"rubberband" poems
Drift
Noun
A slow and gradual movement or change from one place, condition, etc. to another
Drifting
Verb
The ********* feeling in the world
It’s like, were still friends but we’re transitioning into acquaintances,
maybe even strangers in the near future
Daily conversations start to get rusty
And every word said feels like so much effort
Real talk, becomes small talk, and soon, maybe even no talk
Maybe we’ve just exhausted the list of things to talk about
And you know everything you wanted to know about me and I know everything I wanted to know about you
Or maybe you’ve reached your word limit or something, I don’t really know
But what most people don’t know about drifting is that
Drifting can be a one sided process
Like I’m here freaking out about our friendship and how we haven’t talked in days
And you're just there, probably not even noticing that we haven’t had a single conversation
If our friendship was a group work
I’d be that person doing everything, trying to fix things, putting so much effort
And you’re the one who seenzones the facebook group chat
It’s like we were on boats and suddenly a current rips us apart and if you just pull me in your boat everything will be okay
But no, the current is pulling me away from you and I am using all my strength to paddle back to you
And you don’t even notice and you even find the time to take a swim
Our friendship was a rubberband
You were holding one end, I was holding the other,
The rubberband stretched as the friendship grew, it got tighter and tighter
and suddenly, you decided that rubber bands weren't cool so you let go and i got slapped in the face by our friendship
It’s like wanting to chase you, but not wanting to chase you
Because it can come off as clingy
It’s like wanting to talk to you but I don’t
because I don’t want to disturb you
and that ***** cos you're the only one I want to talk to
but I'm probably not the one you want to talk to
so I just scratch the idea out of my head
and think of another way to talk to the person I once had endless conversations with
the hardest part in drifting is deciding what to do
should I let go?
Because they say that drifting is just a sign from God that you’ve learned everything you can from that person, right
And if I do let you go and we’re meant to stay friends aren’t we eventually going to find our way back to each other?
Or should I hold on, on this one-sided stretched rubberband of ours
and try to fix something that might not even be broken in your eyes
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
I have been
stuck
on this rubberband for days
I keep pulling
extending
and stretching it
back
I quickly release it
until I hear it
snap
It hit me quite hard
up against my wrist
The minutes and seconds
are raking again
The strands of my hair
on the ground
I feel
lonely
Or even worse
Trivial
Like a shallow river
in the street
After several days of rainfall
I'm an overbanking creek
I flood the town
As if I were the ocean but
there was never
any depth
There was never
any substance
to this interest
Because I
Never felt important
And so I lie flat
on my bed
Until I let
loneliness
Do open heart surgery
It makes a mess of me
And then it stitches me up
Necessity has the teeth of a dog
But I let it burn through
And in my own dissonance
I mother significance
Swarming out of my chest
Until the rubberband breaks
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
the mockingbird is four yards in front of me.
it is 5:47pm.
it is just barely December,
but already my heart has frozen.
i am no longer able to turn the great wheel of the stars.
i am but a fragile stem on a withered rose.
the old grandfather of winter has come to live in my heart.
night has wearied my bones.
the mockingbird is perched low on a cushion of oak moss.
he is taunting his feathers the way mockingbirds do.
he is basking in the sun.
he is wearing a beautiful coat of indulgence.
he is twitching his tail and quickly bobbing his neck.
he is deflecting and dodging and eating flies out of the air.
i decided to take aim.
i have no rhyme or reason.
i have a slingshot.
i flex the rubberband once for tension and twice for luck.
the bird sees no evil intent in me, nor i in it.
i place a single devil's eye marble into a warm leather home.
mr. mockingbird is surely mocking me.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 12:17 AM UTC
like the flap of butterfly wings,
and softer, smaller, thinner things.
golden shimmer blackened rings,
the tips of your limbs fluttering,
landed weightlessly on my skin.
tickling to my bone glowing hot,
you whispered in my ear, the *****
hairs at end by winds collapse,
revealing secrets, treasure maps,
weak rubberband encircling snaps.
the spot was marked by sweat to graze
the endless fields of goosebumps raise
an image of a butterfly, it plays,
and whisked into my range of hair.
when i can smell the sound it makes,
and feel its taste in stomach aches.
the butterfly of the body shakes.
into its home, my heart, it takes.
and wraps in black my golden shimmer veins.
your breath the breeze that brought the butterfly's
wings to form to speckles of your eyes.
and lashes batting winked into the skies,
and kissing cheeks and spaces between thighs,
to make goosebump mountains to scale.
when you feel the flap of butterfly wings,
in your bones valley, in blood springs,
into your ear a hush, whisper, the insect sings,
and pulls you in by golden harp strings,
wrapped in black in ropes and rings.
a melody in passion, it begins.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
You keep pulling
Tugging
Never knowing my limits
Until I snap!
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Pin my arms to their furthest range,
so they’ll forever outstretch to everyone else.
Strum me unendingly. Listen to the hum.
I always do what’s asked.
I can’t wait for the day my insides tear
to the point of steady separation.
Then maybe they’ll stop pulling at me,
and I can tug at my own heart strings.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
I just want everyone to be happy, why can't I be?
My head hurts,
as my heart parts from my body,
is this what's left of me?
Detached numbness I feel,
is this the calm before the storm?
How will I go on,
without your presence as the norm?
I am a rubberband,
pulled tightly by those who care for me.
I bend and pull in knots,
when will I snap completely?
Inevitable, but I socialize my way into solitude,
mournful of my own attitude.
You're such a good person,
it's my fault
it is my fault.
I never wanted you locked up in a vault,
though I'm now safe
from your preying on my insecurities,
my mind is still busy and full of formalities.
Everyone thinks I'm better off waging war,
but I just wanted peace.
Still, you needed to be gone,
you weren't even on my lease.
The feelings still shake me that I cannot release,
Regret and Remorse
Your love a drug highway,
I GPS'd the course.
Driving forever,
Stranded
The love ran out,
I searched and I pleaded
but there's no fuel about.
Don't ever forget that I care,
even if to you it seems wrong.
One Day I'll convince you,
in Rhyme, and in Song.
I will remind you,
it wasn't farewell, but goodbye.
When I told you I loved you,
it was never a lie.
I still just want everyone to be happy, why can't I?
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
once a rubberband
stretched beyond capacity
now a bungee cord
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 8:57 PM UTC
The barren wasteland
Of my warped mind
Held by a rubberband
Made of space and time
Nothign gets in, nothing gets out
Alive
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
No song from future, *** wayne
Can describe this feelin' and or pain
From the beginning till the end **** got stained.
Like a scar it won't go away
Stayin' up all night like it's nothin'
Maybe I try to show off that im bluffin'.
Or exaggerate the fact I'm hurtin'
On the corner wet as hell but lowkey dryin'
Messed up, mad man, tarzan
Confused like tape on a rubberband
Can't sleep without thinking of back then
When I hugged, kissed dreamed about you or just holding your hand.
Pillow cases they show all the real faces
The ones when you can't sleep during different phases.
Of the night, and in the morning you can tell all the traces.
From all those signs down there it amazes.
Probably don't won't or ever just care
But this was not intended for you to be a dare.
And I am stuck looking for an exit that is not ever there.
Yet my feels still strong **** I hope you still care.
Probably act tough to be buff
But inside I am hollow like a cracked up oeuf
And the real me Aint what you see but from the stuff
The lil dam stuff from the times I was still happy and with a bust.
Probably this won't make sense.
For you because I may delete this soon.
But if there were a word to describe everything I there is right now..
I'd say immense.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC
Soft mountain springs.
Rushed river flow.
Fish flounder down stream.
Birds chase fish.
Grace, dives on a string.
Through water's skin.
Rubberband back.
Heartbeats in flight.
Thriving for landing.
Scrape the tree.
One meal today.
For another's escape.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
quick!
tell yourself you're ok.
quick!
before you realize
you aren't.
for once
i wish i had more time
before my next class
i wish i had forever
wrapped up
like a rubberband ball
i wish i could unravel it
and disappear.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
crayons in hands
and stickers on face
with a cute headband
as i decorate my camera case
♡
i miss those days
♡
a pen in hand
and pimples on face
with a rubberband
as i speed up my pace
to finish studying
♡
that's me now
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 7:32 AM UTC
tear the hair out of your roots
out of
the soil
sitting atop your head
careful
though
as to not rip any of the veins
that are so intricately packed together
inside your
rubberband ball
brain
you must slowly unravel
yourself
to get
free
again.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 9:01 AM UTC
One of the world's wealthiest
persons on the planet
And if wealth is translated
into power
then certainly one of the
most powerful
Mark Zuckerberg
creator of a huge popular website
known as Facebook
spun a simple idea
from a class Yearbook
or so in my imagination
Yet, this priceless idea
is an elastic rubberband
stretching around the world
uniting everyone
into a Huge Happy Family
with no privacy
This once in a lifetime idea
is pouring gazillions of cha-ching
upon Zuckerberg's head
and leaves many wondering,
will he begin considering
using his cha-ching
to become the next Superhero
and save the world
doing everything in his power
to stop diseases, monsters
and slow this ever growing
homeless population
in America,
Will he?
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
The fragility that lingers around the relations one has is baffling
Noticing how the so called strong connection you have with another is inherently weak
It lacks strength when compared to a wet piece of paper
It lacks the elasticity found in a rubberband
And when it is shattered
It lacks the feeling of loss that can only be found in heartbreaks
It is the budding rose
Who's life is cut short
By the very roots
That once helped it grow so
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 4:09 AM UTC
Catch me in the clouds fighting my demons.
My sword slices nice and easy.
I marvel at the sweet nectar that leaks from my enemies.
No man nor woman is better at harming me than me. Such is life I suppose.
You and me. One in the same.
We're alot alike you know, soft and maybe a little too nice.
Don't compare me to you.
I know where that's gotten me, time will tell where it'll get you.
Pain suits me well, I take it in stride and bounce back like a rubberband. You spin around and yield to your vices.
Now that we've separated, I see it.
You're nothing like me brother, and you never will be.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
Did you tare up that note? I will never know if you did but I know that I did.
As I re-read my poem The Note I noticed that I still feel the same. I still feel unwanted, ugly, stuipd, fat. And I see that I have started cutting again.
The Aftermath is hard. Your parents now turn into siblings, your siblings now turn into family, and your family turns into the internet.
"I can't do this anymore!" You keep thinking everytime you look at the aftermath. The aftermath of tarring up that note.
Everyone now knows that you are Depressed, restless, and have lot of Moodiness. Everyone sees you struggling and they want to help.
Truth is they don't know how to help. They don't understand what's next after the aftermath.
Your family starts talking in private. You listen threw your bedroom door and here things you and I should never have to hear.
Have you heard what I have heard?
Are we really all in this together? Or do we just hear that, read that, and think that. But then nothing happens.
I am here right now to tell you that the aftermath ***** Your mother threatens to drag you to the hospital into the Mental Ward.
You get told that your being insane. That your acting insane. So you look to people online. They comfort you and tell you to use a rubberband to help with the self harm.
Welp guess what your mother takes that from you too. You see, the You's, I's, and We's turn out to be just another word on your screen.
But it's true we can all do this. We can beat depression. I will never know what you chose. I don't know what I have chose. All I know if that even thou I wanna write another Note. A note no one should read nor write. I don't.
We can make it past the Aftermath. Just hold on a little longer. Yea,
The Aftermath *****
Oh well.. You can do it. I can do it. We can do it.
[Author] - I never thought that I would make another poem to go along with this one so I hope you enjoyed. All of this infromation from this poem and the first one is true in my mind. I hope you choose life. I know I have....At least for now.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
melt into the sun, the infinite glow and breathe
penetrate: filter the soul’s contours
and grasp
closely
all that is holy and that which believes it is
dance in the infamy of a thousand giggles, a thousand *******
caress slowly and hold close the eyes of a lover
and surrender to your greatest fears
betray the demons, dance with butterflies
find the place inside where hidden lies
desire and indulge in chocolate covered kisses
sing songs of peppermint songs of rubberband questions
why is she smiling and fall breathless
making love to life to god
to all that is holy within;
pray
surrender guilt into cotton candy, skeletons and
sink into mint cookies, ******** moments
palm trees sunflowers and dante’s inferno
the hell of a thousand lies and conquer the night
worship stars swirls rocky road ice cream smile
twirl up up down in laugh breathe sing holy holy holy
pray surrender demons and questions
surrender
give into ginsburg captured on that last day that last morning\
desert songs cholla and speak their names to the sky
the night chris nate take back your stars
perched granite sacred rainbows and forgive
fill love into crevices bend shape hold
breathe
breathe a thousand roses splashed into the sky
swallow grains granules lick and ingest strength
heal heal conquer and give
trust the skeletons trust the fall trust the touch
of a donut-flavored tongue and whisper i love
to hear your laugh words small words
big words words of accusation words of love
words words words
loose yourself fall into another and let your universe
turn upside down shake time
mock lies delve into the abyss
embrace falling stars fallen souls fall slowly
sink into strawberries sticky with ***
lawnchairs and graveyards
find beauty in everything in every vaginal opening
and give life yourself and seashells
to that last morning
surrender to the soul’s embrace melt away
the flesh of yesterday and rebuild forests
find forever in teardrops lovers in strangers
the matrix of the possessed centaur and wrap icy fingers
melt fire and give into yourself
pray
pray to the moonlight earthworms dasies
pray prayers of solace prayers of death
of intangible misgivings and of all things holy
and melt
fall away
rebuild
caress
B-R-E-A-T-H-E…
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC