"oxi" poems
I tried on the dress I wore last prom
And I panicked
I didn’t even wash it after that night
For fear of it getting ruined
Fear
Anxiety
Nervousness
They’ve stained it
Not even Oxi-Clean could get those out
That dress was already tight as is
Black and suffocating
I was a wreck that night
Full of fear, anxiety, and nervousness
It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
I tried on the shirt I wore in September
And I was hopeful
Of course I washed it after that evening
I bathed myself too
Hope
Love
Safety
They’ve stained it
Not even Clorox could get those out
That shirt was tight and revealing as is
Vulnerable and mustard yellow
I was happy that night
Full of hope, love, and safety
It spilt from my sweat-glands, I stained it
With these two pieces of clothing
on at once
Six stains are upon me
Fear, anxiety, nervousness, hope, love, safety
I fear that it could end, I hope that it will not
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Carpenter hands
Painter's pants
Shirts stained with
Tough white - marks that
Stump even Billy Mayes
(this poem not endorsed by Oxi-Clean, the easy stain remover)
But that's okay -
It gives you character
The way that each pizza
Crust has a different flavor
Texture, color, thickness
It's all a new experience
Right?
Soft-white glow of your
Phone at night
The window to the left
Letting in the streetlight
It's nice, you and I
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
I’m stubborn, I know
So don’t try to change me
Oh baby, those blue eyes
They see right through me
I just need some oxi from my baby
You’re so far away
It’s driving me crazy
I think I’m fallin’ for you
Oh yes, I’ve fallen hard for you
We don’t know how to trust the same
But it’s okay
If we get into a fight
Let’s hit pause and never hit play
Don’t make this a game
Please talk to me the same
Oh how is this going to work
We both can be such jerks
But I love it, it’s so amazing
Yes, we’re going to be misunderstood
I think I’m fallin’ for you
Oh yes, I’ve fallen hard for you
We don’t know how to trust the same
But it’s okay
I’m loving you
I think you feel the same too
I promise
I promise
To cherish you
Protect you
Love you
Hold you
If you would
Treat me like it’s understood
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
*Where goest thou my sullied Grecian Princes?
Where takest thee now, thy perfect soul?
Dost thou ken the sharpened knives are drawn to blood thee
To slice thy tomorrows, rent un-whole.
Dost thou know thy tangled gambles are undone now
The visigoths, then angered, are now wild.
Preparing to dismember thee completely,
Preparing to dessicate thee now my child.
Who will sing thy piteous song of supplication?
Who will bid to share thy brimming cup of blame?
Whence are they who once proffered compensation?
….Vanished one and all… in crimson puffs of flame.
Hollow now the howls of lost redemption,
Empty now expressions of regret,
Gone are all the notes of promissory
Blown about the halls in winds of cold forget.*
M.
6 July
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC