"tmi" poems
Saturday morning
Bedroom with sun shining through my green diaphanous curtain
My cats have carved out little holes where sun strikes through, unfiltered
and a rhythmic sound from above
Someone is getting frisky
and has a squeaky bed
And the natural cycle spins on, faster, faster
more intense and finally gone in silence
It's better than violence
but still TMI
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
My life has changed... I feel cold... Alone.. And upset... I cry silently.. I dont know how to move on and im trying i really am but i just dont know how. I feel something in my heart that i cant explain. Its like a physical pain but medicine doesn't work. My birthday is coming up and its hard to picture any celebration without you.
My head hurts from missing you and sometimes crying. I know time will make it easier but noone talks about the "right now"... Part of me was amputated the day you left
My heart weighs a ton yet its empty. Losing you has been tough although thats an understatement... Its been less than 48 hrs and i have at least 3 things to tell you already.. Who do i tell? I re-read our texts over and over and i smile because i have no regrets. You kno what you mean to me and i sure know wat i meant to you. I even have u tatted on me forever. We did so many firsts together and this.... This right here we were supposed to do together too... But you left me...
You never think that the last time is the LAST time. These emotions come in waves. One minute im okay the other minute all these emotions come rushing and its overwhelming. The minute i think im alright it just starts all over again. I dont know how to handle it but i do know that time will make it easier to cope with.
Some people know what you really meant to me. Others may say she was just your 2nd cousin. But... I've lost my best friend. Yes she was my cousin but thats at the bottom of the list bc blood couldnt make us any closer. She was my ride or die. Usually i was the one always arguing on her behalf tho bc she didnt have a quick enough comeback ever. My partner in crime, My confidante who knew everything and i mean everything even the TMI stuff. My comadre, i still dont kno what to tell the kids... And they just mentioned you today. My heart shattered in that moment. She was just my person...
I can only wish everyone in this world can experience the bond like the one i had with her. The ties that bond us are impossible to explain. Our bond defied distance, time, or location because we were just meant to be.
Because you are my person and will always be my person... I love you
Me duele el alma..
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
allergens tickle in
like snorting
Pop Rocks
respiratory passages
closing up shop
relegated
to mouth-breathing
until I summon
pseudoephedrine
to bomb the ****
out of my face
Liquid Plumber
of snot
side effects may include:
scrambled brains
traces of ether
floating a foot off the ground
perhaps the sexiest poem ever written
and tmi
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Easier to retell events by saying, "I have a friend" when I say friend it's me.
I have a friend who created a profile on a few sites. This one was for wanting
to get to know someone who writes poems but my friend is a not so good wannabe poet.
My friend is a good looking guy but with working on net for hours he joined
Facebook because my friend has a busy life but wanted to friend and
chat with people while working who post little of those tmi headliners updates.
He joined Google plus adding interesting lady he likes to his circle.
He didn't break the law last Friday but met someone in a parking lot thinking
she was nice and maybe he was ready to throw in the towel on meeting the interesting one.
The goal was to **** butterflies he's got in his stomach he gets thinking of interesting lady.
He made a mistake giving out his cell phone number after a long talk
at dinner with the new lady he met and who asked him to dine and she insisted on paying.
My friend wishes he'd figure out she was a Facebook friend who used a different name,
much younger pics and ones of others. She had been trolling the net stalking his profiles
and comments to figure out what he was seeking and what he wanted in a lady.
He's now regretting his actions and feels dumb after learning Miss sneaky was a fake.
Miss Sneak Fake figured out pretty ****** fast which poet he was posting as.
His vm is full from all calls she's been making since they parted late Friday.
He's thankful he did not give in to her requests of seeing his place.
He prefers living with being patient and the butterflies in his stomach over that
one with fingers that wont quit dialing. He regrets believing she was normal.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
There is too much information
In society today
TV, Interenet, Social Networking
We are all exposed way too much
To what is going on.
What happened to choosing your information?
To pointing out truth from propaganda?
Truely in America and Worldwide
We live in a era of TMI.
Sep 3, 2010
Sep 3, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
Christmas with the family
everyone, is there
even our cousin Bertha
causing trepidation, fear
I'll have some eggnog
You under the mistletoe
Our cousin comes to greet you
I think it's time to go
Her mustache always tickles
I avoid her, best I can
tell her, I've up and moved
now living in, Iran
I thought I was safe
Iran she don't believe
She grabbed and kissed me from behind
Now I have to heave
Not on me you wont!
Dashing for the door
*** she's right behind me!
with hairy lips, abhorred!
I tripped and fell you see
Right on top her cat
She dragged me back by my hair
And on top me she has sat
I can only imagine
the horror, twixt her thighs
the smell, and the feel, senses reel
just before, you die
Die I wished so fast
The stench was really ripe
Mystique about kissing cousins
All it was, was hype
Now if our cousin resembled
in any way, shape, of form
Taylor Swift in stockings
I'd definitely, perform
But she is really hairy
And just shaved her head
I think she's looking to get married
But I'd be better off dead
She can marry you!
I think that I'll go gay
with no other escape
that's how, I'll have too stay!
Leave me here alone
I see how you roll
I'm heading out of town
Can borrow some money for tolls
We'll run and we'll hide
in seedy, dank motels
she'll never find us
hiding just south of hell
Hell no she won't
Until she dies
Cuz she's done this before
With other related guys
TMI, and ***
things I don't want to know
she's closer to you, than ever to me
you should be, her next beau
The party is over
The lights taken down
Old cousin Bertha
Is sporting a frown
High and low
she's searched everywhere
we made it too hell
she's not going there
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
I wish you would get deported .
I curse the east European country that produced such a fine specimen of god like features
Coupled with a Zeus complex .
And all the series of unfortunate events that lead you too my small town eyes .
My guts haven't unraveled for days and I have forgotten what eating for enjoyment is as it all turns to ashes in my mouth .
Grief is a my white knuckled steering wheel , uncontrolled sobbing in traffic .
It is "our" dog barking at me to remember to breathe .
It is my mothers kisses on my hands because I cannot turn my head to meet her blue eyes cause they are the same color of yours .
For every cigarette I light I hope you light two
Because I'm drinking this poison but trying to **** you.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
her face is like an open book
I'm a scoundrel and a crook
my tribute in the comment section
led to nothing but rejection
open chrome and instagoogle
flaming hair and freckled booble
get rekt 'til eye of the storm
not an exception but the norm
she'd be my wife I'd love her gently
sometimes you just take a selfie
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I decided some time ago
To go naked from now on
It saves a lot on my laundry bill
Plus I admit it's a bit of a thrill
The town has gotten used to the absurd
Of me being naked as a Jaybird
Although there still are ladies fainting
And lots of babies crying
There's no better feeling than letting it all hang out
Plus it gives the bridge club something to talk about
Even if it's just a little bit
Did I mention it's cold as I'm writing this?
Though I might have taken it over the edge
That day at the grocery to buy milk and bread
The cashier thought me deranged
When she saw where it was that I keep my change
One thing good came out of all of this
They treat me now like nobody's biz
Although I've never been that cheap
They now give me everything I need for free
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Poetry is like my diary
I can tell her anything and everything
I can scream from my soul
In aching longing
Intense rage
Or sadness beyond measure
Perhaps it’s TMI
But I tell her my secrets
I tell her how you taste in my mouth
How you took the time to figure me out
How I love the feel of our own rhythm of life
Indeed no one else understands but who cares
My poetry, my diary, my life
It’s messy as hell
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
A hat from the 'twenties
a slender form
a dark blur approaches
mumbled instructions
to himself
A pale face
and round glasses
a smooth, lazy voice
declarations of the mundane
walking down the hall...
A strong dose of TMI
with a hint of philosophy,
genius?
A cordial nod
My heart attempts to
strangle me
I want to leave...
That is how I know he is coming
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
my body misses you more than i do
no, no,
hold up,
before you accuse me
of being a *** addict"
or only "wanting you for your body"
hear me out
when i say my body misses you more than i do
i mean
when we
started being more like a you and a me
i didn't like it
but neither did my body
TMI but
my stomach hasn't been so well
going to the bathroom after every meal
and nausea kinda follows me around
it's hard to lift my feet off the ground
i feel heavy
like i don't know to explain
what that means
but basically
my knees are buckling
and there is a bolus of food
stuck in my windpipe
it's getting kinda hard to fight
last night i started craving
fried food and sugar
and okay- maybe that's just ***
but like
my period is a good ten days away
that's not to say
that it shouldn't be this way
but
it shouldn't be this way
i got onion rings
but then threw them all up
because i could smell the oil
there is downright turmoil
in this body of mine
its definitely not fine
i wonder if i have bulimia
but that seems too simple an explanation
there's more to this situation
yesterday we talked
and i felt like i could eat
a three course meal and keep it
but now,
****
a bite and i run to the bathroom
is it food poisoning?
i doubt it
because if you were here right now
i would be fine
all that aside
my heart is crumbling
my chest is collapsing
i can feel my ribs
break and buckle
because they have no use
left anyway
with all that heart break
and ****
so
i miss you
i do
but my body does too
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
i want someone to read my dirtiest thoughts
and not be scared
or pity me
i want empathy
while i spit blood and *** and sweat and pull at ingrown hairs;
while i tell you i’m not sure why i’m alive
while i tell you i’m not sure anyone loves me
while i tell you i’ve had dreams about you exploding,
your insides spread across the living room walls
in some kind of strange irony,
i want you to be as sad as I am
but lovely enough to pull us both out
i want to be saved
little by little
person by person
word by word
secret by secret
until i know longer feel like you would run if i told you i wanted you to run,
or if i wanted you to stay;
until i no longer have anything horrible enough
to scare you away.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
I heard it on TV.
Everything.
What u have for dinner.
She says.
Chicken.
Silence.
Except, ... for the tv.
That's still on, then making mom laugh.
Everything.
Home alone, two.
My sister is gorgeous.
Whatever.
Tmi, duderino.
Love it!
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
In many relationships.
They mainly fail because of one involve.
They give out too much information.
What is private?
Needs to stay private.
But for some reasons people loves to speak.
A minister's will advise they only know, what they are told?
For, if they was kept secret.
Then personal information wouldn't be known at all.
Gossip here.
Gossip there.
And when the relation's fails.
Then you feel you should have listen.
When it was you that gave out too much information.
So, when it comes back at you.
You feel you was done wrong.
Think before you speak.
Means more then just words.
Comments, can't be known.
If they was never heard.
TMI, shouldn't be used to apologize.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 6:14 PM UTC
It’s quite alright that
The Wookiee has no pants
Neither do most of us
In our video chats
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
****
Where do I start. How do I start, knowing that I can never find the perfect words to express every single little bit of emotion and the billion thoughts that run through the messiest brain to exist- mine. Yes I believe I have the most complicated brain in this whole entire universe or maybe I share this same belief with few other beings, competing to win the title of having the worlds messiest brain.
Having just experienced one of the many **** cramps oh and probably the first of the year, I have to say that I am in great pain and anxiety. My toilet is occupied by my mom and will continue to be for the next hour. Many things go on in the toilet. I hope I don’t **** my pants. Have I found myself? or maybe I jumped to that question way too fast. I have come to a realisation that I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. My mind, body and soul has been disconnected and ta da we have disorientation, constant questioning of self identity, a whole lot of self loathing, uncertainty, lack of emotions and the list goes on.
I am now on the toilet bowl and very much thankful for the spicy and alleviating whiffs of cigarette smoke taking over the pungent odour of- I don’t need to go any further do I. I have always felt like a TMI person and sometimes I see that as a negative thing but is it really? What is so bad about exposing oneself and only letting the world know the truth? Do we have to act a certain way in which we don’t address the smallest things that bother us and pretend we are all fine when our wedgies are killing us! Quite tired of putting up a ******* front!
The pitter patter of rain and petrichor helps to calm the discomfort of my stomach ache. The result of consuming large amounts of chocolate and milk on a cold rainy day. This is the start of something new or perhaps something that I have lost. My ability and nature to write my thoughts down. Something so simple yet complexed. Have I hid my innermost feelings these pass few months or maybe...what I have done might just be the scariest thing. Deflecting my feelings and the truth then proceeding to believe the lie I had been telling myself all this while.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
All the thoughts that collect in my mind right now lead to biting... TMI
A phrase sewn into the very fabric of my thoughts and words,
Let's be weird for a second so that I can feel normal,
Its been awhile,
We all know the feeling,
There is a selfish stench that covers the true sincerity of being on the end of a babbling mouth,
Word ***** so I've heard.
A price for the anxiety driven conversation,
That, one, I? you?
Just want to end by revealing that too much has been shared and all of Hell will open to devour the chosen who failed to keep the mouth shut,
Speak it anyways,
Just yesterday I thought about ******* indeed I did,
How little, how much, how long,
It's not hard to know this moment,
Where a sensation overcomes experience,
The slip,
What a beautiful snipit of what matters,
Taken away,
Becomes some sort of "okay,"
Unless controversy over ego and ego draws a tarnished line of how much I and you know,
I really can only focus on one subject within this,
Uh,
It took me like 8 times to even begin this one poem,
I kept getting distracted, love, children, being a teacher,
Following tangents of conversations and panicked assumptions, those normal thoughts that see the warning signs of danger,
Light up a cigar and say **** it,"
Charging full speed into the unknown,
All of that kept me from drawing a conclusion to why I really wanted to tell anyone that I like biting.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
my secrets are so reclusive
i don't even know what they are
my fears seem unrealistic
like most of my dreams are
my desires are basic needs
giving me a comfort zone
my love I have for you
means I never feel alone
i hate this body i reside in
i feel ugly, old and boring
but your eyes -
the way they hold me -
(could they be more adoring?!)
everything I tell you
you don't always want to hear
'TMI' you say to me
your fingers in your ears...
but above all else you ask of me
and will forever be true
I can love no other (ever)
as I love you...
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
on the shore again,
away from all the lol's, the omg's
and especially the brb's
because he doesn't want
them to brb, or fret they have
revealed the dreaded TMI
he wants all their cryptic
and crap-tic codes to disappear, to be
erased from memory
and he can again be on
the Pacific, with his dreams and illusions
making tracks between the two
knowing they too will be
washed away at high tide, as evanescent
as an imho or a ***
though not birthed by silicon gods;
created instead from sand between his paws
and washed away by sea and salt
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
I'm eating like a normal human being
To fuel myself
Treating myself well
I deserve it, I know
But it's making me panic
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
I drank a bottle of magnesium citrate almost 8 hours ago and now I’m at work really regretting it.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC
Social Media has changed our lives
In ways both good and bad.
Will it stick around or is it
Just a temporary fad?
Know people's current location.
Even see what they had for dinner!
Find out election results:
Who's the loser? Who's the winner?
Keep abreast of births and deaths,
Parties, weddings and celebrations.
Send your condolences,
Comments or congratulations.
Read up on current trends;
Catch the latest breaking news.
Share a joke or witty saying;
Find out people's political views.
Watch a video clip or listen
To a friend's brand-new song.
Post your favorite recipe.
(Hey, with that you can't go wrong.)
Read a poem or view people's
Photo albums on their wall.
Sift through scores of unchecked "facts."
Yes, Facebook has it all.
Sometimes there is TMI;
Sometimes there is not enough.
Sometimes there is powerful info;
Sometimes there's a lot of fluff.
You don't have to read my postings.
No, that would not offend me.
However, if you choose to block them,
I'd prefer that you unfriend me.
- by Bob B
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
sat b’twixt a ghoulish plight.
Will it scupper? Will it sow?
Will it flash amidst the snow?
Born a’time a’lost in wonder,
Plundered foolish lines a sunder;
Hot cross buns peer and sigh,
For Tiger Tiger caught their eye.
Louie Louie what d’ya do?
Made a mess with peep and view.
Did they ask? Did they beg?
Why’d ya need to flash third leg?
Seems to me, “just jokes and fun”
is man’s excuse for crime of stun,
For Louie Louie, clutching stick,
Will he exposed? (well obvs if *****
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC