"rmp" poems - Hello Poetry

i think that everyone's lives are moving on in flashes of boyfriends and best friends and plans and my best years are slipping through my fingers because i hate being lonely but i'm happy alone i have the small town disadvantage knowing there's more but being to scared to get it stuck here by myself watching everyone i know pick a college and fall in love while i'm holding on to childhood and lusting for boys i'll never get and sometimes everything i've done or will ever do feels pointless like i will never be remembered so why should i try? because even if i write a best seller and get famous (because that's what i want) nobody will remember me because it will all end because i'll never be pretty so my face won't end up on magazine covers maybe in the back and i won't get picked up by cute boys maybe in a dark bar but i'd be too afraid to go in so i'll sit and watch out the window as my life goes by and feel nostalgic for something i never had (rmp)

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May 18, 2013

May 18, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC

whocares

small town disadvantage

i think that everyone's lives are moving on in flashes of boyfriends and best friends and plans and my best years are slipping through my fingers because i hate being lonely but i'm happy alone i have the small town disadvantage knowing there's more but being to scared to get it stuck here by myself watching everyone i know pick a college and fall in love while i'm holding on to childhood and lusting for boys i'll never get and sometimes everything i've done or will ever do feels pointless like i will never be remembered so why should i try? because even if i write a best seller and get famous (because that's what i want) nobody will remember me because it will all end because i'll never be pretty so my face won't end up on magazine covers maybe in the back and i won't get picked up by cute boys maybe in a dark bar but i'd be too afraid to go in so i'll sit and watch out the window as my life goes by and feel nostalgic for something i never had (rmp)

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A deathly silence filled the air, As I stood amongst a real nightmare, I didn’t hear a single sound, And in that moment my heart did pound. The large vehicle lay on its side, Like a stricken boat caught in low tide, It lay there not alone, But with 13 men trapped and they started to moan. On hearing those poor unfortunate souls, Who must of been thrown round like rag dolls, I ran to seek help but my legs were like lead, But I ran and ran as I thought men were dead. With the RMP I arrived back at the scene, A place i will never forget that I’ve been, With lights and noise and people all around, The rescue of men now on the ground. As I stood in a daze fixed on the lights and noise, My attention did switch, I changed my poise, I could hear a voice talking to me, “It’s ok, sit down, they’re all alive, almost free”. Those words were what I needed to hear, For most of that night I was swathed with fear, As I thought I’d killed those in my lorry, But we all survived, eternally grateful and I’m forever sorry!

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC

Simon78

Driver

A deathly silence filled the air, As I stood amongst a real nightmare, I didn’t hear a single sound, And in that moment my heart did pound. The large vehicle lay on its side, Like a stricken boat caught in low tide, It lay there not alone, But with 13 men trapped and they started to moan. On hearing those poor unfortunate souls, Who must of been thrown round like rag dolls, I ran to seek help but my legs were like lead, But I ran and ran as I thought men were dead. With the RMP I arrived back at the scene, A place i will never forget that I’ve been, With lights and noise and people all around, The rescue of men now on the ground. As I stood in a daze fixed on the lights and noise, My attention did switch, I changed my poise, I could hear a voice talking to me, “It’s ok, sit down, they’re all alive, almost free”. Those words were what I needed to hear, For most of that night I was swathed with fear, As I thought I’d killed those in my lorry, But we all survived, eternally grateful and I’m forever sorry!

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When I was 15, I remember buying singles like The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Louie, Louie, Wild Thing, I Got You Under My Skin… I remember buying 45 RMP plastic speed adapters for pennies- pressing them into the center of the records hearing them click in place. They were a part of my youth, little plastic things that popped out of the pockets of my jeans whenever my mom did the wash, invaluable, necessary, plastic discs that appeared everywhere - inside my jewelry box, on top of my dresser, even in bottom of my black & white, catholic saddle-shoes… incredible, magically, musically endowed, little middle plastic things, like guitar-picks, strumming radiant sounds in a back-yard universe across the beams of a basement winter's homily inside the space-lined ears of a bleached blond teenager whose heart & soul were permanently scorched.

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Dec 27, 2014

Dec 27, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

patricia-valese

Ode to the 45 RMP Adapter

When I was 15, I remember buying singles like The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Louie, Louie, Wild Thing, I Got You Under My Skin… I remember buying 45 RMP plastic speed adapters for pennies- pressing them into the center of the records hearing them click in place. They were a part of my youth, little plastic things that popped out of the pockets of my jeans whenever my mom did the wash, invaluable, necessary, plastic discs that appeared everywhere - inside my jewelry box, on top of my dresser, even in bottom of my black & white, catholic saddle-shoes… incredible, magically, musically endowed, little middle plastic things, like guitar-picks, strumming radiant sounds in a back-yard universe across the beams of a basement winter's homily inside the space-lined ears of a bleached blond teenager whose heart & soul were permanently scorched.

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