"upchuck" poems
Five for fighting
hands to the face
personal foul
player disgrace
Illegal contact
leap in the fray
willful head shot
leg astray
Encroachment defense
mouth guard out
roughing the passer
back field bout
Grounding the pigskin
mis-aligned
horse collar tackle
clip from behind
Knee on knee
offside end
unnecessary roughness
too many men
Gross misconduct
poke in the eye
hooking the shooter
sticks up high
Match ejection
over the top
face off folly
penalty shot
Unsportsmanlike conduct
chopping the block
slew foot infraction
hammer lock
Stick to the head
kick in the crotch
**** end jab
adhering the watch
Slashing the d-man
spearing the wing
running the keeper
back checking
Intentional grounding
stoppage in play
punching and hacking
delay of the game
Striking the ref
aggressor in fight
obstructing the line out
ear in a bite
Loss of downs
hands in the ruck
pinching and boarding
illegal upchuck
Rules of the battle
by the bye
pushing the limits
with a wink of an eye
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
I'm trying to write a poem, because that's what I do
write poetry about me and you, you and I
those guys, these kids...
that time I choked on fireflies because every third word I'd say illuminated the sky and between every spark of light the shadows clenched my eyelids. Or all of the times Elmer fastened them shut and I saw nothing but sticky, icky white glue
poems about something true, like the genetic connect between my cats- they're sisters
or the non genetic connect between me and my stepsister- i miss her
poems about hating the way I destroy each building block I set aside
poems about hanging on for the ride
I could write a poem each and every day about the birth of the earth in may
but when springtime arrives and lucious life thrives I can barely get out of bed
poems about irony
poems about the law of murphy
There's a poem I've written too many times about the criminal I am and all of my crimes
there's a poem I have not yet written in ink, about not knowing what why or how my thoughts think
there's a poem I will write, and it fills me with fright yet gets me through the night
because the beauty blooming from your eyes intoxicated me, like the hug from a drug pollenating
You can't simply try to write a poem- upchuck the acidic thoughts you think
they weigh you down like past and future hangovers
molded like heavy boulders almost tipping off your shoulders- you can't simply try to write a poem
It's like loving your cousin though you've barely known him
like a conch pressed to trying to hear the ocean
but it's really just your blood pumping in motion
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
With the violent jerking,
And battering of my heart,
And my self-image,
I have deteriorated.
I don't want to look at myself for a second longer than it takes
To put on my face in the morning,
Because if I do,
I will begin to poke and **** at my own flesh,
Feeling as if I am going to upchuck every calorie I have consumed
In the 15 years, and 120 days of my life.
If I look at myself long enough,
I am repulsed,
And my day from that point on will be violently,
Disruptively disordered.
Everything I am forced to consume,
Because of the need to hide my disastrous disorder,
Will become disgusting, half-digested
*****
And rottingly,
I will feel pure,
And vile,
All at the same time.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
It's five a.m. I am dawn over, yet again..
I am the water I drink, the food I eat, the air I breathe, the sleep I sleep, the music I hear, the people I see, the places I go, the content I read, the player in my games, the epitome of lame, the disorder I blame, the weeping I wax & wane;
Chaos in a flame
I am the cigarettes I smoke brand name, unruly & untamed, the pride that I coincide with not having shame in who I am, the crazy in my eyes, my daughter's surprise, my fear's accomplice, my mother's only child;
What's worse, I'm wild
My father's little girl, my hair when I twist, & decide to give it a curl, I am five feet, seven inches short, I am a case to dispute, I do mind trivial pursuit, I am the upchuck I hurled, when I found myself among this world, I am dawned before sunset, I am still susceptible to surprise, I have blue/green eyes, I still can't see why god loves ugly, I am critique in concrete, on this couch I have a seat, three cats;
All lying around above below or beside me
I am beside myself, I need mental health, I scream with my mouth, still no one hears me out, I am down & about it, I gave up long ago, I am wishy washy windy, I cry tears laden with doubt, I too often have something that I worry about, I have been spread too thin;
I am disheartened on a whim
I am a cracked *** I am a blossom out of stock, I am a non smoking **** I don't get blown away like the leaves, I have skin that needs to breathe, I left my body because it's a pet peeve, I shed hair in long strands;
I am overthinking needing a weeve
I am punch drunk, I need sleep like I never slept, my pillows head away, I swept them up, put them down for a rainy day, yes I am a classifiable clown, I make path my own way, If only the right hook is in town, I am able to smile at my frown;
B E C A U S E I L O V E T H E E D E E P D O W N
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
i've seen your face, recently,
popped up like that nightmare i keep having where my body is left in
lukewarm sweat. your eyes are still as green as stems, and i want to
upchuck upchuck upchuckupchuckupchuck
it's funny how when i was 15 you were my king,
i would have crawled hands and knees, blisters popping like your
car speeding, impressing the ladies with your hair flicks and
tricks
and i know now i am still that 15 ****** dress up girl to you, only i've
filled out, filled in, know where to put the eyeliner, make it waterproof,
knowing how to speak, my tongue is whipping and sharpening
the last time we spoke we didn't speak. you didn't let me.
you shoved the drinks down my throat so fast the cards were blurry and you waited oh so patiently. 'you're such a bad girl', you said.
with your manhood prodding me, you spoke mean. you never spoke nice.
i wonder if i'll always love and hate you.
for so long you made me question myself.
maybe i shouldn't have worn that, or said that, or placed my foot a certain way or maybe i showed my teeth too much or maybe i was being too flirty, or maybe not enough.
these self doubts became my condolences, and even after we were 'friends', you never looked at me the same way. i had to be 'friends' with you because my friends loved you, even after i told them what you did to me.
i see your face like beers shoved in the back of the fridge,
and i am so mad at you, so mad, so mad, so mad, you've taken my guts
and thrown them into the ******* sun.
i was fifteen, you were almost eighteen you and took my limbs and broke them all.
i was prettiest to you on my knees, but baby i am the most beautiful when i'm stabbing you you you you
repeatedly.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
It's those thoughts that keep you from sleeping
The memories that either make your mind fluctuate with cringe worthy sadness
Or the recollections that entice us to laugh to ourselves at four AM and wish we could go back
Sometimes it's the worrisome or eager anticipation of things to come
Though nothing is guaranteed
Tomorrow will bring the sun
The memories of that time when someone got too drunk and was so far gone you couldn't understand a word they we're trying to say
And as fast as you could say "hey, you don't look so good"
A typhoon of ***** came shooting out at light speed onto the floor
Then the wall
Then the way to the toilet
Then on the toilet
Then eventually in the toilet
And more often than not, on themselves
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I tell you now I mean not to offend, but I have this on my heart
Good friends are hard to find, and I have about two-- so that’s a start
I am built with this capacity to love, and need an unconditional friend for Always
I need someone to talk to, I need someone to share and not judge how I spend my days
It’s crazy how you can have a few that say they are true to your cause
But turn around and leave you lonely to speak only to the four walls
I need an ear to be lent without the bitter upchuck of an aftertaste
Someone who won’t use what was spoken during weak moments to later throw up in my face
Someone who can be honest with me, making me better and not kick me when I am down
And when it comes to the wire, they will defend me and stand with me on solid ground
Someone to offer a hug, and a few words of encouragement when I need to just make it through
Someone that I can call on at any time, that will make time for me because our friendship is important to them too
A person whose words can hit home with truth, but are seasoned with salt
Someone who can admit when they too are wrong, instead of making it everyone else’s' fault
A friend who can lend support in my career, but also admonishes me to chase my dreams
Someone who wants to know what makes me smile, understanding my complexities and my amusement at silly things
A person's whose opinion is just as much the same as mine as it is different because we can agree to disagree
Someone that understands and actually takes an interest in the part of me that's Queen Poetess B
Someone who won’t use me only in their time of need, and forget me when times are great
A friend that can share in my successes and accomplishments, and not secretly stand on the side tryna Hate
I try to be the friend to others that I always wish I had, but cannot find
And I become more restless as time continues to pass me by
I am a good soul whose journey feels unreasonably solo despite my attempts to be enough
And the odds of being knocked down are higher than the expectation to keep getting up
Best Friend, I wish I knew you; I have some tears to shed in your presence
I want to know your character; I want to cherish your essence
I want to support you and help further your ambitions
I want to lend an ear and anything I can to help you to achieve your visions
I want to extend a hand for you to hold when words cannot explain how you feel
I want you to tell me what you are afraid of, even if it’s not real
I want to provide a calming word to ease your frustration
I want to be the one you call when your success calls for a celebration
I want to be the friend you are looking for in the darkness, holding the source of light
Most of all, though, I need you to fill this gaping loneliness in my life.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 4:16 AM UTC
all i can break,
is my metaphorical fingers
as they **** and fly and zing and upchuck my thoughts,
barely there somehow i do not know i do not feel i am far away
and pummel and spit on and crush and **** and bite and tear and torture until they are out of my head and i am a silk sheet fluttering on a soft cold bed
by a father who felt compassion once
and maybe still does far away get out of his head, come back to earth listen come back to us
then maybe silk sheets would flutter and there would be colors and light and movement and pictures and more than this cracked broken glass jar theres no ship in this bottle just air and ants and the aftermath of a parched throat
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
If I grab you in the hallway
and press my mouth against yours,
would you try to push me away?
Seeing as how we never really
made eye contact,
the chances are tremendously high.
I just hate how your stupid eyes
make my face feel warm,
or how your dumb, gruff, textured voice
makes me turn my head around.
I nearly failed my Math exam
because I formulated a possible future
where you and I stay up all night,
talking about how the universe
somehow brought two losers together.
You made me feel like a ****** schoolgirl,
and it makes me want to throw up.
But I'm afraid that I'll upchuck
nothing but butterflies.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
he is running down my legs. sticky
inside my thighs. like the glue you
used in elementary school. the kind that
peeled off your finger tips.
he is inside of me, dampening my
underwear, seeping on my fingerprints.
i do not know if he likes me,
but his touches feel almost like
love.
but it's not love.
i am the girl, sticky with him and
attempting to recreate my spine.
i am the girl, marks like warning
signs on my ******* but all i can say is
(harder).
i want, this girl to jump inside that lake and
drown.
and wake baptized, fresh, alive.
he is inside my hair. he likes my
hair. he loves my hair.
but this is not love.
i tell him to pull, but he is too
gentle.
i am the girl spilling out her
teeth.
and you are the boy chewing up my
guts.
it is not love.
he is the foreign boy who smells, not like
the ads or the films or novels.
he smells like early mornings and that is where i am always
finding his lips.
he is sinking in my intestines, writhing and thriving, he is the upchuck
threatening beneath my
molars.
i am the girl crashing hard and burning diamonds.
within this room he has shredded me.
it is not love. he is not love.
but it is something.
something.
something.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
this is purge
toxic upchuck sludge
rigorous rigor mortis decay
it's not pretty, but it's real
wish I had cupped hands overflowing
with moon rocks and pixie dust
but I'm plumb out at the moment
these words are septic
and the valves rusted over
to get it running again
you gotta let flow
stomach sores fester
bloated bile gurgle
sloshing esophageal shores
the unsaid brimming ruefully
on the cusp of all that was, is
or doesn't even matter anymore
**** if I know
it's all stagnant murky
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
Something to be learned
From my gut
But focus too hard and that tension will cause my gut to shut the **** up.
And sometimes I want it
But until I listen I know I stay haunted
By a gut that churns and yearns to upchuck the truth.
Just learn the truth!
It burns in you!
But still I tense and squeeze and search for keys
Search for meaning, search and plead
We make believe while our guts clench and scream
You are the truth!
Its only you!
And its only me
Because we cause what we see
Just like the fish cause the sea
And the sea caused the fish
In an age old wish for self
You see identity just builds itself
It has no real base in some impermeable self
Its the illusion of self
That swells from relation
Because yours is not mine and
Mine is not yours
But apart from all this: nothing is sure!
We’re a network of cells distinguished by traits
But we form one big gut because we’re one in the same.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
I am that type of girl
That will stay up late talking on the phone
Holding you until your body stops trembling
If you were to punch me I'd grab you and ask if you were okay
If I were starving and you said you just wanted my food
I'd give it to you and watch you chew it up happily
I would imagine it going through your system
And making your tummy smile
I'd listen to you ramble about your unhappy life
While flashes of my parent's fighting ran through my head
The curse words like penetrating echoes in my mind
I Am That Type Of Girl
That will smile while I dodge the murderous bullets
And watch you cry on your own parade
I have a heavy burden
But I've learned how to carry it
I just don't think about it
It's like an illusion
You can't feel what you don't see
But you like to feel what you don't see
That is why you are always complaining and under the bus
I Am That Type Of Girl
That likes to laugh without a reason
I will sit on the floor with you and hold you while you scream
Like an upchuck from the deep bowels within
I'll tell you everything is alright
When I blame myself for my parent's fighting
I tell you to not bear the cross
I'll bear it for you ontop of the world that I already bear
You don't believe in an afterlife
You can't see anything beyond dirt
I believe in Heaven
I see Angels dancing to the rainbow
You go around the world with your head bowed down
I keep my head held high
You settle for what comes your way
I make my own way
I Am That Type Of Girl
That will smile through anything
That will love your everything
I love with a passion
And hate in vain
Yes, I Am That Type Of Girl.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
Born right, if this incongruous line is to be believed
**** from everything I've seen, why won't you let me be?
From the way they make it sound, I think i'll just pass up that pension
With this luck I'm not sure why I don't pass tests just guessing
If its multiple choice at least
(and it always is)
You can tell I'm more than fed up with the lack of agency
Developing around our common enemies
Festering, on the bloated *** of this so called society
Becoming a myiasis
And I'll never hear the end of it
From the kids to ugly to earn the extra credit
And from the back half of my grey matter
Turning numb from mindless chatter
But
Society will silently suffer
Burdened down with crowns churning from an endless gutter
Plastic trash meshing poorly, piling into a funeral pyre
Ever burning and choking out the ****** cooperate liars
No wonder gas mask production is up
As I'm getting ready to upchuck my lunch
Sorry for getting stuck, or regressive
But batter up, **** get ready for restoration
Claiming good as bad
With every passing fad
Distracting all my would be comrades
Zombify the undergrads
I don't have time for mindless upheaval
And replacement
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
the state of mind you trapped me in when you locked me inside my own body, confining me to perceive the natural motions of life as if I’m falling from a twenty-story building and perpetually climbing back up the stairs
I have fallen on this same pavement so many times before that I can mutter every name of its frequent passerby’s, i can mentally trace every skid-mark, every link to your DNA from your musky scent to your bristled hair follicles
How you’ve managed to follow me everywhere I go though I haven’t laid eyes on you in two years,
how those around me sigh with hopeless exhaust when they countlessly attempt to rescue me from another inevitable fall onto the cold concrete,
How you breathe fresh air that holds your feet up from the ground, saving you the trouble of having to empathize with Mother Earth’s raw flesh beneath you
Yet, I am still heaving through corrupted lungs, still swelling the epithelial tissue lining my throat,
still expectorating old memories just to swallow them again and again, each time forcing me to upchuck ****** acid from a place inside of me that implies no medical explanation
I have become so sick and fractured that i can no longer see,
I cannot hear, I cannot speak
But somehow when I touch, all of my delusional senses return as a shadowy figure that resembles the monster of whom I fear most
My vision funnels in, and out
until I feel nothing but the same cold pavement cushioning my bones like a disjunct lullaby
And as my mind melts into a dissociative puddle of nothingness,
I plant my feet on Mother Earth’s raw flesh, and her magnetic waves of energy wrap around my nimble toes, bringing me back to the staircase upward
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Have you ever been stuck like Chuck in the muck?
Feeling like a sitting duck always getting plucked, can never hold on to a buck.
You look at other people you're awestruck.
They look at you and see a schmuck.
You start thinking, bad luck is why my life's running amuck.
Until you look in the mirror, it's not luck I just ****
Then you look at your life and want to upchuck.
Well, when you are tired of saying yuck and waiting on good luck.
Then it's time to look up, get off your duff and truck cause there's no such thing as luck.
There's A Reason For The Seasons.
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
I find a new psychosis every day
To drop my consciousness in and watch it
Floatsinkdissolve in turboiled social pit
Re membered in fear with loathing alway
S a thoughtbone under down actions body
Speech mind avnues stomped in cortex Jell-O
Wiggly gods addictive upchuck the hole
ly Cosmos re-designed skilldreamily
Thieving noeblood from the ??? of us
Discernible not yes maybe i don't
Know give me a break i'm just a he at
The trough ******* with fervor egopuss
We see as nectar in our work and play
We find a new psychosis every day
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 6:07 PM UTC
There it is
the morning sickness
After last nights wickedness
Liquor still burning in my lungs
the bounding in my head
mixture of drinks in my stomach
until I upchuck it
Foggy memories, flashbacks
guilt of words said
affair of fake love shared
temporary high dread
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
fungi sunshine ride try time
grimey-find me-blinding--house couch tv--remote variable-gruesome food spoonfed by joanna newsom
singing in the key of airplane noises--make-shape-exorcise fate from cups half full of lulls and binary--hi-bye--lycanthropic soda dealer guilt tripped by the full moon--cool dude though-fun crunch curmudgeon stuffing love into guts-upchuck-punch drunk-cousin to state vector wreckage-barbecue-hard to loot-heart over headaches--family-friendly--revelry-devil setting clocks back--watch-lost and boundless-child in a wilderness--eat-eat-drink-shit-piss-piss-pistis-missing person surgery--blind forensics-thick skin---little bitty mystical-sit down
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
Is there a man of such steely self-control
Of such virtue, character, fortitude
Strength and pride in his manly role
Confidence and heart and stern attitude
Valor, endurance, resolution, will
Courage, patience, defiance, intellect
Manliness, ruggedness, rock-like, chill
Decision, quality, all cool and collect
That he doesn’t have to go and upchuck
Whenever he hears that “Desiderata” muck?
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
You ever wake up with your footie PJs warming
your neck like a noose? Ever upchuck
after a home-cooked meal? Or notice
how the blood on the bottoms of your feet
just won’t seem to go away? Love, it used to be
you could retire your toothbrush for like two or three days and still
I’d push my downy face into your neck. Used to be
I hung on your every word. (Sing! you’d say: and I was a bird.
Freedom! you’d say: and I never really knew what that meant,
but liked the way it rang like a rusty bell.) Used to be. But now
I can tell you your breath stinks and you’re full of ****
You have more lies about yourself than bodies
beneath your bed. Rooting
for the underdog. Team player. Hook,
line and sinker. Love, you helped design the brick
that built the walls around the castle
in the basement of which is a vault
inside of which is another vault
inside of which . . . you get my point. Your tongue
is made of honey but flicks like a snake’s. Voice
like a bird but everyone’s ears are bleeding.
From the inside your house shines
and shines, but from outside you can see
it’s built from bones. From out here it looks
like a graveyard, and the garden’s
all ash. And besides,
your breath stinks. We’re through.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC