"slurpees" poems
I need to pay more attention in chemistry
instead you're all my eyes wanna see
So I began paying you more attention
And wondering if we had chemistry
But then you moved seats permanently
So I decided you probably wouldn't be into me
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
you know what i'm thinking about, now.
it was too hot outside to do much of anything,
and my car was on low fuel anyway.
[but i bet you didn't know that.]
and i hadn't slept the night before,
and i was ready to tell you that i...
i simply couldn't do this anymore.
but i knew how you felt about running away.
so i stayed, ********* i stayed.
and we ate ice cream with our fingertips,
and never spoke aloud what we felt as we did it.
has silence ever spoken so loud, bbluv?
and in fragments i remember our movie,
and the whole time i wanted to be closer.
so i sat on the floor, and you in your chair,
and wondered if you even noticed me there.
and then i remember hours and hours of night,
being irresponsible and [occasionally] flirty.
but we had to get up in the morning,
so we tried to stop our endless flow of words.
and i remember calling you after i wrecked my world,
and i paced around the house in my barefeet,
and whispered what happened, what i was afraid of.
i remember you mentioning my drunk texts, too.
and yes, i remember slurpees and wasting time inside.
not because it was hot ouside,
but because i just didn't want to leave.
i didn't get anything else done that day.
and i remember the feel of your bed, your pillow,
so different from the couch i had been sleeping on.
and i remember this look in your eyes, and i...
didn't know what it meant, at the time.
and, you know, i wish you weren't sorry.
for driving me away, i mean. that's okay.
but the way you did it tore me apart.
i'll be way too honest here and say it changed me.
i kept waiting for it to hit me,
day after day after ************* day.
you weren't coming back, not ever.
but still i waited, and still i wait.
and then, at the show, there was nothing.
i don't even know if you noticed me.
and that hurt me more than anything.
but i know i liked that your shirt was different.
and i also know i could understand.
because you said that last time,
and i got it, didn't i? i got it.
so don't tell me i won't. just don't.
tell me you miss our slurpees,
and you miss sweating by your pool,
just to delay my leaving a little bit.
even if it meant our legs got soaked.
and then you have to tell me this:
you don't want anything back, and
you don't want anymore late nights,
and you don't want anymore desperate phone calls.
and then i'll let it alone, and be okay.
and i can say this honestly.
because i know you, and i know...
it simply won't happen that way.
"but we both know this won't happen.
because i don't know goodbyes,
and i don't know severed ties."
i know you don't, so stop pretending you do.
you know, you're wrong about something.
you're excellent at leaving. you just **** at staying away.
but is that because, maybe,
you don't want to stay away from me?
so embrace october,
november, and december.
we'll exchange pumpkin pictures,
and costumes too.
we'll send pictures of thanksgiving,
and complain later we ate too much.
and we'll send anonymous presents,
and detail our new year's eve.
and then, what do you know?
we'll have come full circle.
and maybe, just maybe,
this will be yet another year of snow.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
I'll do anything for you.
I'll learn to play the cello for you
Move out to the city for you
I'll be there for you, more than I can, every time, always
When the movie is over
And we're the last two sitting in the center of reclining seats
I will hold your hand and keep my body still while you sink into
Your pondering mind of a thousand feelings
I'll drink slurpees with you in the winter
And drive for hours without reason
Without having to ask me to, I will
I'll be less shy
And get along with your friends
Take you out to dance
And be the first to text
Anything you want
Anything you need
I'll do anything
All of me
My bits and scrap, entirely
Are yours to keep
But I will not say I love you
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
I've been ****** since I can remember.
Falling into the arms, hearts and wallets of all the men in my life
Who were double my age, but made me happy and free,
However short of a time.
I even loved them without any money.
The ones that bring me to the gas station and gift me,
With cigarettes, slurpees and 99 cent coffee.
Blow him bubblegum kisses from the passenger seat,
And kiss his lips while he drives us along the open highway.
I've only felt comfortable cradled in the arms of a lonely older man,
Whose bed has been empty on one side for years,
As if he had been waiting forever to meet me.
Light of his life, fire of his *****
So young, I'll never learn.
I would die for them.
However wrong it may be,
However much I crave a long lasting, true love.
This kind of love will always be my favorite.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
there are times in your life where it does not matter what horrible things lined the edge of your clouds. despite what it seemed like so often, sometimes you just can't take the silver out of the gray.
it's often things like this that remind me of my summers with you. awful and tainted by extremities and currents threatening to rip us in alternate directions, almost succeeding.
and yet i look back on them and i smile.
because, no matter what the stories are behind it or the after taste those days had, there was a lingering taste of sweetness.
whether it was sweet tea, freshly cut grass, chlorine, slurpees, smoothies, or coffee ice cream,
we always managed to wash down the sadness for a while.
even when silence rings louder than the words we didn't speak, the emotions speak louder than words, or pictures, will ever say.
that first summer, even on days where i felt my whole world was crumbled underneath my bare toes, drowning in the pool i drenched them in, i kept them in for another few moments with you. and those are the memories i look back on and smile. no matter what happened after or with other people.
and the second, i was gaining my footing but you somehow slipped. funny how unsteady ground can be, one foot from the other. and despite your falling, for other reasons or for someone else, i still see the time as peaceful. i'd never had what we had before with anyone else. not how we felt.
we've got another summer together approaching and this time i feel like i owe it to you. i think it's up to me to pull my **** together, despite my complaints, and grow up a bit. to bring you slurpees and suffer through heat just to sit for a while. to drain gas tanks and sit in parking lots at 4am to be able to talk. to hold hands through car washes or sing to each other or whatever else we did. i want it again and we'll have it. we'll figure it out.
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 3:50 AM UTC
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Slurpees
Good music
Stunted moral judgment
Good friends, good times, good fun
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
I keep writing the spaces between heartbeats,
I keep touching the things that aren't real,
I keep saying how I'm going to change into something,
I keep erasing the lines that I've written before,
and when will I write for myself.
it takes skyscrapers filled with polaroids
it takes little white lies and telegraphs
it takes reflective puddles of gasoline
it takes armfuls of daisies and paisley print napkins
it takes princes and paupers and slurpees and silver
plated bracelets and philosophical books and memories
of people sitting on cracked green-brown bus seats
it takes things I knew and throws them away; it takes crispy hot nights
when cheekbones are sweating and boys who know nothing
of what they want filling their hearts up with and euros in pennies and sitting
on six clouds of old medications and basements with just too much dust.
it's a matter of time,
it's matter of perspective,
it's a snapshot hold-back parallel circle of constant irrevocable dimensions of porch swings
and merry go rounds undeniably irritatingly provokingly making me sick.
swish swish go cassette tapes I keep within reach
I can pull out their insides and stretch out the tape to reach to the moon
past the treetops and over the sun and into my head while I sleep.
someday I'll tinker with those that dream nothing,
and someday I'll write for myself.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 6:32 AM UTC
i know you're thinking about it now, too.
fingers dipped into coffee ice cream.
watching 'girl, interrupted,'
and i know you watched it closely
and maybe you questioned it like i did.
i know you're thinking about
those nights that we talked until
it wasn't the night anymore.
rushed phone calls when we
felt desperately to hear the other's voice.
nights spent in laughter,
nights spent in fear.
secrets, and dreams.
slurpees, and hiding from the heat.
and i remember that when you left that day,
my pillow smelled like you.
and to be truthful,
i held it and inhaled until
i thought my lungs could burst.
i tried to hold you in.
i tried until i couldn't anymore,
just to have that little bit of evidence
left over of your visit.
i'm so sorry that i drove you away.
i begged you to stay and then i left.
i fled, constantly, and i don't
know when i'll stop running.
i'm afraid of standing still,
but i'm also afraid of the
pain in your ocean eyes.
i'm afraid to be the one who causes it,
even though i know i am.
i'm ambivalent,
pulled between wanting to heal it
and wanting to protect you from it.
you'll never understand.
i'll never understand.
sometimes it's just easier for me
to leave it all behind.
to leave it to melted slurpees
and ice cream and movies.
to late nights and secrets
and the heat of everything.
and maybe, just maybe,
the upcoming cold will
bring the end of us.
officially.
but we both know this won't happen.
because i don't know goodbyes,
and i don't know severed ties.
i don't know how to end poems
or tie off chapters.
all in all,
i ******* **** at leaving.
and i'm sorry for that,
i really am.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 9:54 PM UTC
In a nonchalant nook of a meadow and brook
There's a spot where the rules don't apply
It's not easy to find in the rushes enshrined
And you'd have to be ever so spry
It's here, cast aside, that the fairy folk hide
The ones Disney politely declined
Though they twinkle and fly through the midsummer sky
Their employment was less than refined
There's a stout looking sprite in a shimmer of light
With the buzz like a million sighs
Her name sent a shiver straight over you liver
It's Shitwallop, bringer of flies
There's a couple of wimpish and creepy wee imps
Pale yellow, like ageing canaries
It's Wagglebrow-Kisses and Gropetit-Dismisses
The ****** Harassment Fairies
And floating around with a raspberry sound
Leaving sulphurous fumes as she goes
Like a starfish but hairy, the Flatulence Fairy
Queen ********** drifts up your nose
There's so little to write of the Soddomy sprite
That I won't even mention his name
Dodge Flapcrack and Slurpees the Harpies of Herpies
And avoid any friends of the same
If you want my advice, which will have to suffice
Then I'd stay well away altogether
For I've not even touched on the ******* and such
And a fairy looks scary in leather
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
late night runs to the 7/11 with those kids you’d stay up all night waiting for the sunrise with. in the parking lot, you’d sit on the curb and drink slurpees, but not feel satisfied, in fact you’d feel kind of empty. and you realize; they’re leaving, ready to go on their own journeys without you. they’ll be having midnight adventures, driving around the downtown streets of philly, singing the music you love, and talking about the girls they used to love. in their dorm rooms, you know they’d pass around a joint or a beer bottle and talk about the bad times they had in high school and the good people they met there. maybe your name would come in passing, but never anything more than a slip off the tongue. the idea of them forgetting you hurts, but you laugh because you realize they’re still standing here with you. and that’s what should matter right now.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
Begins while still babbling, fluffing their feathers but showing them how to open a door
Cradling while still wobbling , cleansing refreshing their moving forward is now an obsession
Needs met in stages, all corners being cut on wages ,personal provisions not as important as before
Finding new futures being seen and needed by others while the maternal grip holds back progression
Swaddling & coddling felt as primal instincts now making it even harder to break the link
Many words spoken of time passing so fast after the fact we are now left aghast
Spoons to forks to even knives, sippys to slurpees &slipper; slides ,but now on the brink
Crawling on floors to climbing the walls,bringing one up while both become more grownup
soon passages mementos & chronicles are just another generation that has passed
Building a healthy home life while learning from strife ,daily rituals helping to meet the masses
Transparency of childhood taking on newer levels ,more corners thinking & revealing more opaque
Vibrant with many variables is addicting for all those involved while trying to avoid the view through rose colored glasses
One coming of age while others just age gracefully ,while also hoping life will cut a clean break
Fledgling to finally flying ,fashioning fortunes while falling and occasionally fumbling
Brought along with bumps & bruises mingling with blinks & blushes ,crushes while also caressing
Weights of the world now wait but maybe leaving elders holding the gate,flying to fast leaves them stumbling
Fondness strengthened to unbreakable loyalty no others rising to this level of royalty
the preparation for the separation now comes as a mixed blessing.:) R.C.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
CIRCUMSTANTIAL ADDICTION
Possibly providing early pleasure, roaming in the moment,soaking in perceived passion
Unforeseen future,risking random rendezvous,what is not known is never seen
Few intentionally defile, no goal to pursue anything vile,yet a path is laid by their action
Safely sampling simple treasure without a true measure,so much just becomes routine
Much to our dismay quickly caught up in a fast array,simple pleasure no longer part of the attraction
What will it be that makes that early plea? slow pace to a full blown race,starts with caffeine maybe ending with amphetamine
Youths candy is indeed dandy,sipping slurpees slipping into sugar diabetes silent diseases forming from recreation
Mellow urge before the surge ,avid appetites flowing ,mild appetites growing to affinity
Beliefs are blind to habits formed, fantasy world forms from infatuation
New age of games bring new pains stayed clear of beer now a new hurdle to clear
Each taste a test ,with skills learned from pain we face each day with veracity .R.C.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
There's no need for you to worry
No need for you to fret
I've been to see the doctor
And he says I'm not a threat
He says that I'm not dangerous
And I will be okay
And that the voices in my head
Will one day go away
If unhinged were bottle rockets
I might light up the night sky
I could snap at any moment
But I promise not to bite
Don't be nervous I'm not contagious
Though I'm not a betting man
My mind's just on hiatus
Out building castles in the sand
So you see there's no need to worry
Or call the authorities
But if non compos mentis came in Slurpees
I'm pretty sure my brain would freeze
Perhaps I see things differently
Than the normal side of town
Doesn't mean I'm pushing crazy
I'm just tugging on its hand
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
cringey stuff
what is it about
my emotions
that i gotta
express them
through this method
say less
in the coming days
shut my mouth
keep my head down
and just stay quiet
until i die
dice roll
snake eyes that cry
next roll, sevens
eleven, slurpees
blueberry ice
nice dreams
chong with the ****
and that makes me cheech
can't never win
gotta stop trying
busted
gambling
love is a high stakes game
leave you
broken, lost, roaming
and rambling
i ain't happy here
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC