"shawna" poems
The psychics were breathing smoke,
rummaging through my roommates collection of abstract art,
they told me what my favorite Modest Mouse album was,
they told me about my personality,
I told them I was a psychic,
they told me to **** off.
Everyone assumes an original identity
in the self-inflicted apocalypse
provided by that old friend, alcohol.
Kevin was the smooth-talking,
drink-mixing extraordinaire.
Kara was the cynic.
Shawna was the kindhearted.
Evan was sober.
Tyler was in and out.
I was the ******* that took a party pill,
bounced off everyone with a handshake
and an apology.
We **** ourselves to resurrect,
piece together the discordance,
the chaos,
the girls.
While the psychics were breathing smoke,
while Kevin was collapsing,
while everyone was worried about me,
all I could say was,
"This is the happiest night of my life,
and that depresses the hell outta' me."
I longed for the sirens in the distance,
I took another drink,
I longed for renewed innocence,
I took another drink,
I longed for someone to lay beside me,
I took another drink,
it was finally enough.
I took off my shirt,
made war with the remnants of stability,
of sanity,
told my friends I loved them,
and hoped that my time ended in sync
with the sunrise.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
I lap a bit of the water out of my cupped hands,
then splash the rest on my battered face.
Evan looked at me like I was obscene,
left the room, slammed the door, burning,
Tyler was still nauseous, buried in the couch,
talked light about being surprised at his survival.
I made him some toast,
we tried to piece together the night,
but we only remembered that
he concocted some White Russian rip-off and called
it a Grey Romanian,
I talked to Rachel about *** and respect,
Evan wasn't very appreciative of the cake I baked,
nor was he kind to Shawna or Kara when
they gave him kickass gifts,
Bobby kept Tyler from drowning in his *****
Lauren brought me a blanket when I was freezing,
I passed out in the bathroom,
and the general consensus was we need to slow down.
Tyler told me he felt like he needed to go to church.
I felt ***** too,
but it was more from the things I have seen,
I have touched, and God never could make me unsee, unfeel.
Tyler and I sat and talked like ancient men,
men who had far outlived their time,
and were just waiting for death's hour
to claim its ****
Pure things come and find us,
we won't find you,
not down the road we've been taking.
Pure things,
the world should hang its head in shame
at all its ***** things.
Give us a revival.
The Grey Romanians, the depths,
and the *** aren't giving the answers
we expect.
I told Tyler I loved him,
walked out the door,
the sun was too bright,
I walked past an Asian lady,
her smile was insane,
I climbed in my car,
put on some Thelonious
and mended myself with each erased mile.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
Dear shawna.
I wish to inform you
That I am forgiving you
And wishing you well
For the best karma
I need as
I am Buddhist
Though I cannot be compassionate
Towards you
For only Allah is compassionate
To all.
According to Islam.
I am only human
A flawed creature
Who can only forgive.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Dear Shawna
I want to thank
You for
Taking me to the French shop
Now I can recognize
Tantra
And it’s ****
And it’s immoral intents.
Yes I can smell rats.
You may have saved me
From a fate worse than death.
Dear mom
Thank you for training
Me to smell
********
I will be carful
You may have saved me
Though
You saved me again
From a fate worse than death
Dear miss turner
Thanks you
For helping
Me find a bad
Situation and
That’s it’s ok
To go to the police
When needed.
You may have saved me from a fate
Worse than death.
I guess you
Guys were meant to cross
Patches for a reason
Now
I have some hard and huge
Questions to think about
That may even save me.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
Donna was a med student who excelled with the written work
But when it came to the field, with dead bodies she would shirk
Which made Regina smirk
Regina had two other friends there, Laura & Shawna
All three would bully other girls, especially Donna
One day Donna had to dissect an eye of a dead body & when she cut what looked like a thick string
The coagulated blood & the smell sent Donna puking
Everyone found it amusing
The professor warned the class to get use to the body oozing
While he continued with the lesson, Regina came up with a cruel plan
With the help of her friends, they snuck in after, cut off the arm of a dead man
And transported it out in a backpack
That night, the big man on campus, Jack
Threw a party in his dorm room
Donna decided to go, hoping to chase away her humiliating gloom
There was an array of alcohol, which Donna started to consume
Which she has never done before
When she started feeling dizzy & couldn’t take anymore
She went back to her room & when she got into bed
She felt something slimy & smelled bad, then she realized with dread
It was something dead
Seeing it was an arm, Donna lost her head
She started screaming intensely loud
Regina, Laura & Shawna were laughing & feeling proud
When the screaming stopped, Donna still didn’t come out of the room, which caused them alarm
When they opened her door, there was Donna maniacally, gnawing on the severed arm
To the dismay of her family, Donna was never the same
Rumor has it she now craves dead flesh & was declared insane
And that she was committed into Anglings Mental Asylum
Since the family moved, no one really knows what became of Donna Wylam.
Based On An Urban Legend
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC