"twitterpated" poems
I gave her the full 140
No Punctuation Necessary
HottoTrot LickedandLocked
Missed the spot and blued my rocks
Cause she was on her.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
I remember
when we were seven
we would sit on your porch swing
for what felt like minutes
but was probably more like hours.
We would talk about silly things
like your mom's hot dogs
and the push lawn mower
or how "cool" you thought you were.
And I thought you were cool.
I remember
when we'd spend the whole day
in your room.
Or until our moms made us come out.
You would show me your rock collection,
purple and silver.
We'd play darts,
or Monopoly
and talk about your crushes,
me hoping that my name
might come up.
I've always had a crush on you.
I remember
when we were twelve
we sat up on that hill
that looked across the whole
beautiful city
and we barely even spoke
a single word.
We just sat there
in the tall pokey grass
eating our dry sandwichs.
I would glance over at you.
I don't know if you were too.
Your mom took pictures of us there together that day, I wish I could see them.
I remember
when my mom said,
"Emme, you ride up with anomonys"
My heart skips a beat
when I hear your name.
I was so happy
to sit with you,
yet so nervous
hoping I wouldn't say anything weird.
The chair lift ride was quiet,
we were quiet.
I kept scooting closer to you, were you too?
I remember
when I looked into your eyes
when we looked
into each other.
The world stopped.
Something changed within me.
I felt something
I had never felt before.
I felt lost, stray.
I felt found,
like I finally belonged.
I turned away though because I got dirt in my eye.
I remember
for six or seven years
we were pretty good friends
or I felt like we were.
The past one or two years
our friendship has been
the best
and the worst.
I want our good friendship back.
I remember
how we were sweet
and "twitterpated".
I remember
how we were bitter
and in misery.
I want to stop this madness.
But to do that
I would have to let you go
and I can't do that.
Because what I saw
in your eyes,
was love.
What I saw
was my life
with you.
I miss you, more than you could ever imagine. I wish we could be together, but right now we are only memories.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Befuddled,
Tongue Twisted,
The things I become when I talk to you.
In hope of finding the right combination,
The exact thing to get you to smile.
Flabbergasted,
Twitterpated,
Feeling something I haven't truly felt in years.
Butterflies in my stomach,
Twisting and knotting trying to contain something.
Fighting myself,
Unsure what to do,
When all I can do is think of you.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 5:29 AM UTC
You make my poetry crumble
Like a building set for demolition.
I want to write beautiful things,
But when I gaze upon you
My mind draws a blank.
I don't understand it really;
We are miles away from each other,
Yet you make my legs restless
And my knees as weak as gelatin.
Your icy blue eyes peer into
My soul until I can't help but melt-
I am in too deep for comfort.
I am sinking fast in the quicksand
Of your sweetly smooth words.
I am fighting off my feelings left and right
But nothing will stop you from knocking
Down the walls I have worked so hard to build up.
I want to tell you I love you like you have
Time and time again. But alas I cannot,
Because I don't want to be hurt or worse-
Hurt you.
It's not fair that you pull at my heart strings
Like you do because I have nothing in rebuttal.
Everytime I try my jaw locks up,
My lips seal tightly shut,
And my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth
Like it does when I eat peanut butter too fast.
I try to put my feelings into poetry
But even then the message comes out wrong.
I give up!
I am just a twitterpated poetress
Who's penmanship is less than sub par...
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Eyes like black holes
They draw me in
Green as the spring bloom
Soft and inviting
A voice like a melody
A laugh like a song
A caress so tenderly
What's taken so long?
Mere folly
Or fortune
I'm not quite sure
Malicious and meticulous
Milling out malignant
Thoughts of malcontent
My melancholy
Maybe
A cure
To sit
And laugh
Without pressure
Or care
Means more to me
Than water
Or air
You sit across and giggle
And I just stare
Ask what you will of me
My story is bare
My background
My triumphs
My sadness
It's there
Ask any question
It's nice to finally share.
Feel free to reciprocate
You will always have my ear
There's not a story you have
That I don't want to hear
Things are beginning
As before I stated
I find that in this spring
I'm #twitterpated
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
Loved up, twitterpated,
call it what you will,
there really are no words,
to describe the way i feel.
When I hear her voice,
my spirits start to rise,
but pales in comparison,
when I look into her eyes.
When she's around I feel complete,
like all of me is there,
but when we're not together,
I fall victim to despair.
I have no words to describe this,
and I don't know what to do,
because I've never been affected,
the way I am with you.
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 10:34 AM UTC
Twitterpated,
never sated,
forever fated-
It's all true.
Starry eyes,
tearful goodbyes,
loving sighs-
All for you.
And in the middle,
Pleasant dreams
Passion's screams
Strange and silly things-
A love as deep as the ocean blues.
So till tomorrow,
And thru the days
Your lips I'll crave,
Your name I'll praise-
Never a single day I'll rue-
For true love's pairing
Is no red herring,
And deeply caring-
I live for you.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
take a stride in a room full of lurking shadows,
appalling wails and whines and spellbinding
sensations that make my chest wander for the
nth time in this walled twitterpated stead of
ours — of mine.
let the intoxicating fragrance of cigarette mixed with spilled coffee of lies and sham
disguised as loud kisses and delicate nights
guide you and be enthralled at how spruced our pictures are, together with the reverie
turned into shattered dreams.
but cautions must be taken — never stay for too long for it resembles a sanctuary of invisible arms drawn around my body that reminds me of how well loved and protected i am even in darkest times, a completely stupid hoax.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
webs
are hinged, locked, and strung—
with the world twitterpated rapt.
while i, you witness, cannot snag a verb—
and the prey, with her tease in akimbo
fluttering flirt, flies—
winked, and sought, but e'er—
uncaught.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Infatuated to your personality
Attracted to your skin
I wanna go infinity with you
But you keep getting in my way
And you do it either way
So don't even try to explain to me that I'm the problem
Remember we went downtown and you ignored me for an whole hour, doesn't matter anyway since you found someone else
You told me you were sorry
And let me down
You held told me you didn't want me now
So you shut me down
I will forget you and see what you lose
You think love is something to be blamed for
What are you doing this for?
You loved me like no other
You struck me down
You told me you're sorry
Then you turn around
You whispered in my ear
And said you need me now
Infatuated to your personality
Attracted to your skin
I wanna go infinity with you
But you keep getting in my way
And you do it either way
So don't even try to explain to me that I'm the problem
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
Pickling is a process
And so is sticking with some showy shrew.
Stewing is a process
and so is showing me that I'm like you.
It's takes a *** of water,
It take showmanship.
Laughter into laughter,
into improvised loving moments that slip.
Slipped into a joke, and
sliding into a smile.
I don't have to try.
Because you, your soul
I can beguile.
Maybe not no ones.
But that don't matter to me.
It's the game that I had chose to play,
because your eyes are all I see.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC