"sleepover" poems
This pink teddybear
Is not like all
Pink teddybears
You don't want to take
Her to the hospital
Or to a sleepover
For she has
An additude
And
A foul mouth
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
the good things in life seem to stay;
like the color yellow, or a warm summer's day
waking up early, running barefoot in grass
feeling the morning dew brush past
hearing the twinkle of an ice cream truck
if you go, you'll catch it, with luck
eating a popsicle as the sun beats down
riding a bike through a small playground
when dusk comes, once again
we're swimming at night and playing with friends
lighting sparklers that shine brighter than stars
popping cap guns you could hear from afar
running barefoot right down the street
giving the neighborhood dog a treat
taking polaroids like the pictures will stay
but lost them then, by the next summer day
watching as fog rolls slowly ahead
the sun goes down, so time for bed
excitement and thrill, time for a sleepover
the day, for now, will never be over!
karaoke on beds at the crack midnight
crashes of thunder, scary stories, and fright!
still, pretty soon, we get used to it
or in the summer, it all happens quick
never sleeping, don't want it to end
even though there's the weekdays and weekend
glowing lights hang above the bed
sleepy eyes remind us dumb things said
summer, now, doesn't last forever
even if we must change the weather
we must savor it, you and me
and kiss summer hello thrillfully!
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
With, ADHD
You don't really get quiet moments.
Every sleepover I'm the last to fall asleep because I'm too hyper or I don't feel prepared and even if I'm exhausted I just have to get that song out of my head
When class is boring that's the WORST
I start to think of him
And what we could be
And how much I love him
But later I'll talk to him
And feel a pit of hurt in my heart
It's a contradiction I can't confront
Because I've already thought about every outcome and none is good.
ADHD is almost a type of anxiety
I can't
Stop
Thinking
At lunch time people beg and tell saying "WANT A CHAIR?"
I said "YEAH BUT I CAN'T SIT DOWN."
they laugh as if I was joking.
I feel the need to constantly be moving, constantly speaking
Because I've already found out, everyone wants to meet the funny guy.
I will be so tired I can't keep my head up after school but in my thoughts I am chasing after endless answers and questions to entertain who's next to me in hopes to make a good impression
Even if we talk
Everyday.
It's good to know I'm always hyper and have something to do but
Horrible to know
I will
NEVER
Be normal. Think normal, move normal, I take normal as boring and I definitely won't train myself to be that way.
Having ADHD ruins me but at the same time, keeps me from the rest and I don't know which is worst or which is best.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Now let us pray.
May hellfire rain down
on us today, on all those who
offered pay in
full metal change to watch
the life sized lights explode
& wicked witches
hanging by the throat
from a tenth floor window
it was all so cool.
so cool.
demon induced
dementia cemented in
an underground parking garage
sleepover
sleepless
starry eyed orphan
**** princess-
apparel section
regressing to an
oral fixation & a
need to keep the
fingers busy.
pink **** carpet
heart shaped atrocity
rotten thing.
you ain't the boss of me
paleface
scarab angel
seraph snake
made up cheap
heart tarnished
purely
black comedy
legs like a limousine
keeping company with
the holy cross
dressers on the
local drug scene.
oh how special.
yesterday
I fed my
edificial fetish
& I could not
stop thinking.
these high
arched ceilings.
could not contain
my feelings,
if they tried.
drive by advertisements
remind me there's
not much
to be excited about.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
You say you understand me
And it feels nice
Because it's 4am and we're connecting
Because everything is exaggerated at 4am
When the masks come off and the room is dark and there are 5 other people asleep on the floor
When our whispers are raspy because we've been yelling for hours
And the glow of the xbox lights our faces, because we forgot to turn it off
And I tell you things that I've never told anyone
Not even the people I tell everything
The things I swore to myself I would keep secret forever
But it's 4am
And we prank called my crush and yours and everyone's exes
And we talked about dating and *** and we laughed until the parents had to yell at us
We ate pizza and chips and I felt like part of the group for the first time
Because maybe I was
Because you cared enough about me to poor your heart out and catch the contents of mine
But who knows if you meant it
Because it was 4am
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
******* up our secret handshake for over 10 minutes because its been the closest I’ve been to holding your hand in over a year.
Trying to sleep on separate couches. We stay up until 6 talking, we sit next to each other when the conversation gets too heavy. I rub your back in hopes you rub mine. My back doesn’t hurt, I’m just hoping for you to show me any sign of affection.
I’m still so god **** in love with you. I wish you wouldn’t tell me that you’re worried about my drinking problem and I wish like **** you wouldn’t call me your best friend.
It’s almost 7 and you’re sleeping inches away from me, but for what it’s worth you’re ******* miles away.
I’m still drunk and I need to drive home in a couple hours. Hopefully I wake up before 2pm sober and not completely torn up inside that another sleepover with you has left me feeling completely pathetic.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
I'm tossing and turning
drowning in a sea of sheets
in a bed twice the size of my own
until I awake to find his arms
reaching for me
coiling around my body
and keeping me close
till I can breathe again.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
sleepovers are fun
we don't drink no ***
we sneak to the park
and yell like a lark
what is a lark you ask?
well i ain't gotta clue
maybe its for you
to figure out
what its all about
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
Let’s have a sleepover
Just you and me
We’ll dance and sing
Then get under the covers
Laughing like children
Let’s have a sleepover
Under the covers is a secret
You’ll whisper I love you in my ear
Let’s have a sleepover
Your arms wrapped around my bare waist
Keeping me close because
“I’m cold”
Let’s have a sleepover
Let’s get closer so we don’t need the blanket
Our body heat will be enough
Let’s have a sleepover
Let’s have a sleepover
Let’s have a sleepover
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
congratulations,
you are unloved;
undissolved in a world you
watch through glass.
and once again,
you are nine; in the bathroom,
on that floor, as
the blue tiled walls reflect,
and replay
over and over and
over,
and
you wish that
you never truly woke up, from
the strange mix of dream
and reality you
succumbed to long ago,
like a princess, at
rest;
wrapped in thorns
maybe
you'd never have had to pack
that sleepover bag every time
he made you cry,
.
leak
even as the tv still played
cartoons, snot still
ran, and you still
bled (and left).
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
When I was younger I told my mother
"Yo quiero ser como tu cuando crezca"
She kneeled down and said
"No"
I remembeer when I was younger
I looked up to my mother and I dreamed,
of the day I would grow up and be just like her.
She would always say "No"
Hasta que un día, me canse y le grite
"Cuando crezca voy a ser igualita a ti!"
She kneeled down and said
"Tu vas a ser mucho mejor que yo!"
I remember the first time I talked to my mom in english
"A mi me hablas en español!"
The first time I asked if I could go to a sleepover,
"Que no tienes casa o que?"
The first time I asked her permission to go on a fieldtrip
"Entonces para que te mando a la escuela?"
And the first time,
I told her I wanted to go to college,
"Pues a ver como le hacemos pero esta bien"
I remember her eyes, slightly dissapointed
Not at me, but at herself.
She wanted to give her daughter, only the best!
She wanted me to have the chances she never got
She wanted me to be better than her.
I don't remember:
A day that she didn't work
A day she didn't cook
A day she didn't say
"Echale ganas mija"
I do remember:
When she dropped me off at college,
She smiled and said,
"Eres como yo!"
"Eres como yo!"
Trabajadora,
Luchona,
No te rindes,
Humilde,
Sensilla,
Generosa,
Amorosa,
y Valiosa! "
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
The years of playing sleepover in the parents' house are ending rapidly
I must now grow up.
I am no longer a young child, but an aging kid, growing older and older
until water gun fights and Hello Kitty are no longer acceptable
but creepy, immature,
and unseemly for the candidate of an office position.
The rules of hallways, bell schedules, bathroom passes
are obsolete
in T-minus
how long? Too long? Too soon?
Somewhere in the in-between, if I had to make a publicly educated guess.
What happens when I step off the magic carpet
and into the lecture halls with faceless classmates,
bespeckled, bearded professors
who do not care if success is granted?
Will I fall down those steps?
Will my mind become quick drying cement
rather than glue
and trap all ability to think in the concrete with imprinted initials and cracks with grass growing?
I do not know my own future, and it is terrifying
panic-attacking
stealing my REM and disturbing my circadium rhythm.
All to do now is sit, and wait
for fate to catch up with my worries.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a *****
like my number should be on a bathroom stall
"For a temporary good time call.."
and there would be my number big and bold for the world to see.
That must be where they find it or where I find them because they are all so ******
What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Is this truly the way that I see myself? No hello beautiful or I want to see you
No, just a 20 minute ***** without even a how are you?
It is funny because now that you don't have any time for me and I know I can't be with him all I want to do is call him and ask if we can have a "Sleepover" and I know he knows what that entails
really no point in staying the night, just turn off the lights
I take off my clothes, we **** no cuddling or true connection just physical and leaving. You'll *** into the ****** use the restroom, wash your hands, then lay down and pass out and I will be left crying and wondering why I am not good enough to take to dinner, meet your friends really do ANYTHING but be in this bedroom.
But I will slip on my clothes, hold my head high and walk out your front door.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
it feels weird
knowing i am not with you
knowing that we won’t be together for the rest of our lives like we once planned
nursing homes and having our rooms next to each other is scratched out
how from this point on we depart in a way
you are too busy for me to make plans with
too busy to call me
too busy to text me
and my mind is too busy sometimes too
spiraling thoughts spiral more
and i remember how we won’t be together
that feels weird
losing you in a way
except the only one getting lost is me
because you are perfect
and you can’t get lost
it still feels weird
knowing i won’t be the one you ask for the homework anymore
it feels weird that i don’t want it to be me
it feels weird that i have been wanting to escape these friendships for a while now
i am trying to take my opportunity
but at the same time i don’t want to be rude
i know what this situation feels like
my skin is dry now
from our most recent dry conversation
i could not even force myself to laugh
nothing was funny enough
i am sorry that i dragged you down for so long
that i dulled your shine
that i wasn’t able to provide the same support that everyone else was able to
it feels weird
knowing that we are related now
knowing that our friendship is complicated but still simple
a little too simple
simply complicated
it feels weird now
knowing that i won’t be there for you when it is your big first moments
promposal
first boyfriend
or even homecoming
it feels weird
that i don’t want to mix you up with the new life that i am going to have
that despite me having so much to talk to you about
i didn’t want to tell you anything
my mind no longer felt obligated to force my mouth to spill every little secret and detail
that it was more comforting to say that it was too much and i did not want to talk about it
it felt like torture
but not your presence through a screen
my own presence and my own breathing
it felt weird
i didn’t have the urge to want to have a sleepover with you anymore
suddenly eating breakfast and brushing my teeth next to you wasn’t as appealing
i would have rather stayed alone then done that
you were too nice
you couldn’t understand my feelings that is for sure
have fun at your concert though
i hope you find a cute boyfriend that treats you really well
i hope you forget me i truly do
i’m sorry i dragged you down so much
sorry i was the negative in a magnet and a pregnancy test
sorry i couldn’t be someone like you
i hope you forget me
and it feels weird
knowing that i hope i forget you too
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
There was ***** and stolen cigarettes
There were long nights in her bed
There was a 10 year old learning about things he shouldn't know
There was secrecy, "our little secret"
She made me feel special
She was older and mature
This stuff was mature;
Even if it hurt
Even if I bled
Even if made me sick
I learned that a child's body is a play thing,
Locked inside a damp, broken toy box until it was to be used again
I learned that a child's mind was of little value without its sweet and soft body
No child ever came out of that house, that locked toybox
A child died in that house,
Mind damaged beyond repair
But thank goodness it's body is still in tact
An empty body,
An empty husk of a child,
It's much easier to use
Without that body this child is worthless
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
I've spent too many hours trying tower my accomplishments
I stole this art, replaced my heart with everything that's opposite
reverse the hearse, this inner peace is quite a compliant
my yin and yang are but centerpieces upon a ledge
if they fall off, these elements will simply crush a head
solar optimist, a bi-polar writer with floppy-disk
decoded so you can't comprehend
no counter weight for this heavyweight of a mentalist
as I pick up the pen you can see that a flame was lit
since this is my movie, let's keep it groovy and toss the script
I can't wait to show the world what the **** monumental is!
this flow is brilliant to extravagant
I guess what I'm feeling is happiness?
no resilience happening?
Still, don't know who my pappy is
happy pieces of laughy taffy
enough motion from the potion
will have a girl callin me pappy quick
I stay railing like locomotives
the motive is, I'm to motived and focus with all this poetry
unleash my inner locust, then leap on to new pageantry
I'm well adapted like strangers blending into scenes
I gave her the wood in return we nurtured a tree
its double sided girl this **** isn't ever free
If you don't like the price
there's the door you can leave
but look
I know I don't have a car
but soon I will buy a Toyota
pick you up so you can sleepover
I have a super cobra that shots like a super soaker
whenever you're doing yoga
Hulu view for the two,
Youtube view interlude
Netflix an Chill for the mood
Tv on dimmest setting
an inner room lit like the moon
smoking **** watching views
give me snack like I'm scooby do
I just want to lay with you
I picked you out of the many few
from the ocean of this social media stew
girl, what would you like me to do?
November 22, 2016 / Tuesday 1:37 PM
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
After we felt each others skin
and kissed each others neck one last time,
we then started to talk about our childhood as we drifted to sleep.
I remember talking about preschool,
stories we were read to as children,
and then suddenly we both became quiet
and drifted to sleep.
I awoke with a small startle for two reasons.
The first from having slept in a place other than my own bed.
The second is that I was in the bed alone.
But soon after, I heard something sizzling on the stove.
I sleepily turned myself over
and squinted my eyes to see him making breakfast.
On the armchair, I noticed a small note
that wasn’t there the night before.
It was sweet.
Nothing has ever felt so good as falling asleep with you in my arms.
(I swooned.)
Ten minutes later as I continued to “sleep”,
he came over and laid right by me.
For the next four hours,
we laid there having tickle and kissing fights,
snuggled, talked, all those things,
and it was wonderful.
You know… he said to me.
*I don’t usually spend my whole day in bed,
but this is completely okay with me.*
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
I'm at that moment in the sleepover
Where I have a headache
From too many sweets and out of tune singing
We are both curled up on the bed under a blanket
Festooned with kernels of makeshift popcorn
The iPad is full of ridiculous videos
And the desk full of dreams on sheets
Of pure dove white paper
Except now it's covered
With glue sharpies and cutouts
But never mind
I couldn't care less now
Because I'm worrying about the money
All spent on food and clothes
Clothes that make you look like you had less food
Than you actually did
I know you're going to snore so bad
But right now I'm writing and laughing
At cheesy videos and hilarious quotes
I wish we could stay together always
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Yale’s friday “spring fling” was a soggy success - both as a concert and super spreader event. My groove-spirit was dampened by weather and a final I had the next morning.
I pose here tonight, in the chill residential courtyard, on my green sport-brella beach chair, like Canova’s Pauline Borghese, relaxed, canned dirty-martini in hand, still untouched by the covid menace - as if I’d taken sagacious care in avoiding it.
The waxing crescent moon is strutting its familiar runway, like a vague, ambient night-light, but what should we expect for free? Maybe it’s saving itself for warm, clear summer skies.
I can relax tonight and binge on the moon because the school year is over (for me).
I’d been in a coffee-fueled study-trench for over a week, finishing my last assignment paper with my last gasp of academic energy. It illustrated what could be crafted in a vacuum void of originality. I filled it with ideas, gathered like runoff-water, from deeper sources and tailored the paragraphs with care, weaving by sleight, the 3D illusions of depth, breadth and substance. It was very well received. taking a bow
I love the feeling of being done with finals but still living on campus. It’s casual, adult and relaxed - close to life as I dreamed it as a kid.
My room is disassembled and I’m living out of my suitcase. Movers will come and cart off our stuff Monday. Leong and I will head south - like wrong way birds. I hate goodbyes but knowing these are temporary helps. Most of my summer will be like one continuous sleepover.
Happy Mother's Day!
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 11:04 AM UTC
"What happened to the girl I used to know?"
She's still here. She will always be here. I still love pickles more than eating a regular meal. I still love watching Coraline even though I've seen it 67 times and I still cry when she finds the 3 lost children soul. I still draw like I'm in grade 5. I still read Doctor Suess books for inspiration because he was a genius, yeah I said it. But people have to grow up, things become hard and complicated. One day you're going to a sleepover then waking up to a call that your dad had a heart attack and has died. Then you blink and you're starting at him while he's laying there in a coffin while your mom has buried her head into his chest crying and crying Because she has to lose the love of her life today. While your grandmother is rubbing her back because she has to say goodbye to her son today. Do not ask me "what happened to me" I am only 16 and I have to worry about my mom not falling apart and I have to teach my brothers things 16 years shouldn't have to teach younger children. You do not get the right to ask me anything because I am trying my best and I am sorry I haven't been able to feed your ego lately.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
Knock knock, who's there
It's me, your anxiety
A nice surprise, I know
Thought I'd come for a sleepover
The kind you had when you were twelve
Stay up all night talking
We'll reminisce over times gone by
Share embarrassing stories
You go first
Actually I'll tell one for you
Remember that one time
When you actually thought
You mattered
Thought your family would help you
Hug you and maybe wipe your tears
*** so hilarious
I can't believe you actually fell for that!
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
so you think you had it hard?
when you were five years old,
you were given hasbro toys,
when i was five,
I learned how to fold,
and help mom do the laundry,
and tuck my little brother and sister in ,
when you were seven?
you were spoiled beyond your wildest dreams,
when i was seven,
I learned to help make lunches,
and stick up for my little sister at school
when you were ten?
you had the best birthday party,
when i was ten,
I helped mom save up for my sisters birthday present,
that year she wanted a doll house,
and that year she got it, finally
When you were 12,
you went to your first sleepover,
when I was 12,
my daddy lost his job,
When you were 16?
You got your first car,
I bet that was the best part,
when i was 16,
I helped my parents pay the bills,
with my first job,
Are we sitll equals?
the difference between you and me?
some people have to grow up faster than others,
some get to be free, some have a responsibility.
Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
the hum of a fluorescent lamp
old, but
it still works
the creak of the bed
as I slide in
the whisper of a foreign room
and the breathing of a strange house
fill my ears
yellow light floods my vision
from the left
the wall, to the right
bears my shadow
I turn
try to catch a glimpse of me
but I am blurred
stretched
in this place
maybe
I am not myself.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC