"paramore" poems
Late nights in your car, listening to turnover and drinking coffee.
For the longest time I was that girl in the Paramore shirt and converse.
Eventually you asked me my name and to be friends.
Friends didn't last long due to the fact that we clicked instantly.
From music to mannerisms we were in sync.
When I think of you, I smell coffee and cigarettes.
I feel warm knowing I'll always have your jacket and arms to keep me warm.
I'm always cold because I know we're both terrified to lose each other.
But when I started to drift from you for the first time, you didn't say anything because you didn't want to be over-barring.
After a while you caved and finally told me you missed me.
But what I miss, is the way it feels when you hugged me and i breathed in your scent.
When you touch me, I have no thoughts, all I hear is complete silence.
I'm always nervous but more calm than ever with you.
You know my struggles and have seen my scars but still tell me its okay and I'm beautiful anyways.
I like the way your eyes light up when you talk about the new sextape single; your smile is contagious.
You say I make you jealous when I talk about all the boys who've touched me,
But no one is more jealous than me when I think about all the girls you've held and told THEM that you LOVED THEM.
I don't think I can handle us being "friends" much longer.
Every time I'm with you I go to grab your hand but never reach it because I'm scared for your hand to slip out of mine.
I never thought of my future because I'd rather be dead, but if you're with me, being alive doesn't sound too bad.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
And i would listen to paramore
to find those words i relate to
And i would turn the volume up
to numb the pain
The drums rock my mind
In tune with my heartbeat
As i scream out the lyrics
Those words i yearn to tell you
With the strums and guitar riffs
Which my heartstrings play out
I keep paramore on play
To express and numb it all more
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
Today we started over,
And it became easier for me to breathe,
It felt like i found a seven leaved clover,
I feel completely reprieved.
Now i can work at fixing things,
Instead of driving myself insane,
Thinking we'd never be the same,
And now that we are starting again,
I hope i can take back everything i said,
Let's act like i never liked you.
We were always perfect strangers,
And now we want to try and be friends.
Let's believe,
I didn't like you in that way,
I never said I love you,
You were never the one thing always on my mind,
And you have never made me cry,
Or ask myself why,
I've never lost myself in your eyes,
My heart never held a flame for you.
All of that never happened,
Because we were always perfect strangers.
I've never talked to you before,
I don't know you like 'Where every you will go by The Calling,'
I have no clue your favorite animal is a dog,
I don't know if you like purple,
Or if you like paramore.
Because we have never talked before,
We have always been perfect strangers.
And most important of it all,
You have never seen me,
At my worst,
The incident never happened,
We never had that problem.
Because you didn't see me,
And we are still perfect strangers.
Now my dear,
We have started again,
Strike up a conversation,
After all we are perfect strangers,
Who know what we'll find out,
We might fall after all,
But don't just sit there in silence,
Otherwise we might always be perfect strangers,
And i don't know a greater loss,
Then never getting to know an amazing stranger,
Like you....
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 5:18 AM UTC
Waiting at the Bus Stop
I'm sitting in the back of the bus where the heater is and I'm gazing into the isle of the bus. The heat is very strong, it's not very comfortable but neither is my position. My tangled dark blue track earphones are trying their best to blast "Move Along" by All American Rejects from my 3rd generation iPhone that sits in my flannel pocket. My friend in the seat next to me is reading Grendel while blasting Paramore, the freshman in the front of the bus are fooling around, once the bus goes over a *** hole they fly back into their place. Two seats infornt of me there are two girls sitting next to each other, probillily talking about a boy or how great the swim meet was. Th bus starts to go up my life threatening hill, many car crashes happen here. When we get to my stop I stand up mid drive, I feel like I'm surfing. And when the bus comes to it's sudden stop, I jolt back because I know I will fall. I walk down the isle of backpacks and freshman looking at me as if I was a big tough guy, I'm only 5 foot I would say. When I get off and cross our road, my dog is waiting for me. I start to cry. Kids should be allowed that right to be able to come home and see their dog waiting for them at the bus stop.
Prayers for Newtown
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
"All I Want" (A Day To Remember)
is for "You And I" (Anarbor)
to "Shine On" (Jet)
but it's not "All About Us" (He Is We, ft. Owl City)
and "If I Leave" (A Day To Remember)
will you come "And Run" (He Is We)
"A Thousand Miles" (Vanessa Carlton)
with me "When The Darkness Comes" (Colbie Caillat)
but let's not "Blame It On The Rain" (He Is We)
and don't think that my "Darkside" (Kelly Clarkson)
exists just to "Prove You Wrong" (He Is We)
I know "It's Complicated" (A Day To Remember)
but "Since U Been Gone" (A Day To Remember cover)
I've been feeling like your "Number One Enemy" (Daisy Dares You, ft Chipmunk)
and all I want to do is write you a "Love Song" (Sara Bareilles)
to show you that I'm "Still Into You" (Paramore)
So don't think that "Big Yellow Taxi" (Counting Crows)
is going to be your "Savior" (Rise Against)
but "Here It Goes Again" (Ok Go)
so don't think about "Everything I'm Not" (The Veronicas)
while I just sit here with "My Shiny Teeth And Me" (Chip Skylark)
trying to catch "Fireflies" (Owl City)
in a jar shaped like a "Skyscraper" (Demi Lovato)
so don't act like "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" (REM)
because in "One Week" (The Barenaked Ladies)
we'll all just be "Heroes And Thieves" (Vanessa Carlton)
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Take the stones that break your bones
And build a house that is a home
Etch your eyes into the mirrors
So you can see yourself clearer
Drag your hands across the walls
Walk your paramore through the halls
Walk up to the attic and rehash old memories
Of adolescence, music, and psychedelic drugs
Run through the forest of trees that surround your house
and bring you to your knees
Take the stones that break your bones
and build a house, that makes you feel at home
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
i've been to enough shows to know how people act
when I saw Three Days Grace, people seemed to
avoid each other at all costs
when I saw chevelle, the room was filled with nostalgia
however, I was far too young to understand
I just loved their music, and the way they arranged words
when I saw New Found Glory, I made a friend
People were goofy, fun to be around
when I saw Paramore, there was so many people
no one really cared to interact, but the one girl
who held my camera up for me because I'm not tall enough
when I saw of mice & men, with Bring Me The Horizon
everyone was so full of energy, and took care of each other
and in all these places, and being surrounded
by all these strangers
it all felt like family
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
Set me on fire like a wooden mirror
full fledged desire a night seen so clear
a moonlit night, but try as I might
a paramore, a beauty, a sultry sight
skeletal trees imposing upon our sleep
we're taken apart and thrown to the breeze.
can't you see? with the smoke in your lungs
and the fires burning us down
In the longing of a falling star
A cascade of near and far
these blackened lungs with a blackened heart
will soothe us all or tear us apart
Trying, but if I should fail
scratch me with your fingernails
leave me scars I can't erase
even if my mind's forgotten your face
bite deeply into my skin
give me just one more sin
kiss my lips until they're blue
perhaps i'm falling for you
light me up and burn me down
steal away my only crown
follow birds into the far
leave me with only these scars
I'll trace your body with my tongue
blow smoke in my blackened lungs
Make me feel I've been so numb
I'll make your heart beat like a drum
inhale me like your cigarettes
kiss me like i'm your last breath
dig your nails into my back,
grey burned lungs soon to collapse
Inhale me like your cigarettes
kiss me like I'm your last breath
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
datta, dayadhvam, damyata.
give, sympathize, control.
Three words the thunder said repetitively,
none of the men understood.
Every time he roared "DA",
they did hear,
but they did not listen.
The thunder persistently continued,
men finally understood through experience.
"DA"- whispered the thunder,
and the father listened.
Datta - it meant to give his daughter away to her paramore.
"DA"- he said once more,
the farmer listened.
Dayadhvam- it meant to sympathize when he saw the starving man.
"DA" - the thunder will roar for the last time,
and this time,
all of mankind will listen.
Damyata - control your mind and peace shall be yours forever
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Vividly those memories stayed in my mind.
Of how he was before he changed.
How he love to watch soccer live in the stadium.
Better than on tv, even if it's raining.
How he enjoys listening to Paramore, even if he had to save up to buy their album.
How he adore little kids.
Even if he don't know how to play with them.
How he love eating icecream.
Even on rainy cold weather.
How he enjoys playing video games.
Even if he had bunch of other works to do.
How he adore cats.
Even if he had allergic with them.
And...
How he love to make me smile.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands
The minstrels bello and promenade
Causing youths to parody
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands
Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day meh paramour our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call
I will burn it into meh mind
The energy of your shape across the horizon
And the heavens beyond
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands
Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day mah paramore our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call
Flowing with nimbus a bird of pray scours midgaurd
Caught in torrents a mariner catches fleeting glimpses of midgaurd
Bird of prey stiring air the torrents becomes untenable
Inch toward shore and grasp it to understand it's only soil
With the potential of our end millenarian revelations come within our grasp
However faced with dread nightmares and the vastness of time
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands
Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day meh paramour our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
I had gone the whole day
for the first time ever
without
thinking about you.
Well,
almost.
I went to check my inbox
and noticed you texted me.
You texted me.
I was just getting over you.
I thought we were done
talking.
But you sent me a text saying
"This is how I feel about you"
with a song connected.
I listened
on the verge of tears;
the crying words of Paramore
reached towards my chest
broke my ribs
and clenched my heart
tightly
in its gentle hand.
At first
Pain
surged through my body.
Then
Warmth
caressed my whole being.
Pain
because of past emotions
rising from the
deepest
most secretive
parts of my heart.
Warmth
because the thought of
He still cares.
So I texted back,
we talked for a little while.
And I
cherished
every
single
word.
Because it was the first time
in months
where he wasn't
bitter
angry
and sad.
He was happy
and he had moved on.
Which made me happy
because
I finally got some closure that
all is good,
I guess.
But when he said good night.
All the happiness
All the Warmth
left the night with him.
And I was just left with
pain
and emptiness.
Love Hurts.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
#11 | Heartbreak in Hatfield
We made passionate love during that one autumn night in Pretoria.
Our relationship had its flaws but we always got high off the euphoria.
Somehow the best part of me was always you, but you’re gone now and I’m always feeling blue.
It was a Friday night on April 1st, I guess I was a fool for falling for you and believing all you said was true.
You may have forgotten me ever since I’ve been away but I waited on you for too many days since February.
Why did you settle for a takeaway when you knew you would’ve had the world on a silver platter?
Now that you’ve left, I realised how you were right when you said that I deserve someone better.
But where is this “better” that you constantly spoke about days before you broke up with me?
I cannot seem to find it; I even went back to Hatfield several months ago to see if I had missed something.
I have been MIA on love ever since you’ve been away; I waited on you for too many days since February.
Or maybe it was May, but you don’t care and I don’t remember because maybe it doesn’t matter anyway.
Or anymore and lately I’ve been zoning out to Paramore and getting high off paper planes than ever before.
Somehow the best part of me was always you, but you’re gone now and I’m always feeling blue.
I guess I was a fool for falling for you and believing all you said was true.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
"One day, my baby, one day..."
Earphones blaring
Is anyone staring?
I'm looking and glaring
My life is a reflection
Different sensations
Forbidden temptations
In abundance, oh oh in abundance.
Late nights of foreplay
More days of who says
Paramore is punk rock
Nah, man--I'd hate to be that sanctimonious ***** but
**** my ****
Para para para
A ground for me to stand on
As my heart continues to waver on to the pacific sea.
"Dope, shoot it up--straight to the heart please."
Yes, this is me--the girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul.
No cigarettes lit
No fathers hit.
Nirvana shirt crumpled for a Queen
Capris & Chicken Legs
Tattered flip flops
Hair more unkempt than ever.
You know what?
**** my **** **** my **** **** my ****
Dangerous and courageous
Yeah--no that it is not who I am
A girl who just discovered her inner jezebel
Or a girl who understands hell?
I want to be one of you all
I want to be a lover this fall*
A dreamer, a painter, a believer.
Blasting Cobain's voice under my shaggy hair
Jack Kerouac's truth shining through
His words give comfort.
"Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable"
Schizophrenic, psychotic
Lithium, H.M.
"For once I'm just gonna live".
Thanks to men like you, thanks to women like you
The girl with unkempt hair and a messy soul
Messier souls and more unkempt hair days await her
She may smile softly or bite in another 'sorry!'
But she's....moving on.
Thank you, U.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
The course of two years
didn't come cheap
We spilt blood and money
Because living isn't free
Neither is dying
you said to me
So we hang onto our bittersweet
memories
Singing Paramore
into an empty sea
Bring more bottles home to me
at least I can press my lips to them
and remember
how you kissed me
Your alcoholism is killing you
My dreams go with you
into our placid sea
may the sweet lord
recognize you
your body
has been the cost of living
two years
didn't come cheap
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 7:55 PM UTC
Up down, up down
round and round
zig zags
and a little bit of throw up
and you have life
it's fun
but it's also a *****
but what i've learned so far is...
be a bigger *****
look it in the face and say
i know the ******** that your gonna throw my way
but im invisible and im gonna kick your ***
and then do it
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
I just came from the cafeteria. In a shocking twist,
I have to actually meet people, I mean, can you imagine?
And we have group projects, my least favorite thing,
except perhaps, having a gym class.
The cafeteria was so crowded—didn’t I see you there?
Everyone there seemed to be wearing vintage Urban Outfitters.
I felt left out, but no one openly pointed at me.
Next, I expect to see bubblegum patch vests, skate-fit jeans and leopard-appliqué flats.
Between us, I’ve gotten old, and lost what little fashion game I had.
Now I’m modulated, that is, I’m over over-indulgence.
When I pictured myself in college, *** what, a half a decade ago?
I imagined myself in a Lime Fizz Dress from Modcloth.
THAT never happened—which is all for the good.
School and by extension - school work - is definitely happening.
It’s not all studying while drinking back-to-back espressos at sunrise.
This week’s assignments due are: a ‘reflective assignment’ on qualitative research methods, a policy memo, a case analysis, and a group presentation. Argh.
So if you don’t hear from me—I haven’t been deported—I’m just oppressed.
.
.
Songs for this:
This is Why by Paramore
Lauren by Men I Trust
Margaret by Pomegranate tea [E]
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
I prefer staples over tape.
I prefer someone who's high over somebdy drunk.
I prefer fixing the roof in the rain.
I prefer mashed potatoes.
I prefer teling my secrets to a plush otter than someone who can sell me.
I prefer loving her, rather than him.
I prefer a story that's not quite readable.
I prefer Paramore.
I prefer waking up when it's still morning.
I prefer the drumming of rain that spans over 24 hours than a year of sun.
I prefer sticking up for myself.
I prefer picking my own battles.
I prefer power outtages as it snows.
I prefer wondering about people.
I prefer yeling to the oppression.
I prefer cuddles when I know you're not perfectly okay.
I prefer ties over skirts.
I prefer Polaroids over selfies.
I prefer to tie my shoes constantly.
I prefer cnvincing mysef she's on another trip
she'll return from, rather than believing she was robbed from us.
I prefer Sora.
I prefer masculinity on myself.
I prefer RedBox movie nights.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that we came out to be that high school couple who beat the odds and made it to forever.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
I can't stop listening to Paramore.
And inside my head there's a sparkly tornado
That won't stop turning, holding together
All the thoughts I love and hate
In a fine frenzy of the deepest shades of
Black and brightest shades of white
That there are...and yet...
This storm, I know, won't stop,
It'll just keep pelting me with stinging memories
That sing as the fervor only increases,
Leaving me spinning, spinning, spinning....
And I can't stop listening to Paramore.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
Sitting here in Spanish
Not caring about estar
I don't want to be here
for two and a half
hours
I want to take a nap
But la maestra will wake me up
So
I
write
instead
And as I write
I think about poetry
and
music
And I wish I had my iPod
So I could play some
Linkin Park
Lady Gaga
Paramore
owl City
and others
But at least I have
a notebook
So I can put my thoughts
onto
paper
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Set out from the sandy shore.
The lake an everlasting Paramore.
The boat breaths like my hearty chest
Up and down upon the waves white-tipped crest
Overhead the birds squawk in a one-note tune.
Like a harpsichord playing an unknown song.
Turning away from the sun
The blue ocean becomes glum Black sunglasses fall further on my face.
Water droplets still find my smiling face.
Sailing wind drives us away from my starting place
A Call
A Shout.
Turning on my breath
A shoreman’s happiest wish
A fresh face for whom to softly kiss.
The boat turns toward our shore.
Leading us to both softly tip
Without a word on our fearless lips
Docking us once more
Upon the sandy shore.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Poems don’t have to rhyme, free verse it isn’t a crime
I can write what I please—don’t call the police.
Must I play the game, both rhyme and spill intimate things?
Can I develop leitmotifs without rhyming riffs?
I could claim I’m writing prose - yeah, be one of those.
No one can rhyme all the time.
I can refuse—I’m no Dr F-ing Seuss,
**** it! ← See? THAT didn’t rhyme.
(sirens in the distance)
.
.
Fun songs for this:
Ain't It Fun by Paramore
It's All Your Fault (with Katie Shore) by Asleep At The Wheel
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC
So it's been 8 years
And we're still going strong
I never get enough of you
Just like a Taylor Swift song
We've been doing this
For quite a while
A love like ours
Just never goes out of style
Like when you pick me up for a date
And put the car in drive
You blast Paramore
And dance to Hard Times
You take my hand
And make me join in
We both act silly
Not caring caring who's watching
I love when I stare at you
And you start to blush
You try your best not to look at me
Because you're in a loss for words
It never gets old
Sitting in the car
And we stare at each other
While waiting for the movie to start
I'll never get tired
Of how excited you get
When you open my door
And make sure I'm all the way in
And I can't help but laugh
Every time you get upset
When I open the door myself
But you wanted to be a gentleman
It never gets old
Having a regular conversation
And you randomly compliment me
It's such a beautiful transition
Everything about us
Is absolutely magical
There's no one else
With who I could be more compatible
You breathe life into me
And give everyday new meaning
Who knew reality could be better
Than the fairytales I was dreaming
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
i contemplate my philosophotheatrics
amidst the anthroposcenery.
i’m a joke
and sometimes i can laugh at that.
i hope the gods unconscious enjoyed their comedy.
me a poet paramore of war
and laughter
afforded a good seat.
buddha without me buddha within me,
i choose the uncomfortable night,
there can be seen stars and things that need doing;
i think no longer will i sing and dance
with all the world ablaze
so enough of your death drum.
give it a rest.
i don’t often meditate though.
i mediate.
and meander towards the spectacle exit inferno
and contemplate
how to make fire burn fire
as a child of fire myself.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC