"partier" poems
You like to party, I am a partier
You like to wander, I am a wanderer
Your thighs are the closet to Narnia
Is it cool if I go and get lost in that?
I'm the lion, the witch in the wardrobe
Massage my lap, I have a sore bone
Of course cold on the dance floor
Like an Eskimo's toes in the North Pole
With both toes poking out of two holes
In the Eskimo socks, I'm hot
Like a cauldron from a warlock
Wearing sweatpants in a sauna
Who's your father? I'm not
I'm motherfuckin' Raven Bowie and here's my ****
Rooster, Cock-a-doodle-doo sir
Take a hit of the hooka, now make it drop
Girl's ***** was bigger than the stomach of Rick Ross
Holy mother mountain of tender tendon to get lost in
Bounce, bounce, that castle ***** that bottom
Make it wobble, wobbly-waddle 'til my third leg has to hobble
You don't want to look back on this night
And think I should have been freaking on a *****
Freak-freaking on a *****
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Wherever peaches grow I go and pick 'em.
When they get ripe I try and swipe 'em.
The farmer runs out with a shotgun and wonders where's the
varmint gone?
I'm hiding by the railroad tracks stacking the peaches I've
found.
Then a freight train about a mile long rolls by hauling a bucket
of rain.
I hop aboard while beautiful clouds gather to the north.
I put my peaches in the bucket and lug it to a hidden part of
the train.
The rain begins, the night looms in, it's summer and it's
thoughts and warm.
To the clacking rumble and the patter I close my eyes and
dream.
An earthquake swallows up the people who wear horrible
masks of fright as their daily tasks are trampled.
In a favorite movie theater an illumined lady puts her hand in
mine, warm mouths, breath, skin, hair wing-soft, whole
bodies, wind, bare.
I open my eyes at sunrise there's a steady glow of light
around.
If you can believe in God, you can believe the mountains go
from purple to green.
While the last partier meanders home to bed the first farmer is
up to milk his bread.
Fruit of the world ripens audibly and cities make a silent,
distant sound.
Lonely guy stretches, rubs his eyes, pees out a passing train,
has a breakfast of peaches and rainwater.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Remember
Back in the day
When those parties
In Venice
That say would have 25 people or so
Walking through?
Now they were
Too big
Over-packed with
50-200?
With frat boy vibes?
Dana Rick and I
Arrived at one
And I thought a
At the sliding glass door
Oh God
And quickly escaped to the kitchen
Cutting through the living room
Where there was the make shift bar
Nothing much in the
Fridge
Anyway
I made my drinks
And turned around
To cross back
And somehow Dana was there
In front of me
She raised her hands
And wiggled through the bodies
While I
Said
NO
I will dance
When I feel like it
I choose
So I began to follow
And every elbow knees hip and arm
Reached out to touch me
Knocking all the contents out of
my little plastic cups
And though
I got to the other side
Contemplatively
Looking back
Empty
The three of us
Went to stand on the side of the house
Safe
By the water meter
And I laid down my cups
Laughing
So the moral of this story
Although I think it’s obvious
Is to
Go
With
The
Flow
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC
Going out to the club
I know I'm going to have a good time
I just know it
I'm attractive
Muscular
In the best shape of my life
I have brown puppy dog eyes
And a face to compliment it
Yup off to the club
Cause I know I'm gonna hit that
Using what I learned
I'm all ready to get it at the club
Walk up to a girl say
"What up I got a big ****
She slapped me in the face
Not a smooth attempt
But I'll get it next time!
Moving on to the next girl
Her eyes look at me
Like a seductive tigress
Fierce
Predatory
Hot
Oh yeah this is happenin'
"Hey girl how you doin?"
"Doin' fine big boy! How 'bout yourself?"
"Doin' **** baby doll! You be lookin' hot!"
"You not lookin' so bad yourself big boy!"
**** straight! Care to dance?"
"Pssh! No one be dancing yet! No one be drunk yet!"
"Who needs to be drunk!?"
"Well I do. Why don't you buy me a drink big boy?"
"I don't drink and neither should you!"
And that's when she turned away uninterested
Ignoring me for the rest of the night
Who needs her
We don't need alcohol!
Turns out to have a good time
We need alcohol
Cause no one else acts clearly
But I can't drink!
Not out of religion!
Or the law!
Just can't not my thing
So far having a miserable time
I'm a sweaty mess
Not hitting any girls
It was fun when they were sober
Because now they lose their attitudes
All inhibitions are off
All are now the same personality
Now they begin to dance
Guys move behind them
***** rubbing ****
**** rubbing *****
Faster
Faster
Faster
***** pumping out
Flying everywhere
*** on guy
In the pant crotch area
The club smells like sweat and ***** and alcohol
The more good times they have
The drunker they get
The more they seem to drift off
What they gain in ****
I lose in fun
"I wanna **** you!"
"Excuse me?"
"I wanna **** you big boy!"
"Sorry I'm not in the mood."
"How big is that ****
I'm hard
Why am I hard?
**** I shouldn't be hard!
"Ooo you're big, I wanna ****
Everything I came here for
In front of me
But it's wrong!
She's wasted!
I can't do this!
Why didn't this happen earlier!
But I wanna ****
I should do it anyway!
"Give me an answer babe! Yes or no."
Spinning spinning I have to say it
"No.... I can't, you're drunk"
"Hell yeah I'm drunk! Take advantage of me!"
"Please don't. I honestly have no idea what I'm doing"
"I'm gonna go dance with someone else"
**** you man! You're ********
And ***** is now on my shirt
That is just great
Get home from club
Think about my chances of getting laid
Then realize that maybe that that isn't what I wanted in the first place
Maybe that lifestyle isn't me
Even if I wanted it to be
For just a night
Probably good that it isn't
Cause I'd **** at it
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
A gentleman, my father is.
He’s kind, and loving, and caring.
A liar, my mother is.
Her anger is never sparing.
Patient, my father is.
He waits for freedom.
A partier, my mother is.
She wakes feeling like dung.
Quiet, my father is.
He thinks before he speaks.
Spontaneous, my mother is.
In another bed, her secret leaks.
Forgiving, my father is.
He lets her back inside.
Stupid, my mother is.
Her ringer is on high.
Broken, their marriage is.
Lying, cheating, deceiving.
Tired, I am.
For ever believing.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Venice parties
You know those
200 in a space made for 50?
A monster that
You had to
Protect yourself from?
Three of us
In the living room and I got
To the Kitchen. For safety.
Serving adequate, and me
on my way back
Drinks in each hand
Bodies through Dana leading
Her arms above her head
bouncing she won’t spill a drop
The other hands follow
again, me with
stubborn arms
refusing
thus liquid contents emptied and
Sticky
the floor underfoot
Splashed
Outside
The water meter stood laughing
told us about the flow and to go with it
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 3:02 PM UTC
After graduation i started thinking
about how they're still drinking, anything we wear they're probably still squinting
I guess when all those jokes surfaced, pain was pushed down
my hometown is populated by expired clowns,
they're sinking
Should I feel pain for watching them drown?
Should I jump in?
Rather not ruin my cap & gown.
Apologies Lord, I hate those that talk down on the less fortunate
Life is the ultimate game, they almost made me forfeit.
Self esteem broken, faith shook.
Hated my look, should i turn crook?
Jack in the water, I couldn't get on board luckily God sent me four books.
Scholarship got me in the door, work ethic got me in the room.
I'll come home, just so you squint at me again, I assume.
Look at this foreign car, this suit came with no lint.
Squint at my teeth, they're so clean I could drink water from flint.
Bullying, is evil. What else can we call it?
Luckily prayer is more powerful than the wallet.
8th grade you called me lame, I bet you're still a partier a?
They called me names, I bought my mom Cartier rings today.
We all have monsters within,
They were monsters from the root.
Congrats to me? No congrats to you,
That's great, I always heard the Devil had workers too.
To chastise is a cold dish, this is not how I'm supposed to be.
But when tables turn, somebody's gotta eat.
I'll take the ****** sentence, for what I'm passionate about.
Life is like sending out mislabeled mail, you get back what you sent out.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
Switching into another person’s reality would seem like a dream,
But when you realize the truth its not what its cut up to be.
Switching into someone else’s reality may make you scream,
And it may even shock you that unlike your reality you could climb a banana tree.
Everything around you is different,
You may have appeared into the most obscure cave the alternate has lived in
From room that was known as the typical environment
To an unusual place with juice and gin.
A Friday night partier no doubt.
It’s a Saturday morning and you arise with a hangover.
Then you realize you rock all night and just shout
And you find a for leaf clover
That night you party until the break of dawn.
And you arise to realize you’re back in your own reality and sigh.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
Exciting
Fear filling
Thrilling
Daunting
Am I ready?
Will I make it through?
Prepared
Disorganized
Procrastinator
Planner
What type of person will I be?
I haven’t quite yet decided
Guess I’ll find out
When August comes around
The first assignment is given
Will I turn it in on time?
Is it A worthy?
Shy
Outgoing
Partier
Boring
Will they like me?
Will I be shunned?
Time to try something new
Change it up
Is it worth it?
Exciting
Fear filling
Thrilling
Daunting
I think I’m ready
Is August here yet?
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
It’s amazing how we change.
It’s amazing all our games,
Were made for not a single thing
Then to tear us apart and give us shame.
I look at you and wonder still
How we made it work so well,
And I wonder how we made it last
When we were both stretching onto such different paths.
I look at me now and feel utterly free
To be the person I can be.
To stretch my limits beyond your grasp
And take on such a challenging path.
I look at you and all I can see
Is a boy becoming what he wanted to be,
A partier wanting more
From a life that he completely abhors.
I wish you more from life then this
Stumbling and bumping and continuing to miss
The true struggle that makes you feel so free
The one that every person truly needs.
-ALC January 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
I've tried praying
but I lost my faith
going down on my knees
Pushing myself a little further
a little faster
on this dirt road to living
Or is it dying?
I'm getting tired of keeping
up this persona.
The partier, worker, student,
and lover.
I can't remember the last time
I slept more than 4 hours.
Just a little further,
a little faster.
Keep it up.
I'm running top speed
but fuel is running low.
Can I keep up?
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Retching over the rim of a toilet bowl,
how I was ever intimate with porcelain.
How or where I began is a misplaced origin.
He got me higher than I’d ever been before,
a relational swing, I dug into the unsteady gravel;
hours passed before my guard began to unravel.
***** never followed us to the park that day,
and he didn’t blink – even while we were liable –
as he rolled a fat blunt out of a page from the Bible.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
I, like many, write better at night.
Somber lighting on my heart
makes it ache its most beautiful words.
I've always enjoyed nights more than mornings,
not that I am or was a partier,
I always enjoyed them even alone.
But there's something disturbing my nights
a creep inside my head, creeping.
A powerful beast, a honored fow.
Medication.
Medication rules my life,
it makes me feel,
or more accurately it doesn't.
It makes me sleep,
and I hate it.
I hate sleeping.
I hate sleeping and I feel like pills
are society's way of keeping me under control.
I hate them yet I need them so.
Like a lover needs their lover,
I need them.
I could've died without them,
I may not die thanks to them,
but how is my poetry affected?
How is the poet's word affected,
their mouth closed shut,
their throat focused in swallowing,
not singing.
I long for a day without pills,
without clouded thoughts,
a day of clear poetry.
I fear that day shall not come,
for I'm broken on the inside,
and my poetry is destined
to be restrained.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
and we just dissolved
into our own ways how
bad it felt
but to hear you did what you did
I saw you as a most logical *****
happy until the bourbon had you
spinning around
I recall when you gave me that smile
working behind the counter
at the bbq joint and we met eyes
and I saw a very nice girl
a sane partier
like me
never in my wildest dreams
would I have imagined you
being anywhere as demoned as much
as you were actually
we shared laughs
nights in arms and you told me
how he had done things to you
and I thought you had dealt
with all that,
I wish I had spent more time
while you were drunk finding things out
about you,
but,
it is too late now,
Stacy , you beautiful angel now,
blew your own brains out.
God help you.
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC