"weirded" poems
I'm sorry if things would come out so wrong
It's just that I've loved you for oh so very long
I don't know how I should interact
Or how I should come to react
I'd stutter like I'm a big dork
I make worse conversations than that of a fork
But it's because I'm just charmed by your smile
I guess it's my way to stay with you for a while
I keep my distance, not because I want a good bye
But it's just that.. Well.. I'm way to shy
I get all shaky when our shoulders would touch
It's probably because I've longed for that so much
*You must know what you do to me when our hands would simply touch
If happiness were a grading system, I'd be at the top notch*
So please don't be weirded out by how I am
I'm trying to be normal with the best that I can
I'm awkward, shy but oh so very kind
and you're the only girl who's in my mind
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
My ******
When I asked you what part of me was sexiest, that's what you said.
It weirded me out at first.
I mean,
I have a nice ***
Great ****
Good hips.
Vaginas are icky.
They smell and leak gew and blood.
But I don’t know,
now I like it.
I love the fact that you love it.
Maybe because it's the most intimate part of my body.
No one's wanted that part of me before.
No one's touched me like you touch me,
kissed me where you kiss me.
It’s deeper with you,
and I guess that's because
you love me
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
When I asked you what part of me was sexiest, that's what you said.
It weirded me out at first.
I mean,
I have a nice ***
Great ****
Good hips.
Vaginas are icky.
They smell and leak gew and blood.
But I don’t know,
now I like it.
I love the fact that you love it.
Maybe because it's the most intimate part of my body.
No one's wanted that part of me before.
No one's touched me like you touch me,
kissed me where you kiss me.
It’s deeper with you,
and I guess that's because
you love me
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
other than
weirded
the **** out
she didn’t know how
to feel about it
so she read the
words again
SO GLAD TO SEE YOU
ALIVE AND FINE,
LOVE!
ALWAYS KNEW MY DAUGHTER
WILL MAKE IT BIG IN
THIS SMALL WORLD.
LOVE,
DADDY
The words were written
with a black marker
on a $100 bill
that someone threw at
her in the
club
while she was
stripping on the pole
Could’ve been a ******
prank
but $100 was a bit
too much to spend
for laughs
She tried to
remember the
faces of all the men
who gathered around
her and howled
as she did her number
but they were
simply too many
and too bland
Later that night
she asked the
management to remove
private lap dances
from her list of
services for a while
and
the request was denied
Well, when you make
it big
in a small world
you either carry the
weight of fame
on your shoulders or
get crushed
At least the
money bought a good
dinner for
her little daughter
and the two cats
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 2:11 AM UTC
ME: She destroyed me and everything that I held onto. She drove me to suicide so many times and she didn't care. She just kept making my world darker and darker and she didn't stop. I tried suicide last night. I'm alone and I can't keep trying to live. I'm honestly done.
NATALIE: What did she do to you!
ME: She took/turned all my friends, even family against me. She bullied and harassed me. She just destroyed me by doing whatever the Hell she wants to with people's emotions.
NATALIE: Don't **** yourself! I'm sorry, was I part of it?
ME: When you were crushing on Kennedy, on her, I knew you would push me away and you kind of did... You're the only reason why I'm still here today. but I know that if I asked you out, you would say no...
NATALIE: Ali I care and love you..... if you hurt yourself that would hurt me too. If I made you sad I'm sorry, really, really sorry.
ME: I self-harm. Have since I was seven... I'm sorry. now you'll hate me because of it.
NATALIE: I DON'T HATE YOU! NEVER WILL! I don't care about your mistakes
ME: But you and I won't ever end up together. Would we?
NATALIE: Why wouldn't we? When do you move ._.
ME: I have no idea when I'm gonna move. I'll be here for 9th grade. You're way too good for me anyways. That's why I thought you and I wouldn't end up being a couple. Am I wrong?
NATALIE: yes
ME: So what are you saying???
NATALIE: I'm not sure. Don't take that the wrong way ._.
ME: I already can tell that you are way too beautiful, smart, cute and amazing for me. If I told you I loved you more then anything else in the world, you would be weirded out.
NATALIE: No I wouldn't.
ME: Dude, trust me, I'm never going to be with you, you're just being nice to me.
NATALIE: Shut the **** up. JK. But really...
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
Walking around Widener bookstore
Brown bag 40oz in grip on the first floor
Hurricane
my life and future funneled life a twister whimsical whirlwind
down the hatch guzzle guzzle. Oh, Christie! How are you!? can you see I am a mess? I know Youtell my Chinese girlfriend from our study abroad you saw me a mess in the bookstore. SHe is now heartbroken in chongquing. see ah ha
later im just returning books to get dope money.
LAter
Oh, I see you are stocking that Stranger Camus
Langston Hughes
English 102
I drift in my own “end of summers night”
still dreamin’
still falllin’
Dropping, stumbling, the house of German exchange professors
Sequestered on speed *****
Welcome to Chester
Corpse exquisite
the Bride resides in physics-compartmentalized-drawers
hiding refuge from the storm
He was Alone
( Most of the time he got weirded out easily)
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
The terrifying teeth chatter into the crimson lips of a wound up smile, chattering along the very risen table top that draws all small toys to their finite dooms. While breaths sour hour upon hour, each idling ear suffocates the last gasping breaths of its epicurean syllabic tongue, drizzling down the stomach like melt water from a cubic glacier in an ornamental silver tub, and sternly quibbles the stem-like dactyls drawing rose champagne into a fissure of the brain's tumescent humming.
Each finger tips' nail rouge and red, each dry crevice sewn into the knuckles, and a leaflet on sadism near the scratchy illegible lines whittled on the topside of the wrists and the slalom runs of the ankle. The ankle sinister. The ghost-like hallow sockets of where eyes could have once be seen. Plaster and albicant-like dying death white skins forbade from the Flushing streets where the jazz dance once began. And with each nellypotted hop, three useless nuisances could not carry the bridle towards each nearly favorite sound that curiosity enslaved man to lean towards.
The women weirded out by corners, plastic-wrapped furniture in outdoor corridors, where sinners veil their retreats into state run triage centers. Fake plastic countertops built from fake plastic trees. With an M14's muzzle stiffening and shuttering, she who vents off her cured romances will always find herself flaccid on rubber knees. The disease of the plea, is once more an affectation of not falling for royalty but instead the royal we. There is this weapon of fraud that perplexes geneticists, that enslaves heterosexuals, where albeit nor the time or place, she venerates the libations that her mind creates, she lubricates her cells, dressing, her skin ripening, heaven trickling across her humble nape, where gentleness is only a fool's disease and need.
She. We. Heathens of eternity bowing our breaths in grand hyperbole see. I see she, and she sees me.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
I picked a grape, from a cluster at a deli
you know…to sneak a taste before I buy
A lady scorned, “yuck, ain’t that dusty?”,
and ******* her face like I was going to die
“Hey, what’s up?”I said “I gave it a rub
and I’m not going to buy unless I try,
a lick with my lips, is as good as a scrub”,
and I gave her a wink of my eye
But she wasn’t impressed by my address
and was weirded out by what I meant
She quickly called the police for my arrest
and accused me of sensual harassment
When the police arrived at the crime
I quickly swallowed the pips
For a pinch of a grape, I’m paying no fine
no matter what she claims I did with my lips
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 7:28 AM UTC
dont get weirded out
this is safe for work
you see im entertaining tomorrow
a thorough cleaning is in order
through and through
first things first
a proper dusting
right after the coveted sharpie box
shelf comes "first"
books records bric-a-brac and all
****
ive been meaning to listen to this album
signed and everything
lets put that on for some dusting music
table turns
check
the needles effective
i can hear the shallow resonance
hmm no audio
lets unplug all the cables
check the power supply
and the pre-amp
turn it all off then on again
****
let me take this apart real quick
****
i need some parts
i need to call stanton
OPERATOR! OPERATOR!
30 minutes later im told they dont have it
WHELP
back to dusting
stepping over stanton parts
I THOUGHT I LOST THIS MOVIE
i can play it in the background
whilst im cleaning
THE PROJECTORS BROKEN
let me take that apart real quick
hope i dont get the parts
of the two aberrations crossed
that mustnt happen
wink
and then the re-framing project
and then organizing my music collection
and then just one poem
color code my closet
rewrite my resume
clip my toenails
and my nose hair
four more poems
annnnnnnnnnd
mess
"oh hey welcome, drinks are over there
just dont step on my record player"
and heres where it gets crazy smart
i tear EVERYTHING off the walls
draw all over all the stuffs
with those ****** sharpies that started it all
turn the whole ******* place
into a performance art piece
i call it
"fix it: I DARE YOU!"
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
My seven brothers keep secrets
And they trust that I won't tell
And I didn't
Until now
My brother keeps a lighter in his bag
He's very asthmatic and also doesn't smoke
He says it's a metaphor
It's one less lighter that does it's job, and instead does a better job
He believes that I wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother thought of killing himself once
He's nice and everything seems alright
He says it's ironic
I want people to see how my happiness isn't real. And it's sad that I'm already too good at it for them to notice.
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother wears rubber bands on his wrists
He looked cool to me but it weirded me out
He says it's an alternative
The burn of me flicking bands on my wrist lessens my yearning for it to be cut open
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother likes boys, but he still likes girls all the same
I thought it weird at first but it's who he is so I accepted him
He says it's Love
I fall for who I fall for, is it my fault if they think it wrong?
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother thinks he isn't good enough for anything good
I try to tell him otherwise because I love him
He says it's nothing
I've grown up thinking I'll always get what I deserve. So that's what I expect till now.
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother wants to leave our house
I try to tell him I'll miss me but he said he misses himself
He says he's already left
I'm already missing. You see my shadow and my face, but I'm already gone.
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brother wants to be noticed but shy away from attention
He doesn't glow in the dark as much as he emits darkness in the light
He says is ironic
I crave attention for the right I do but gains it by the wrongs I've done
He believes that wouldn't tell anyone
And I didn't
Until now
My brothers may have plenty secrets
But I have one too
And mine is that i never had brothers
But all that I've said were true
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
If you dont want to talk to me anymore Then just...
Tell me.
I mean I know we just met and all
I'm new to all this,
But you can't just leave me
In the dark....
Cause I worry.
I lose sleep.
I care.
I dont know if I scared you off
Or weirded you out
Or said something rude or wrong.
I had a really great time Wednesday.
With you.
And for the first time in a while
With you, I didn't feel alone.
But if you don't want to talk to me anymore,
Just tell me.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
Wisdom. He said.
Probably the statement itself is weirded out.
Wired into something so estranged.
Something so strange.
Wisdom He said.
Think about it she persisted.
Think about it he insisted.
Wisdom
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
WE'RE SO INCLINED
REALIZE IT
YOU'RE IT
YOU'RE HERE
PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN
BREATHE AND LISTEN
FEEL YOUR SURROUNDINGS
I'M SO PASSIONATE
ABOUT EVERYTHING AROUND
WHAT I CAN FEEL AND CONTROL
THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO EVERYTHING
YOU ARE YOUR OWN DESTINY IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
DON'T BE TRAPPED IN THIS HOLE OF ADVERTISEMENT
THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO YOUR EXISTENCE I PROMISE
ASK ME WHAT'S ON MY MIND SO WE CAN PROGRESS DON'T BE WEIRDED OUT BY IT
ANSWER ME HONESTLY
TELL ME
BE HONEST WITH ME AND YOURSELF
**** GOES DOWN BUT IT'S SO POSITIVE
IT'S SUCH A LESSON TO LEARN FROM
MOVE FORWARD
DON'T SETTLE
I'M SO INTO EVERYTHING TO BACK DOWN
I CAN'T BE STUCK
APPRECIATE
THIS IS EARTH
WE'RE HER FOR A LITTLE WHILE
BUT FOREVER KEEPS THE VIBE GOING
IF THERE'S NOT A FOREVER WE STOP TRYING
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DELUSION
LET'S KEEP IT GOING
SPREAD LOVE AND GO WITH WHATEVER YOU BELIEVE IN AND ACHIEVE IT BECAUSE YOU WANT IT SO BAD
I WANT TO BE THE BEST
THE WEIRD IS SO YOU
"WHAT'S ON YOUR ******* MIND?"
IT'S SO SAD HOW PEOPLE THINK IT'S A WEIRD QUESTION
I CARE, I WANT TO LEARN ABOUT YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE
IT'S BAD THAT I THINK IT'S SAD
BUT THE TRUTH HURTS
YOU ARE NATURE
IT'S ALL AROUND YOU
BE WITHIN YOU
THE WIND AND THE TREES
THIS HAS BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG
ON EARTH
THIS IS OUR HOME
DON'T GLUE YOURSELF TO A SCREEN
GET OUT THERE AND BE ONE WITH WHAT'S BEEN THERE SINCE THE START
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
"Chris just got kicked out of his house."
We rode over to his house,
and I listened to her sing.
Christ sat on the porch railing
dangling
his legs,
biting his fingernails.
I stood on the grass,
as she walked up to him.
He looked
at her neck.
Yukimi
put her hands on his shoulders
and kissed him on the lips.
Something
could have rose
in me.
But it didn't.
We rode back
and Chris slumped into the couch.
I heard him *******
his fingernails
as me and Yukimi lay in bed.
"Lips can do more than talk,
I can tell
he needed that,
I'm sorry if it weirded you out."
"No,
it really didn't."
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
WE'RE SO INCLINED
REALIZE IT
YOU'RE IT
YOU'RE HERE
PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN
BREATHE AND LISTEN
FEEL YOUR SURROUNDINGS
I'M SO PASSIONATE
IF THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY
ABOUT EVERYTHING AROUND
WHAT I CAN FEEL AND CONTROL
THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO EVERYTHING
YOU ARE YOUR OWN DESTINY IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
DON'T BE TRAPPED IN THIS HOLE OF ADVERTISEMENT
THERE'S SO MUCH MORE TO YOUR EXISTENCE I PROMISE
ASK ME WHAT'S ON MY MIND SO WE CAN PROGRESS DON'T BE WEIRDED OUT BY IT
ANSWER ME HONESTLY
TELL ME
BE HONEST WITH ME AND YOURSELF
**** GOES DOWN BUT IT'S SO POSITIVE
IT'S SUCH A LESSON TO LEARN FROM
MOVE FORWARD
DON'T SETTLE
I'M SO INTO EVERYTHING TO BACK DOWN
I CAN'T BE STUCK
APPRECIATE
THIS IS EARTH
WE'RE HERE FOR A LITTLE WHILE
BUT FOREVER KEEPS THE VIBE GOING
IF THERE'S NOT A FOREVER WE STOP TRYING
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DELUSION
LET'S KEEP IT GOING
SPREAD LOVE AND GO WITH WHATEVER YOU BELIEVE IN AND ACHIEVE IT BECAUSE YOU WANT IT SO BAD
I WANT TO BE THE BEST
THE WEIRD IS SO YOU
"WHAT'S ON YOUR ******* MIND?"
IT'S SO SAD HOW PEOPLE THINK IT'S A WEIRD QUESTION
I CARE, I WANT TO LEARN ABOUT YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE
IT'S BAD THAT I THINK IT'S SAD
BUT THE TRUTH HURTS
YOU ARE NATURE
IT'S ALL AROUND YOU
BE WITHIN YOU
THE WIND AND THE TREES
THIS HAS BEEN HERE FOR SO LONG
ON EARTH
THIS IS OUR HOME
DON'T GLUE YOURSELF TO A SCREEN
GET OUT THERE AND BE ONE WITH WHAT'S BEEN THERE SINCE THE START
WHY ARE WE SO INSIDE THIS BUBBLE OF JUST MONEY
THAT'S NOT FULFILMENT
YOU KNOW THAT
SPREAD YOUR PURE NATURE
NOT FOR THE MONEY
DON'T LET IT CONTROL YOU
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
I remember the hugs you used to give me before I really knew you.
I remember feeling weirded out by you asking me out over instagram.
I remember the first time I stood close to you, thinking I felt something there.
I remember you saying hurtful things in the beginning.
I remember sitting in the back of my car, just talking until 1am.
I remember being unsure if I wanted to be with you at first.
I remember sitting on the floor of my dorm, and asking you to kiss me because you were too oblivious to do so.
I remember feeling rushed by your want for instant commitment.
I remember how much I wanted you, and how right it felt being with you.
I remember feeling weird about dating someone from work.
I remember the times you made me cry of happiness.
I remember being hesitant about going public about our relationship.
I remember times I was shocked at how intelligent you seemed.
I remember being frustrated at how stubborn you were sometimes.
I remember how happy it felt to be in the car with you.
I remember the times when you let me down or left me to my own devices when I was sad.
I remember how you made me feel like I was a kid again.
I remember the time I sat crying on the floor after you told me I'd have to give up passing my culture to my kids.
I remember wearing your jacket in North Carolina because it made me feel like you were there.
I remember talking to my guy friend on New Year's because you went to sleep and missed midnight.
I remember the smell of your laundry detergent and how it makes me smile even now.
I remember the times you said you weren't sure if you wanted me around.
I remember loving your family and wanting to be a part of it.
I remember your family kicking me out onto the street when I became an inconvenience.
I remember the times I just wanted to stare at your face because I couldn't believe I loved someone this much.
I remember wondering if you ever truly loved me.
I remember the things you did for me that made me feel loved and complete.
I remember the times when I felt like a burden to you.
I remember the times you were truly there when I needed you, even when it was inconvenient to you.
I remember the times when you weren't.
I remember the kisses you'd give before going to work in the morning.
I remember feeling lonely on the days I didn't hear from you.
I remember loving your flaws, because they were a part of you.
I remember telling myself that your behavior was ok because there was an explanation.
I don't want to remember the ugly. I know it was there. But I don't want to think of you that way. I want to think of you fast asleep on my chest after a long day.
I want to think of not being able to wake you up because you are such a heavy sleeper.
I want to think of you getting excited over snails.
I want to think of your kindness.
I want to think of your love.
But that is not all there was.
There was hurt. There was pain. And there were times I sacrificed who I was to be loved by you.
But I don't want to remember that. I want to remember the love.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
He wasn't use to complements she would flirt with him and would wonder what's the catch. He thought there was a connection but there was a hidden agenda. He could never say how he felt for her because she would probably get weirded out living him alone. He thought about dating but the selection was very slim. He didn't have kids or want to raise anyone else's. He also met divorcees that weren't over the divorce or heartache they couldn't get over. He wasn't interested in getting married but did seek a way to be connected to another person. He never understood why people who are unhappy stay together using their kids as an excuse or because this history they don't want to let go of. Why do people cheat if they claim to love a person? How can people be so selfish and hurt others the worse is trying to justify it just own up you're in the wrong so it's not right. His mind raced with questions for failing couples living in the bubble of denial.
He did get lost in his work since he was getting paid, he worked hard for every cent while others did nothing for 8 hours collecting a paycheck doing nothing to deserve it but that's on them and their conscience if they had one. He gave his all at work but everyone pointed out the regardless of all the other corrections he made. They finally gave him a thank you and told him he was doing a good job. It was soothing to finally feel appreciated. Most don't take pride in their work but he would give his all and not afraid to try. He didn't use people or take advantage of others even though would grind him to the bone.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
This world disgusts me
This world disgusts me because
when I see my best guy friend cry
I get weirded out
Not because guys crying is weird
but because I've always been told
they don't
this world disgusts me because
when I mention to my brother
that girls liking girls
is okay
he lists all the reasons
Jesus says it isn't
This world disgusts me because
I have to text one of my best friends
and make sure she ate today
because she wants to lose
ten pounds
and she'd give anything to do that
This world disgusts me because
when I sit in my
French class
and the teacher makes eye contact with me
and sees that I am crying
he keeps teaching, parce que c'est la vie
This world disgusts me because
when my chemistry teacher
looked at me and my friend goofing around
he assumes we don't feel the "academic stress"
when I cry over my grades three times a week
but he didn't ask me about that
This world disgusts me because
my brother, the same one as before,
refuses to call someone
we know
by their chosen name and pronouns
because "it's a free country"
This world disgusts me because
when I switch effortlessly between
sobbing and looking fine
my teacher calls me
"The finest actress he's ever seen" but
doesn't ask why I hide my emotions so easily
Disgusting
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC