"stl" poems
Dear boy with the STL tattoo,
I still see your face in the people I meet.
I hear your voice in comedians on tv.
My heart breaks at Eminem.
And let me say, you're much much better than him.
Dear boy with the broken heart,
I never meant to make you cry.
I never saw this coming.
It was just a meeting of chance and time.
I still love you with my whole heart,
I wish you'd understand. Just because
we're not in love, doesn't mean you're
not my best friend.
Dear boy who is my best friend,
Even though we may not be near,
or talking, or laughing, or sharing our tears.
Even though you scratch at me,
I'll always be here for your tired eyes.
Even though I make mistakes,
I beg that you will do the same.
Dear boy with the world in his hands,
Don't you see what you can be?
There is so much locked inside of you
that I don't even see how you can
manage to breathe.
Dear boy who I know I'm losing,
Please remember to be safe.
Remember when the world gets dark,
that a match can like your way.
Please try to quit smoking, and be careful
with the drugs. I only worry because
I care. I'm sorry that's not enough.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
What I know about him
1. His favorite color is grey
2. The body wash/shampoo he uses is called timber
3. His boxers are very comfy
4. His birthday is Halloween
5. He is a big blues fan
6. He played hockey for a very long time
7. He loves traveling
8. He loves the outdoors
9. Fashion has never been important to him
10. He takes a long time to think
11. There is no one I would rather be with
12. He is more emotional than I am at times
13. His feet are very ticklish
14. He grew up in a private school in STL
15. He is as confused by the church as I am
16. His eyelashes are longer than mine
17. His eyes are beautiful
18. He hates the cold
19. He believes in meaningful friendships
20. He enjoys taking pictures but doesn't think he is very good
21. He knows a lot of random trivia
What I love about him
1. He cares about people
2. The way he smells
3. What he wants for his future
4. How willing he is to give
5. That he lets me borrow his clothes
6. He is always up for an adventure
7. When he cares he cares deeply
8. He wants to save the world
9. He loves God
10. His family is amazing
11. Even when he made mistakes his intentions were never malicious
12. I know he will always be there for me
Ways I could love him better
1. Ask more questions
2. Have more patience
3. Don’t interrupt
4. Listen to what he is saying
What I don’t like
1. He uses alcohol as a way to escape from his feelings/problems
2. He is always in pain, and you always know when he is in pain
3. The way he yells at his mom
4. Abi (his ex)
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
X-Men doesn’t make sense without you here to explain.
Wolverine’s backstory is hard to ascertain.
Geeking out without you just isn’t the same.
I don’t know what comics are worth reading.
And the covers to these graphic novels are so misleading.
I’m trying to expand my comic knowledge without you and not succeeding.
The Game Cube is just gathering dust.
Two player to single player, trying to readjust.
Playing multiplayer alone feels so unjust.
“I’ll see you soon.” You say.
But I know that only means if you don’t work every day.
I’ll just spend our time apart wishing you weren’t six hours away.
I’m sick of Facebook being the only way we communicate.
And even though hearing your voice on the phone is great,
I’m starting to wonder if it’s worth the wait.
I’m sorry if I’m getting hostile.
Lately it’s been hard to smile.
Sorry baby, it’s just been awhile.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I'm still in shock.
I feel like the entire universe
Was crumpled up into a ball
And jammed down your throat
In the form of torture.
Please let her escape.
She's just a kid.
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
She doesn't eat green eggs and ham
So positive but full of light
A smile and head of her time
Her story is not done or has yet to be told
The warmth of kindness and understanding is something so great
A duck always seeing the hope but never giving up
A few words but always makes other shines
I wish i could be more like you
A heart of gold and drive that never ends
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
a desperate hope
in a deep hole
to reach the brim was stl far
.the ladder found me hopeless
brusquely i climbed up
to the last step i found myself shaken down
and the persistence made me climb again and pushed me to the brim.
after ward i walked around the brim of the hole .
i didn't feel like taking a look down the hole but where to go......to be continued
standing near the brim my back facing the hole finding where to go
finding no where to direct and i thought behind my back might be some
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Myself i held with surety, and tighter still my intuitions
And every action or conscious idea I perceived right
But after the shadow of your burden shaded my mind,
I took my gleeful optimism into your crimson night.
Where kettles and pipes and burning cigarettes,
Filled my nose with scents of foreign avenues,
And jangley buskers crooned into sweltering evenings,
With anodyne preachers sermonizing ‘round the fescues.
And midnight walkers- shades to the dark,
Beats of the beaten left out in the world,
Would pass our meager partition
Above which hung the nation unfurled.
In early morning six by six shackles
Walls stained from years of fire and tar
The end always seemed so near
And the world too far
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC