"ouster" poems
Stella told us she was bi.
I stared down at my oysters,
covered in parmesan,
taste like the ***** in Frenchtown.
With my silken tongue,
flicked another from its
shell, let the goo drip
down my lip, and run
up my wrist.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 4:35 AM UTC
Your
gorgeous brown eyes...
Make me cry,
they hold so much
deep inside.
You're a ouster
and I'm your pearl.
You consume me
as my life
turns to hell.
Hold me tight
just to say
goodbye.
Kiss my heart
as it melts
and burns
my
throat.
Look at me
in the eyes
and tell me
that you miss
me.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
May the road rise to meet you, wherever you may go. As a new life begins to unfold, down a path you may not know. Carry with you your loving memories, of childhood ambitions. And never forget those joys you felt as you begin a new transition. Into a world of uncertain freedoms; filled with laughter, anger and tears. The same world of unbridled laughter, that may bring out your darkest fears. But worry not of the bad things, for the good will overcome. In this new life you’ll make for yourself, one very far from hum-drum. A life filled with new people, filled with new memories and new friends. Those you will love forever, and hold onto till bitter end. But forget not those whom you left behind, in the dust of new beginnings. For a life of higher education, and some more competitive swimming. For these people you leave momentarily, are more then just your kin. They are your backbone when times are hard, and your cheering squad for when you win. They are your break from all the studying when finals have you down. They are your source of inspiration, when life’s bright colors have turned to brown. You will have your good days, and you will have your bad. You will be happy one minute, and the next you’re sad. You will have your days alone, and your days you wish you were. You’ll have your sober nights, and those of too much liquor. And the next day, when your head’s about to explode. You will have learned a valuable lesson, and continue down life’s winding road. A road with mountainous hills and twisting turns. You may fall down a bit, but that’s no call for concern. Because you’re the type of person who will never say ‘when’. You’ll get up time after time, again and again. With your determination setting you apart, only to bring others together with your companionate heart. The world is your ouster, as cliché as it sounds. You could even leap tall buildings in a single bound. With the talents you have, and your loving heart. The possibilities are endless, I wouldn’t know where to start. So I wish you good luck, in all your endeavors. And hope you find love, whenever and wherever. But remember just this as you walk through the halls, of Illinois State University this coming fall. Life is a challenge, but can be fun too. Remember your friends and family; and there’s nothing you can’t do.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 9:43 PM UTC
Freedom or liberty, whatever your name exactly is.
How subjective your nature truly is,
There are those whom for you are willing to ouster life,
yet another group which accepts to give you away as an exchange,
oh a rather foolish one it is.
They believe,
they will never care for as long,
their well fare is not threatened, dangered,
at stake, or being labeled in a gamble, to be priced, so to speak.
Oh, how every single one of us, pillagers, poets,
murderers, lawyers, painters, doctors, musicians.
They all adore and crave for you!
Most of them do as they please indeed, indeed they can,
others have forsaken, all hope of meeting you ever again,
that is in fact, what hell feels truly like, usual yet so tormenting,
and all you are able to do is to weep, to mourn and
to dwell in eternal woes.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC