"queezy" poems
so i sit here
with a hole in my foot
with a hole in my head
with a hole in this book
with the hole in her eyes
when she gave me that look
with the hole in my face
when i saw what he took
the hole in my heart
i still don't know the crook
paper is just too easy to tear
and you think i'm easy
when you see i've been shook
i think i need a hook
now there's a hole in my stomach
and it's feeling tight and queezy as she ties
me up in knots of my poor esophagus
her knuckles white from squeezing
i breathing like a snake trying to shed
the desert sun is hot so
please lift this mask up off my head
i try to offer a white flag
but she kills me instead
cause she doesn't like the things
that she can't understand
and so she holds her fists like
they have holes in them
holds me like there are holes in me
cavities of ample opportunity
for punishment and further tearing, no tears,
none of this teething willful jeer
i'll split and rewire, i don't need old fears
i am only tired at best
the pieces did not defy gravity
they fell right out of my ****** chest
but landing is a skill you see
tear me apart for free and be my guest
ripping down the wallpaper
wrestling with the messes of stresses
no one will unremember
looking for the emotions
you desperately want to render
but while i'm still soft
i'm no longer tender
so remember when you enter that
no matter what the temper of the sender
or persuasion of the vendor
i will not surrender
to all these social mind benders
there is a hole in my flag
my blood is an involuntary badge
no more flags, white stains
too easily
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
I could turn away,
But then id have to pay,
My happiness may be the price,
But when it comes to that i think ill roll the dice.
Lets give it a chance,
And maybe just survive this crazy little dance.
Cause the smile spread wide across my face,
Well maybe you cant tell,
But hunny, i dont want my space.
It may be a secret, nobody can know,
But the day will come when that wont even show.
Yeah it *****
But oh well, lifes just tough.
Sneaking around will never be easy,
But baby when you kiss me, i get queezy.
I like you alot,
And as far as what i want,
Your right on the dot.
Isaac i want this to work,
Hey!who knows? Maybe secrecy will turn out to be a perk
By: Kaity Morris
March 2,2012
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
I'm awake
What do you want
You seem confused
Women like what they hear
Men like what they see
I never knew what that meant until I was suffering
I dont believe in smiles
The default non threatening condition
It almost makes me queezy
Us
We
Human beings
Being human
What is true humanity
I don't want to love
I just want your loyalty
Why are you loving me
What do you want
You seem confused
Back on that ********
We seemed to have fused
I sense some resistance
With a little but of cognitive dissonance
What do you want
You seem confused
I see love as an opportunity
And loyalty as a choice from above
I mean your brain baby
Brain banging
Not just a heart throb
Your mind holy like god
Not the evil it incurs or not
Because of your Gratitude Over Decisions
Not your Ever Vengeful Illusion of Lust
Loyalty loyalty loyalty
Love or adore me
I just want your.......
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Uneasy, queezy, no breezy feeling,
On currents that carry you home.
Settle, Swallow.
Love him, Sparrow.
A nest shouldn't be so cold.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
He's got this GQ swagger
And I can't complain
I just wanna hit his sheets
And hear him say my name
But it aint just that
Let me be on tha real
Imma lay down my pride
And let ya know how I feel
He's got this way with words
They call him the Extrodinaire
His flow and his style
Don't even try ta compare
I got him on my mind
And I'm actin a fool
I'm losin tha grind
All a sudden I aint too cool
I've known him for so long
And neva really knew him at all
And what's crazy **** cool
Is he might be tha one ta finally make me fall
I've neva been in love
Not in it's truest form
I neva even wanted it
But this fool has me trippin and torn
He's not really my type
But I can't name what he lacks
I feel like a high school girl
He just took me ten years back
He's mysterious and funny
He's **** and sweet
I know that he wants me
But he's too cool on tha street
He knows tha homie wants it
So he's gonna gimme up easy
He didn't count on losin me
Would make his **** queezy
He's already hooked and he don't know why
Now he's got that gangsta lean
And some buttaflies
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Stuck between a field of weeds
And a garden of gremlins
You are above
Staring at me
Contradicting, telling me who to love
With thoughts that never end
Interrupting my sleep
Secrets spilling through the cracks of my teeth
It never stops
It just keeps going
And my body will never choose
How many will I have to loose?
Pick a side any side
If only it were this easy
I wobble from left to right
East too west
But yet it only keeps me queezy
My heart speaks to my mind
In sorrow
But brain says there will be a better tomorrow
Choose wiseley before its too late
But I'll sit in confusion
Till I step up to the plate
Infatuation is in lust
But true love has all but disenigrated to dust
What we thought was true
Has all turned around as a lie that was told by you
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
She hung by a thread to her sanity
Constantly staring in the mirror she realized her vanity
But if what they call her is "vain"
Then there must be more than one definition to that name
Because her sense of self is "skewed" and "inaccurate"
But to her it's all she knows and she's quite aspirant
Ready for change and to be a new version of herself
Hardly caring about her deteriorating health
Walking into the health club already exhausted
Not understanding how much it has costed
Not with money or credit but with physical wellbeing
Not heeding her body's warnings or in the mirror seeing
Her hair is thin and no longer growing in places
She compares her pale skin to the other people's faces
She puts two fingers down her throat in the hope to purge up a candy bar
Convinced her calorie count was taken too far
Her nails chip far too easy
And the thought of eating makes her queezy
Yet the stress encompassing her life pushes her to binge
Hundreds into thousands the floodgates unhinge
Never for sustenance, always for taste
Each and every calorie is a ginormous waste
She collapsed on the Stairmill and in embarrassment and rage
Exited the gym floor as though it were left-center stage
With poise and a smile she laughed as they stared
She grabbed all her gear and left as they glared
When she got to the car she was nothing but angry
Pushing too hard her body sat blankly
Breathing was difficult and by speaking she was pained
Every ounce of her life force felt utterly drained
Her skin can no longer take the lack of nutrition
And her eyes are wavering as she tries to focus her vision
She used to be a student with straight A intent
But all she can think about is the next meal and its scent
Forgetting the most basic things about her day
She forgets how to write and takes a derivative the wrong way
People look puzzled as she waves off their concerns
While in her stomach and throat a deep hunger burns
She stares once again at her monstrous reflection
Grabbing and poking at her bulging midsection
Now huddled on the ground she stares at the ceiling
Entering a loose dreamy feeling
On the brink of unconsciousness she extends her hand skyward
Only then realizing that down to her soul she is tired
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
I had a nightmare that you left me
no need for my love
any longer
In my loss
I painfully pulled
our ring off my finger
consciously unaware
and as I went to wrap my arms
around you in the morn
I sobbed and heaved
and weeped
seeing that finger bare
thinking I had lost it forever
I searched in panic,
shallow breathed and queezy
only to find it in the middle of our bed
folded neatly
where our sides had been touching
through the night
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
I had a queezy feeling in the pit of my stomach,
but somehow I knew it would be okay,
and it was.
But then she said she'd have to do a followup appointment,
to make sure it was gone.
That's when I felt it.
My throbbing heart knew,
by some cruel choice of fate,
it would not be okay.
Then I got that email,
I got it at school, first period.
It wasn't okay,
the cancer had spread,
had grown and festered
and was taking over her body,
I couldn't smile the rest of the day,
oh, did I manage it?
What must have that smile looked like?
Did it mask my fear well enough?
I'm changing my name for a reason,
I'm leaving my life in this town behind,
but there's just one thing I'll miss,
one thing, rather, person,
I'll forever cling to and love.
and that's her.
She raised me.
Not those lying, cruel creatures who call themselves parents,
it was her.
She taught me to drive,
to flirt,
to swim,
to eat,
to cook,
to sing
to do anything and everything.
She's the one I love most.
Please, God, let me keep her.
I can't lose her.
Do not take her so young,
do not take her from
her blue-eyed baby boy.
We have to write a book together,
act in an indie movie,
visit greece,
make videos,
dance,
we have so much to do,
please, God,
please.
Please do not take my sister.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Not too sure why
But finding peace within myself is hard
Even when I find the perfect guy
I still hold up my guard
I want to let go
Make things easy
To stop feeling low
Stop feeling queezy
Go back to fun nights
Just living life
Where we didn't fight
And be in the future, where I'm your wife
The future is scary
Something I can't control
Someday I'd like to get married
And always have your hand to hold
But that's not certain
Although it's up to us
To make new beginnings
And never end trust
I'm sorry I'm this way
It's harder for me to live
Sometimes I don't know what to say
All I can do is give
"Tú sin mí"
Is unthinkable
"Yo sin ti"
Is sinkable
Our language can't be reproduced
But I am replaceable
And that's up to us
Y yo lloro y lloro
Por favor mío
I can't stop to think
Take me to Río
Just give me a drink
Is the love there?
I question sometimes
I'm sorry I'm so scared
Overthinking is such a crime
It's difficult to understand.
I just want to sleep
Hold your hand
And know I have you to keep
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
She said"am I dying?"
As lots of blood departed
So much blood Moses would
Mistakenly try to part it
And since her screams started
In fear and confusion
I've been panicked its satanic
The imagery it's producing
And all she kept asking me
Why this is happening to her
And the pain made her cranky
And I just wasn't sure
What to say or what to do
"I'm only looking after u
Whille ur parents are gone
I'm just as ****** scared as u"
Then she asked for me to look
At it and see just how bad
It is and even though I said no
She persisted and then her dad
And mom came home to
See me and their daughter
****** and frantic, and that's
When her father
Asked me to stop examing
His daughter so well
As her pants were off and in
The panic I could hardly tell
Even though she's clearly
Bottomless but was distracted by fear
Since that day I can no longer
Watch horror films and it's been years
And when I run into her she acts
Like it was no big deal
But her screams and squeals
Still makes my stomach feel
So Uneasy that I get queezy
When my steaks medium rare
Knowing the meats been marinating
In its own blood and I swear
I literally have flashbacks
Start to sweat, I even gag
I hope I'm never around again the
a 12yr old comes on her first rag
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
If I ever feel
too fine just to pass
the time I fly and
get saucy most nights
a little will do
queezy rush sublime
hit my vein hid crime
seeping weeping will
of mine wavers hot
rebrand refresh re:
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
Let the tears run down.
Try not to drown.
I wanted to be there for you.
But I’m a mess, what else could I do?
You make everything look so easy.
And the thought of being without you makes me feel somewhat queezy.
Life just keeps kicking me down.
I hope you’re doing better without me around.
You were just like my favourite sweater.
Always comforting, no matter the weather.
But you’re gone and all I can do is cry.
I can’t say that I don’t want to die.
So just promise me that in our silence, you’ll do more than me and that is just survive.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC