"partied" poems
I asked her to stay away,
I wanted her to leave.
I needed more space,
This is what I used to believe.
Frustrated by her demands and expectations,
I felt little less of freedom.
Started hating to explain how I spent my hours,
what was I doing and what did I had for lunch.
Bored of relationship,
Thought I needed a break,
Just a bit more space,
to do the things I crave.
She misunderstood me terribly,
I adjusted but failed miserably,
Started losing myself trying to keep her closely.
Finally, the separation happened,
It got over I was delighted,
went out on a trip, partied, enjoyed.
She was the one who suffered the most
Things got better as the time passed by.
I pushed her away,
I made her weep,
Not thinking much asked her to leave.
Break up was tough on her,
But she got through,
I made her cry so the Karma has to come for you.
I Met her again at our favourite place,
in hope of getting her back ,
but I could see it in her eyes, that I have been replaced.
Now everything is finished,
everything is blown.
I paused but she moved on.
Now I am the one who's ******* left alone.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.
"Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be, you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love. As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own. Beep, beep, beep. "Well this is a perfect time for my communicator to beep" said Love. Breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator. "Hello Faith how are you?" asked Love. "I'm fine Love and how are you?" answered Faith. "I'm ready to start this new era in my life" said Love. "I'm looking over your wedding file. Are there any last minute changes you want to make?" said Faith. "No Faith everything's perfect" said Love. "I'm outside your house waiting on you Love. Let's get going" said Faith. "I'll be right down. I have to go Loyalty" said Love. Grabbing Love by her waist and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I wanted you when I first saw you. Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me" said Love. When Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her brand new transporter. "Wow Faith this is beautiful" said Love. "Thank you Love. This is the new Neo 7000. It was the last one left" said Faith. Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers her call from Loyalty. "Hello Loyalty what do you want?" said Faith. "Why you have to ask like that Faith?" said Loyalty. "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on time. Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do" said Faith. "C'mon Faith we don't have time to play with Loyalty" said Love. Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away. As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization S.O.U.L. "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?" asked Faith. "The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war. There is a big scar dividing the country" said Love. "Your organization S.O.U.L. has a lot of strong positive influence. How long has S.O.U.L. been active in the humanitarian field?" asked Faith. "Five years" answered Love. When Faith and Love landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them. "Love and Faith I've been waiting patiently for the two of you. I've spoken with Loyalty on my communicator. He and knowledge will be here shortly and then you can pledge yourselves to each other" said Wisdom. Just as the three was speaking Grace walked out of the chapel. "Hello Love and Faith it's about time the two of you showed up" said Grace. "It's good to have a star for a friend who's gifted in all the arts" said Love. Love threw her arms around Grace and gave her a big squeeze. "Let's get you in your wedding dress. If you'll follow behind me to your dressing room we can get started" said Grace. As Love and Faith followed behind Grace, Knowledge and Loyalty landed at the chapel.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
12.1k
Cause when the lights go down,
and the volume goes up,
I can only think about how we partied
and how we enjoyed our youth.
-s.v.m.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
freshman year
Happy, scared, young, full, and ready for whatever it is thats about to hit you.
You loose your bestfriend, and your virginity.
You gain a new clique, and a body count.
sophomore year
your freshman expertise kick in and you think youve got the feel for the highschool life.
You fail chemistry, and go to your first party.
*you are now a ****
You think youre cooler than your ex
bestfriend because you have ten bucks saying that shes never had a boy see her underwear or that shes never been as drunk at you.
junior year
You spent your summer in therapy, in
and out of mental hospitals because your eating disorder became deadly, and all of the friends you partied with cut you off because your newest bestfriend convinced you to sleep with one of their exs.
You come back to school as dead as
you have ever been and you spend every lunch period in the art room painting your sorrows away and you spend every night at home doing the same only this time your wrist becomes the canvas.
seinor year
Your down to one medication a day now and you have commited social suicide all summer by staying in to gaurd yourself from turning to drugs and alcohol again to hide the pain. Graduation is arround the corner and you realize you could finally be happy once this is all over.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
As the sins partied the night away in the country Darkness the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.
"Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love. As Loyalty and Love stood locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.
Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time for my communicator to beep" said Love. Love broke her embrace with Loyalty and answered her communicator. "Hello Faith how are you?" asked Love. "I'm fine Love and how are you?" answered Faith. "I'm ready to start this new era in my life" said Love. "I'm looking over your wedding file. Are there any last minute changes you want to make?" said Faith. "No Faith everything's perfect" said Love. "Lets get going" said Faith. "I'll be right down. I have to go Loyalty" said Love. "Loyalty grabbed Love by her waist and pulled her close. He whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?" "I've wanted you when I first saw you. Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me" said Love
When Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her brand new transporter. "Wow Faith this is beautiful" said Love. "Thank you Love. This is the new Neo 7000. It was the last one left" said Faith. Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers her call from Loyalty.
"Hello Loyalty what do you want?" said Faith. "Why you have to ask like that Faith?" said Loyalty. "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on time. Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do" said Faith. "C'mon Faith we don't have time to play with Loyalty" said Love. Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization S.O.U.L. "How was your peace keeping mission in the country
Limbo?" asked Faith. "The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from war. There is a big scar dividing the country" said Love. "Your organization S.O.U.L. has a lot of positive influence. How long has S.O.U.L. been active in the humanitarian field?" asked Faith. "Five years" answered Love. When Faith and Love landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
At 6 am you drank
black coffee before
heading out the door,
a simple sign of leaving
I never noticed before.
At night you’d watch the game
a cold beer in your grip,
always wasting time
before you left on a trip.
On Sunday’s you made eggs
but never ate them all,
always rushing for the door,
scurrying about the hall.
Big brother
I always watched you
when you came
when you left
I’d leave the kitchen light on
so you’d know where to step.
I watch as you partied
as you drank
as you drove.
I’d pray for your safe
journey back to home.
I watched you drink your coffee
get in your car and go
the morning that you left
but never came home.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses
O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These ******* be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’
So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.
Take me away on your disco stick because
This club can’t handle me and my electric *** pants
What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your **** dramatic stare
Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
One of the many forms of hate, racism is a monster that stares in the eyes of men and breathes fires of destruction,
Racism is another ism like classism is all about hate, it swallows men and women like each other,
It’s Satan’s child and devours races and classes, a black cross painted in my room,
Their tears reflect the haunted memories in the corner, of american blacks and apartheids I heard as stories,
The walls are blackened with their wails and weeps, but racists partied in the boulevard,
Billboards get fingerprinted by some hands, displaying the monster’s play - a stare kept alive,
The curtains unruffle at dawn, still the sun chokes the atmosphere with the slogans
Peace out haters !
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
STARFISH
Washed up upon the beach
a tiny shape,
dry abandoned,
once danced upon the waves,
partied with the seas hair,
nobody cared,
sometimes hovered neath the waves,
has plenty of arms,
but unable to wave,
to summon a little assistance,
this fella lost his anchorage,
adhesive pads became released,
so with the turned of the tide,
laid on the beach dried.
Perhaps a child may collect him,
while she's playing on the golden beach,
a summer's drift,
just have to wait and see.
(C) Livvi
INSPIRED BY ZACK
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
day 1 - I sobbed at the sound of your name, my mom had to listen outside of my door to make sure I was still breathing correctly
day 2 - I woke up early to get your good morning text, and it crashed on me that you were no longer there
day 3 - I went in public for the first time, I looked rough but luckily nobody pointed it out
day 4 - I went to work and cried in the bathroom
day 5 - I spent time with my family and I didn't think about you much
day 6 - I saw you with another girl and I locked myself in my room the whole day
day 7 - I laughed without you
day 8 - I saw a picture of you on Instagram and I threw all the pictures of us away
day 9 - I partied with my friends and I didn't think about you at all
day 10 - what color are your eyes? what does your voice sound like?
day 11 - I saw you in the store, we made quick eye contact but then you looked away
day 12 - I didn't think of you at all because I was too busy telling jokes with another guy
day 13 - when is heartbreak so romantic? it's not romantic when you feel the inside of you just break and you have no willingness to do anything
day 14 - I almost wished you a happy birthday, but your new girlfriend was all over you, so I walked away
day 15 - I threw all of your belongings away
day 16 - I laughed as guys hit on me because I knew that they're all just like you
day 17 - I typed out a long paragraph to send you and my finger was shaking on the send button but I never sent it
day 18 - did you ever love me?
day 19 - my family asked about you, and I was strong
day 20 - I finally opened up to my mom about what happened
day 21 - this is a terrible poem about a terrible person but I don't think of you so much anymore, I don't think of you so much anymore
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Valentine's Day,
Wife was away,
Partied all night,
Morning, head was light.
Didn't know what took place,
Until month later came face to face,
With a blond girl,
Her words crashed my world,
With my child she was pregnant,
To marry her it was important,
Tension!
So I took action,
I had medical check up and DNA test,
Doctor told me to relax and smiled his best,
Test showed I could never be a father,
More tension, more bother,
I had three kids at home,
They called me daddy and my wife mum.
Tension!Tension!Tension,
If not mine, whose creation?
15/2/2019.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
when i was little,
i used to read those books,
you know,
by shel silverstein?
where the sidewalk ends,
and
a light in the attic?
there was a poem in one,
and it went like this:
"Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!"
and that poem sticks in my head,
a lot.
because,
really,
"whatif's" control my every thought.
my "whatif's" keep me,
all in check,
when they breathe their "whatif's",
on my neck.
they keep me waiting,
watching,
and wary,
"whatif" life, wasn't so scary?
"whatif" i could live,
and not be so afraid,
"whatif" i was sure,
of the choices i've made?
i guess i'll find out soon,
but "whatif" i don't.
to be honest i'm scared,
that maybe i won't.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom and a group of vile wedding guests waiting to be joined in matrimony. The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it. Lust the biggest **** ever getting married to Greed had everyone baffled and amazed. Everyone watched with confusion as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.
Pride the priest took the left hand of Lust and puts it in the left hand of Greed then he took tthe right hand of Greed and puts it in the right hand of Lust and began the ceremony. The words that flowed from the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords cutting through flesh.
"Disgustingly wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and **** in unholy matrimony. This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness. Lust will you have Greed to be your husband to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you obey him, lay with him, and fulfill his ****** desires as long as you both shall live?"
With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will."
Pride looked at Greed and said "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?" with a twinkle in his eyes that sparkle like gold Greed answers "I will."
"By the powers invested in evil the groom and bride may kiss" said Pride. As Greed and Lust's lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse. Lust turned her back to the wedding guests and threw a bouquet of Poison Ivy over her head. Envy stepped in front of Sloth and snatched the bouquet out of the air.
"Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech. "Thank you Envy and I do believe green is more my color" said Envy. Lust turned around to see who caught the bouquet. She wasn't a bit surprised to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy. "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.
Pride motions for Hatred to release the Owls. Hatred unlocked the huge cage and released the Owls. Slow to take flight the great Owls flapped their wings and ascended into the darkness. "Lets get this party started" yelled Greed. As the sins partied the night away in the country Darkness the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.
"Are you ready to spend all eternity together? " Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony. "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love. As Loyalty and Love stood locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
i wrote poetry
he partied
i would overthink
he would oversleep
too lost within the oblivion
of trying to numb away
life
while i was here
thinking about "life" too much
writing about it too much
i enjoyed wine
on a quiet Tuesday evening
he enjoyed liquor
on a wild Friday night
surely
truly
love does attract
"opposites"
i loved him
and he loved me
but he didn't want to live
life
and i
wanted to write about it
we're sitting
in a ***** garage
blasting music
with lyrics
that i am so appalled by
this is his life
this is
it isn't mine
i am
the quiet
Tuesday afternoon girl
who writes her words
to figure out
life
while he is trying
to forget about his
on a Friday night
these lifestyles
we tried to clash
for far too long
so sadly
too long
i left
with love still
beating inside of my heart
because you could never
love me
the way you love
your Friday nights
like you couldn't love
my Tuesday evenings
love is so
crafty
and deceiving
it brought us to meet
we both understood
that life is sad
yet only i
could see its beauty
and our lifestyles
were too different
to sustain the life
for one another
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
Party At The Old Age Home
Hello today and how are you,
feeling better, now that we're through.
Things are starting to improve,
feeling that single life groove.
A new girl every single week,
you'd think I was in my ****** peak.
Would you believe, I'm eighty two,
****** is the thing I do.
I get blow jobs with just gum,
these old ladies **** it like a Tum.
I just pop a pill and off I go,
an ****** old folks home show.
Having ****** in my room,
even the nurses jump on my tomb.
Not sure how long my heart will last,
who cares every night I have a blast.
My ***** hang down to my knees,
these old women keep begging please.
Before *** I remove the cobwebs,
I've partied in each of their beds.
They say my heart attack was inevitable,
my golden years were so incredible.
My casket was covered in ******* and flowers,
it was nice being that hard for many hours.
Glad me and the wife had that fight,
I became a ****** out of spite.
Saggy **** had me beguiled,
it was like old girls gone wild.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
if by senior year of high school
you are tired of your life
make mountains out of mole hills
cut ties with your best friend
because your ex nothing
kissed her on new years
blame them both
don't speak until a year later
tell him you made him
he would be nothing without you
fall for your friends
because you know it will never work
be needy
go to prom by yourself
pretend to rock it
then cry in your grandmas minivan before you leave
burn bridges with your friend group
for no good reason
other than
by senior year you are tired with your life
choose your college entirely on a guy
make sure he is boring
mediocre
and smells of trouble and mental illness
spend all summer trying to make him less boring
convince yourself he is perfect
move twelve hours away
because you don't want to know anyone
hate your roommate
but don't ever give her a chance
get way too comfortable with the boring boy
feel superior
because you're smarter
and you've partied more
steal adderall from the party
because that makes you look cool
give him all of you
mind and body
by that I mean
english papers and shower ***
ignore the signs that he's lost interest
force yourself on him anyway
cry to your friends back home when you're drunk
cry because you are twelve hours away
drink because you are twelve hours away
smoke to stop crying
smoke to stop drinking
don't eat anything
always take the stairs
walk the long way to class
never stop moving
two fingers are not enough to force up your self-pity
three fingers makes it a little easier
don't look at yourself in the mirror
you are still not good enough for the boring boy
take the blame when he snitches on you
do not fight for yourself
sleep with him again anyway
tell yourself "there is no sin too great"
this is what you wanted
because by senior year you were tired of your life
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Wild, wild grass and wild, wicked smile, heavy
wooden barn burning off the hip for us to see, same barn
we made love in, views of red and blue firetruck lights
forever burnt, engraved inside my head, days so hot things
catch sparks in the nights when we come to life again
remember how we couldn't afford clothes (well, still can't)
so we all partied in the **** skinny dip in the lake and a flame
snuck off with Johnny somewhere, but glad no animals lived
inside that barn for years now and the country is where I belong---
telephone poles to nowhere, blue skies, rolling yellow grassy hills
and water towers occasionally, your wild and wicked smile
next to me in the van with our friends doing our time on the road
but a burning barn can't crush our spirits more than they already are
can't ruin the memories of a number of electrified nights
of alcohol and poor decisions, broken people collecting
each other's pieces.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Jesus was looking impatient
It was already quarter past nine
He was sure he'd sent out invitations
And he'd turned all the water to wine
He'd promised a memorable banquet
As tomorrow he'd surely be dead
But the shops had been short of a few things
So he'd just had to settle for bread
When a knock at the door made him flutter
He adjusted his dress and his hair
He opened and bid all assembled
"Wipe your feet and then sit over there"
They shuffled and took to their places
But they looked slightly I'll at their ease
They could see all the wine and the bread rolls
But what of the ham and the cheese?
Jesus said grace in his fashion
"Cheers Dad" with his thumb held up high
"But be careful, this bread is my body"
"Now who wants a nice bit of thigh?"
They tucked in with nervous expressions
He'd been guzzling since they had arrived
He explained "It's my blood in these bottles"
"And without it I'd not have survived"
The apostles were forming conclusions
Their boss had been ****** all these years
But the wine washed away their objections
And the music drowned out all their fears
So they partied and danced on the table
They played twister and tidily-winks
Then stumbled off out to a nightclub
Because Judas was buying the drinks
They caroused and they conga'd till morning
Till their stomachs and bladders had failed
And that's how young Jesus got hammered
And the very next day he got nailed
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
You grabbed
The rope and chair
And hanged yourself
In the air
You listened to
The voices and their pleas
As they celebrate
Your death with glee
You closed your eyes
As they smiled
As they partied
Like animals, so wild
For you have commited
A sin they craved
That has sent you
To your grave
...
You opened your eyes
And so far as you can see
Is an endless void
That you did not forsee
You regretted the decision
That you have made
But it is now
Far too late
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
Distraught, with alien invaded heart
I partied with the night in my thoughts.
Dark, distant and silent as perceived, yet
She was candid, sweetness personified.
Let me taste swigs of wine from her cup
Sung me a lullaby of ethereal starlights
Dreams plucked from nights, she gifted
Weeded out nightmares deeply embeded.
On a dream boat chosen,I set sailed alone
To an emerald island at the middle of
the ocean,
And made up my mind never to sail back.
Adamant I was not to be out of that dream
Beloved, erotic, night conjured up for me
With the twist of her psychedelic finger.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
The bride stood before her groom and a group of vile wedding guests covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil waiting to be joined in unholy matrimony. The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it. Lust the biggest **** ever getting married to Greed had every one baffled and amazed. Everyone watched with confusion as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.
Pride the priest took the left hand of Lust and puts it in the left hand of Greed then he took the right hand of Greed and puts it in the right hand of Lust and began the ceremony. The words that flowed from the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords cutting through flesh.
"Disgustingly wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and **** in unholy matrimony. This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness. Lust will you have Greed to be your husband to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you obey him, lay with him, and fulfill his ****** desires as long as you both shall live?"
With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will."
Pride looked at Greed and said
"Greed will you have Lust to be your wife to live together in the covenant of marriage? Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?"
With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like gold Greed answers "I will."
"By the powers invested in evil the groom and bride may kiss" said Pride.
As Greed and Lusts's lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse. Lust turned her back to her wedding guests and threw a bouquet of Poison Ivy over her head. Envy stepped in front of Sloth and snatched the bouquet of Poison Ivy out the air.
"Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow, slurred, speech.
"Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color" said Envy.
Lust turned around to see who caught the bouquet. She wasn't a bit surprised to see Envy holding the bouquet of Poison Ivy.
"Well Envy I guess you're next to get married" stated Lust.
Pride motions for Hatred to release the Owls. Hatred unlocked the huge cage and released the Olws. Slow to take flight the great Owls flapped their wings and ascended into the darkness.
"Let's get this party started" yelled Greed.
As the sins partied the night away in the country Darkness the sun came rising in the country Tranquility.
"Are you ready to spend all eternity together?" Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.
"My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the question you ask" said Love.
As Loyalty and Love stood locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of sun the two share a kiss of their own.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
You partied hard when you could
Gold mini skirt and heels
But underneath the glamour
Were guts and nerves of steel
Home was fun and jolly japes
A lively social whirl
But work was war zones, scary scrapes
For our brave reporter girl
You found yourself in Libya
Met the mad dog's stare
He liked you, it was a feather in your cap
You made your name out there
Sri Lanka's where you lost an eye
To shrapnel flying in the dark
They thought you were a Tamil Tiger
Hiding in the grass
Back home someone told you off for smoking
Quick came your reply
Don't concern yourself, I promise you
That's not how I'll die
In Chechnya you made it out
Escaping with your life
As mortars fell you legged it
Eight days over mountain snow and ice
East Timor was your finest hour
Fifteen hundred people protected by too few
You refused to leave, they were saved
That was down to you
Luck ran out in Syria
You feared another massacre, tried to warn the world
So the shells once more homed in on you
And killed our brave reporter girl
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
I met a girl named Tequila who had a crush on Jose. It was like an icy crush but the whisky would wash it away. On a grey night a goose flew my way staying up late but the *** would make it fly away.
Too many 40s amounted. Too many, no one could have counted. But it was a party so we partied and brought out the Bacardi. It burned but didnt stop us hardly, someone screamed LETS PARTY!
Whispers from around, "man this party is narly" Passing around the yegger, text messages asking "hey, is this a kegger?" Jack showed up and met Tequila, pushed Jose aside and watched the moonshine...
On a southern, comfortable night, they possibly could have had *** on the beach but that was to explicit to speak. So drinking more wine till our legs got weak felt like the right path to keep.
No one seen that ***** was a sneak at 1:51 the time was so... Ever clear but the excitement didnt stop here. Mary got introduced to Molly and the ecstasy was colorful and jolly.
The excitement was rising but no one realized the girl crying, who was holding her boyfriend that was nearly dying.
"Breath!, breath!" she screamed. "I'm trying!" he gasped.
Upstairs they're kissing and fondaling, downstairs they're puking and wondering.
Neither Jose nor Jack attended the funeral of those kids that brought them out that night. And the baby conceived that night wasn't named Tequila, Molly or Marry, she was just deemed a mistake, of that night.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
we went to Little Blue
that summer in a bum'd car.
riding in extravagance
we couldn't afford.
camping in the Oklahoma ozarks,
we brought liquor. the two of us
drank a half-litre honey whiskey
and twenty-eight of thirty Pabsts.
your chick only nab'd two.
we were sunk from that point on.
i vomit'd behind the car, and
there were left retched handprints.
left were a phantom's handprints,
having been drown'd by their hedonism.
the bikers partied along
with us apart from us.
they ask'd to use our hatchet,
that's the way we met.
men share tools, and that was
the only instance of civility
for two days. we ran feral.
rip'd shirt to ribbons,
wrap'd them 'round a stick,
soak'd citronella,
commenced adventure.
returning,
two hours time gone;
returning,
scratch'd and bleeding;
returning,
we lit their paths with
torch burning a primal fire;
sleep,
pass'd out by fire in lounge chair.
been in this spot before,
knew to bring a quilt
and mine was the only one.
startled awake,
fire nothing more than nightlight embers.
raccoon, sitting upright,
stared from his high perch of a picnic table.
apple in paws, nibbling,
he mock'd and monitor'd.
i swiped at it with a stick,
missed. said **** it.
slept in the car that night.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC