyre everywhere... its really beautiful"
he looks at me.
BREATHE
"so what are you doing here?"
"I was just on my way to work and passed by and, well..."
he looks down, blushes and smiles. he looks up at me.
"i saw your light was on, so i figured id say hi. and ive... never actually seen your room before so..."
I smile at him, and for once, my mind is quiet.
"i should go. ill be late..."
he turns to leave.
"hey, thanks for stopping by! its so nice to see you..."
silence. eye contact.
offer to-
"do you want some lasagna? you know, to take with you?"
-or that
he smiles and laughs. my heart swells.
"that's okay. but-"
i smile again.
"could i come by for dinner sometime?"
YES YES YES YES-
i say calmly, "of course. stop by anytime"
silence. more eye contact.
"bye"
"see you soon"
...
AAAAHHHGGGKJLKJDLIIXB
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC