"stomper" poems
im a jumper
im a thumper
im a bear
im a pear
im a hopper
im a stomper
im a eater
im a steamer
but i am not a screamer
im not a cryer
nor a laugher
not a surgeon
not a garbage man
but i am me
and thats all that matters
me
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
imma puddle stomper.
the sky is gray
my smile radiates today
my empire thrives
while above, the heavens cry
clouds mull along
cleansing themselves free
tear after clean clear tear.
cascading around me
the tiniest liquid gems
suspended in moments
of perfect redemption
sparkling happiness
in a loved lost youth
dancing along
i'm off to swirl with the gusts
my audience, it sways
whispering their amusement:
what a silly little girl, they say
a wave swells around
my limitless stadium
swelling, falling
crashing
pulling back again,
all that holds me down.
now I can feel so clean.
in the distance, a slow rumble.
for today i am invincible
a last turn, face the crowd
applause, applause.
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
A craigslist seeker, she seeks to die and dies to live, Cant pay the rent when the roomies turned out to material gifts, what a queen she is, tattoos to cover her paraplegic scars.. numbing is her entertatinment fly for free you darling of heavens bars, drive me wild you rose among bedded thorns where fashion is intelligent, irrevelant your beauty flows past caked mountain bliss..Lover you douse me in your 60s content where men just now understand you, how the tracks are soo bent...shine for me you diamond eye holder, Victorian crime loather, loathe with me, stick to me you animal of ****** nature, your stature hard to read, none to feed your lips to give heavens honey where no or none money can buy what all you have to sell, you stomper of demons you broke heaven and hell, for this heart has swelled to you me love..............title- limbos queen
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Static Position, floating in space
Just an item, lost without a trace
I emptied my love into the pages
Floating here in my stasis
I offered my heard as a sacrifice
It was left decaying
By the black widow's bite
Drained of blood, dying in the web
Released to the infirmary's bed
And while the doctors perform open heart surgery
I'm left floating again in purgatory
Awake to the eyes of an entity
Pure and white, barely a human being
So much softer, so much brighter
Half human, half angel, hell of a fighter
The poison within fights for control
But her gentle warmth keeps it at bay
The harlot stands just outside the window
But guess what you cheating thief, I surived
Guarded now by the spider stomper
I can more easily now, thank you God
For sending me the cure for the Harlot's Bite
Written Nov 2nd, 2011. I was 18.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
What professions could you aspire,
with your sky-wide hands—a mountain for hire?
A stepper, a stomper, a mammoth barbarian?
Surely there’s something—must you be a librarian?
Look at your size! It doesn’t make sense!
You sat just now on the library fence!
The ‘brary doors open ‘low even your knees
The shelves at your toes! The people like fleas!
You could never succeed as a little librarian.
No less than a lion could eat vegetarian!
I told him all that. Fact, I told him twice!
But a dream is no more a gift than a vice.
For my giant had dreamt of a future so long
filled with books-upon-books, snug where they belong.
He’s clung too far n’ too fast to simply comprise,
‘for he’ll give up his dream, he’ll alter his size!
Thus he searches the land for the littlest books,
hoping each tiny page will change how he looks
One day, he imagines, he’ll fit through those doors.
He’ll walk through the stacks—how a dream can endure!
With thousands of little books scooped up in his arms,
the giant starts reading ‘til he’s learned every word.
But a thousand, a million, no number of verses
could shrink down that giant to the size of a person.
Closing the cover, his dreams ‘gan to fade
the shelves and the stacks—the future he’d made.
‘til a comforting voice squeaked all of a sudden
What a wonderful book! Could I check out this one?
The giant looked downward, right under his nose
at a thousand odd books shelved right in his toes
I warned and I cautioned, now I must carry-in,
no ‘brary keeps books like the giant librarian!
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
You are you.
You want to overcome.
It gets you down.
You're not enough.
You want it all.
It lifts you up.
Everyone gets exactly what they want.
You stop trying.
All others are thrown overboard.
You learn to steer the ship yourself.
The man on the radio tells you how to get to shore.
You steer away from shore.
You are going to sea.
Out on the sea, you'll be forgiven.
You are alone now,
Except your ship has a name:
Glory Stomper.
And the stars are coming out.
And the moon is a crescent.
And those dolphins jump by to see how you're doing.
The world of beauty loves you, needs you.
You stand tall now.
Head back towards shore.
The dolphins escort you.
Turn the Doors on your stereo.
"Wishful, Sinful, water covers everything in blue..."
Somehow you always know what to do.
You cannot fail, you've simply transcended.
Long ago, at that.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Tonight we watch a rival to match all rivals
One of blood lust and rainbows
These two have been at it since the beginning of birth. Forever at the others throat. Let's meet our competitors!!!
In the blue corner weighing in at 114#'s with a reach as long as her career
She's the stomper of dreams, the instigator of fights, it's IIINNNNSSEECCCUUURRIIITTIIEESS!!!!
And in the red corner also weighing in at 114#'s with a reach half an inch shorter
She's the rainbows after the storm, the swell of joy in your chest, the giver of forgiveness, it's
HHHAAPPPIIIINNNEESSS!!!
The referee for tonight's match is neutral. Let's hear what he has to say to the opponents
"Alright ladies. We discussed rules in the locker room. Hitting below the belt is illegal. The heart is frowned upon but in the game. Let's fight as fair as possible"
"I saw that shady, did you? That gleam in insecurities eyes when neutral said the heart. That woman has it out for happiness "
"I did see that fair. Happiness' eyes got round as saucers. She knows that insecurity is gonna pull a fast one. Want to bet that it's 'he's not really in love'?"
"I don't know shady, I'd hate to think she'd pull one so low. He did just profess his love to her"
"She could pull that 'he's still in love with the missus. That he really doesn't want to let go' "
**** shady"....
TO BE CONTINUED....
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC