"wayyy" poems
Here
Still here
Right where you left me
Remember that day
That day we played
The day we loved and sang and
Danced so gay
You picked me up and we swayed
This wayyy
That wayyyyy
This wayyy
But then...
She called and you took off
And threw me astray
I'm old and defeated now
My purpose is naught
I was left too long and spoiled to rot
I cannot serve you
Though I've always deserved to,
But who needs me anyway
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
sometimes i sit and text women messages free
of any ****** connotations.
other times i come across a chopped & *******
slowed + reverbed out version of a neoSoul song that i love.
she’s blonde and has a dumb thicc *** and
she’s a woman of few words and she was born
under a constellation of fire.
like i was.
her eyes are nearly unblinking
and they say less than her mouth
but i know
there is a sea
of symbol-sets
beneath those televised eyes.
how am i supposed to weave or write
when the joy is coming for my neck.
time is the measure of energy in motion
so i turn the dial wayyy down.
God is not a time-piece.
God is a flour mill -
shaped like an inside-out hourglass
in the background of XI Jinping’s latest video on
Tik Tok.
“Violent anarchists held a ‘Night of Rage’”
“Violent anarchists graffitied the Hatfield Courthouse.”
“Violent anarchists continue to attack law enforcement with lasers.”
gravity is hard on the feet and
hills are hard on the walking.
graveyards are a hard one for the memory
(if you believe your family is another pile of bones).
at least we have our three deaths to draw on and die.
1st when our last breath leaves us
2nd the last time someone speaks our name
3rd when Zuccman the Reptilian deletes our postumus, memorialized FB account.
where lies the heart of the enlightened without a mirror?
or when the three deaths are drawn and
it hangs suspended in purgatory like a
pack of Newports in the freezer?
or like a stylized hospital mask produced under
contentious labor practices and
shipped to America via air freight
passing over the Xinjiang province where crimes against humanity
are being committed on an industrial scale ----
The Uighurs NEED OUR HELP THEY SUFFERING A GENOCIDE
THEY ARE BEING ETHNICALLY CLEANSED!!
https://www.vox.com/2020/7/28/21333345/uighurs-china-internment-camps-forced-labor-xinjiang
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC
This is a letter for you.
Look:
there are reasons I dumped you
And those reasons make
me not want to be
your friend, either.
You seem confused.
of course you are.
All right, well, if you
really want to know
(brace yourself):
You’re annoying
puny
and small;
you try wayyy too hard.
You think you’re a stud,
a Hot Shot,
but you’re really not.
Everyone knows
I was way too good for you,
except you.
You tell your friends
EVE-rything,
like a ******* girl.
Did I mention
how puny and small you are?
It’s laughable that
you think that
you still have a shot with me,
as a lover, a friend, whatever.
Well, guess what, *******
You’re living in your own head.
Please don’t talk to me anymore,
invite me to things,
or think about me.
I’m SO over it
And I can’t believe
I ever fell for you
in the first place.
Love,
The Girl of Your Dreams
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 8:05 AM UTC
failing,
as standards go
definitely...
u
j m
p
e
d
wayyy too soon
wayyy too reckless
tsk, tsk...
with my eyes closed at that.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Song. - I'm trying to make you happy.
I swear to you, that i, can make you happy, im just trying, to makeee youu happpyyy
tell me all the times, that you need someone by your side, and i, will find a wayyy, if you need to hear my voice at night, or sometime during the day, just know, that I will always try to make you happy,
ask me any favor, ask me, anything, call me when you're hungry, and food, i will bring.
If your stressed, and your back is sore, my hands will try to be the cure, so maybe, then you can continue about your day.
because i, wont give up on you,
if you,
wont give up on me,
you, are all i can see,
A crowd full of people crying,
A life, where love is worth the trying,
Especially if that someone is you
I want to help turn your mood too sunny from gloom,
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
tip toeing down the hallway
he better then me there aint no way
your heading down the wrong way
cause throughout this whole thing it aint ending my way
thats the day im gonna get away
but i probably wont stay away
what keeps pulling me back your way
the thought of you being in my way
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 2:52 PM UTC
I like to think of what it would be like to be loved.
Like REAL love.
No stupid,
one day,
crazy,
love.
I want the real thing.
Or maybe just a relationship with someone,
that will write me silly love poems,
play fight with me,
call me beautiful instead of hot.
Everyone says that you need love.
But what if it doesn't want you?
What then?
I've given up on the thought of love.
The thought that someone could love me,
make me feel like I'm worth something.
I've been hurt too much.
Wayyy to much.
So how can I trust myself when I let myself go through the pain ..
It's simple.
I don't.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Last Christmas I gave "him" my heart
But the very next day
He ignored me ,,,
Why does this haveeee to happen to meee
Thought I was someone special
Special Lalaallalalalalalalallalala
I'm hiding from you cause you don't feel the sameeee
Wayyy Oh nooooo
lalalalala Oh lalalalalalal
I thought you were someone to mee
Like a friend that I knew
I guess I need a shoulder to cry on nowwww
Who could that beee
That nice person for meeeee
I'll never give anymore gifts (arts and crafts)
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
love
they say it's always easy
so fun
so easy
I say love is like.
love is like that bottle cap
that always seemed to be wayyy to tight
hard to open and hard to fight
I never expected
this love
i never expectedd to fall
I said
your better
you can do this
what happened to that?
your better
you can do this
and I never expected to fall
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
I saw my city today through a birds eye.
I was tall...wayyy up high.
Precipitation didn't bother me.
My view was filled with mother nature's beauty.
The clouds drizzled wet stuff.
As I admired the skyline it seemed fair enough.
And in the far beyond where the buildings met with the sky.
They intertwined with grace. As they entertained my doting eye.
I watched people with there comes and goes.
I noticed many places I've been but still had I don't knows.
I saw my city through a birds eye.
There is plenty green and hardly smoke.
I saw a glimpse of heaven in that far beyond.
Perhaps you were there looking right at me and that is why the far beyond was magical to me.
RIP
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
All my words wants to scream and shout,
That I end up keeping wayyy deep inside.
No one would let me speak my mind,
It’s always a block or a run or hide.
All my words wants to scream out loud,
But who’s willing to listen to me at this time.
Instead of waiting for a response from someone, I’d rather keep them all deep inside and just live my life.
All my words are all locked and kept,
Inside my head, they yell.
If I don’t get them out I’ll suffocate,
So I say them through text and let it all bleed out.
My real self, that’s stuck on a piece of paper that would rather stay there than to speak with her mouth full of inspiration.
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC