"weirder" poems
On the south side of kelso if it's there that ya choose to go
Well if its there ya go then ya just gotta know bout a man named tweaker joe
Now tweaker, he's a scrapper and if ya go down on his door
Don't you worry about wakin him up. He aint slept since 74
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than a five eared dog
Now tweaker hes a scrapper and he likes his shiny things
And he likes to see what fun he has by the chaos that he brings
He got a custom BMX bike with a flashlight on the grill. He got 32 lb of brass in his pack, he got a dope bag in his shoe.
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
NOW Friday bout a week ago Tweaker scrappin cars. But at the end of the alley sat a cop named Thurman and ooh dat cop looked ******
Well he cast his light upon joe cuz Thurman had a plan
Tweaker joe learned a lesson bout messin with a future Sherriff man
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well the 2 men took to runnin and hes dragged down to the jail
Joey looked like a wrung out tweaker with a couple of teeth left
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
Well he's weird, weird tweaker joe
The weirdest tweaker in South Kelso
Weirder than a three toed frog
Stranger than s five eared dog
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
Being weird is important to me. I find it's a gift because it means that you are different than everyone else. I know I am weird because not very many 9th girls have my hairstyle. I say weird things. Instead of saying, what's up, I say "wasabi". I tell corny jokes. I'm weird because I like hugs and not very many teenagers like hugs. I'm weird because I eat olives and sunflower seeds, for snack. I'm weird because I believe in fairy tales characters like mermaids, fairies and unicorns though people tell me that they're not real. I'm weird because I'd rather read a good book than watch T.V. I'm weird because I have at least 20 nerd glasses and 5 snap backs. There are so many ways to be weird. I'm the weirdest person I know so I'll use myself as an example.
I know I'm weird because not very many girls have dreads at 14 years old. I also say weird things. Instead of "what's up? "I saying "wasabi". I also tell corny jokes that I know aren't funny like, what did the penguin say when his friend asked "why did you slap me? ! " He said, ¨I didn't slap you, I high fived your face." It's not all that funny is it ….Thats why its weird to say it.
I'm weird because I like to give hugs to show someone I care, but others only do that with boyfriends and girlfriends. A ****** like me might have a fairytale land of their own, where fairies, mermaids and unicorns live. I have a fairytale land of my own, full of candy canes and gumdrops, fairies, mermaids and unicorns. I have a black unicorn with a green and neon yellow horn, green tail, and a neon yellow mane. His name is Lucky. His favorite snack is Skittles and, his favorite food is graham crackers. His favorite drink is strawberry milk. We have dinner under my tree full of hearts. I'm weird because all that I just said is childish, but I don't care.
A ****** like me might rather read a good book than watch television. A ****** like me might have twenty pair of nerd glasses and five snapbacks. A ****** like me might not wear dresses, skirts, or shorts. A ****** like me might write books and poems.A ****** like me might fall on purpose to make someone laugh. A ****** like me might like school. A ****** like me might stare into space without noticing. I do this five times a week for at least two minutes; weird right. A ****** like me may dance, sing, or look up at the sky randomly without knowing. I'm me and you're you. I'm not you and you're not me. So, please don't judge weirdo's for being who they are because they're gonna be them and you're gonna be you because that's how its suppose to be. So how weird are you? I bet it is not weirder than me.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
There have been countless times
Where we've voice chatted
And I laughed and you called it cute.
And I found myself enjoying it.
I liked it whenever I sounded like that
Whenever I sounded different, feminine.
And I began to dislike hearing my normal laugh.
It felt odd to me.
A thought popped into my head.
A desire to experiment.
And once I did it, I felt even weirder about myself.
Then the questions started.
You pointed things out, and called me an egg.
Not that I minded.
Still, the questions remained, and I felt strange.
There was a sadness that I couldn't place.
Excuses were made.
Like how I didn't feel a 'certain way'
Whenever I tried on those clothes again.
It had to be something ****** It just had to.
But I started to not react in that way anymore.
And I kind of liked wearing them.
So then the questions returned.
And I didn't know what to think.
In the end, while I still have these questions.
I think it's okay to have them.
And even though I'm uncertain about myself
I'll continue on until I find who I am.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 1:15 AM UTC
I can tell you about the girl.
Her freckles were beige constellations,
and her voice was husky and rasped
like birds before the churning of a storm.
She was weird and laughed at everything I said -
which made her even weirder,
because I'm only funny in certain photos
and in certain clothes.
Her left arm was covered in scars and burns.
"As you can tell, I'm right handed," she said.
Arthritis surrounded her wrists and other joints,
and all I could think about were my
grandmother's arthritis crippled hands,
and if the girl would thank the arthritis, one day,
for no longer allowing her to self-harm.
One of her feet were bigger than the other
and, when she walked, she would lose balance.
"I'm not sure if the world is too fast
or if I'm too slow. Then again," she winked,
"it's probably because of my feet."
I liked her because she treated me like a person,
but didn't take me as seriously
as I took myself.
I struggled with self-respect
and she struggled with a drug addiction.
Her arm was needle park
and sometimes she missed ******
more than she missed me.
She wasn't the type of girl to shake
without her drugs -
she'd, instead, talk about them
like they were old friends.
She understood them
more than she understood herself.
After a few months of ***
and, "I'll be sad when you leave,"s,
I called her my girlfriend
and she smiled.
Flecks of speckled angles, bright,
I saw her, first, she accepted
my night.
Five days later,
she overdosed on morphine.
I picked her up.
Her eyes were glazed over.
I said, "I love you,
but this is ********
She cried and said,
"Forgive me."
I lain in bed, next to her -
next to the avoidance of death.
She asked how I was
and I said, "Everything I write is ****
but I'm glad I can write ****** poetry
about how we'll be okay."
She asked, "We will be okay, right?"
I hope.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
Ya wonda why I'm filled with so much passion and rage/
But that's what happ'n when ya lessen a man to a cage/
I haven't even unleashed the darkness/
Imagine a soul that's heartless/
Crowley is weak compared to the I beast/
Within me, 'n He I now release/
It in I and we have begun to feast/
Spit it out
Shut ya impudent mouth n listen/
Time ta quit ya fuckin' insolent dissin'/
Check me out I'm hookless/
Reckless/
You follow the text n I'm bookless/
Check this/
Determination look me in my Eyes/
Ya gunna stay in tha gutta, ***** ***** just to watch me rise/
RA!/
I am incomparable/
Can't match me, I'm too lyrical/
I am an assassin/
Breath deep,
I am the heir, with anthrax-in/
How I see it, You nuttin' but fails/
You in a row boat ***** n my ***** got sails/
Ya call me crazy/
Ya vision is hazy/
And ya thinkin is lazy/
What I know would make ya a sage see/
I'm filled with these higher optics/
Shouldn't need a telescope ta spot this/
but you do
What/
Hoss is Down, Livin life like love/
'N neva givin' a ****
I Come here to shut ya ta Hell up/
------------Chorus-----------
Duranged/
It's Dark n Strange/
You askin', "What am I"/
Darkness Fire burnin' opaque, I neva Die/
Strange Set by Ra, Look to tha Sky/
Nothin' weirder than I/
So Dark N Strange
I Am, Cryptic Poetic Hark outta Range/
Who is, Dark n Strange/
Ya frightened of tha commin' age/
Ya too tormented by change/
IT'S NOW
Needa label me "I Am" - The Omnipotent is Dark n Strange!
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 8:42 PM UTC
One dull grey day had just passed
Leaving me feel like an outcast
Then thinking of what had gone wrong
For me not to feel strong.
As I think deeper
The thoughts are getting weirder and creepier
Making me feel like lost in a crowd
Making me shout out loud.
When I am already calmed down
I shook my head and frown
Realizing I have more important things to do
That to keep on feeling so blue.
So I stood up with my head held high
And said, "I am now ready to fly"-
Fly away from my sorrows
And look up for better tomorrows.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
Tickle your ear
Pull your shirt
Rub your fuzz
Teehee
You raise a brow
Confused in thought
What are you doing!?
Teehee
Jiggle my body
Make funny sounds
Stick out my tongue
Teehee
Strange is what you call me
Unique
Shake your head and chuckle
Teehee
I'm 21 and a half
Serious as can be
But weirder than your coffee mug
Teehee
I'll jump on you like a narwhal
Fire in the hole!
I just threw something at you
Teehee
Love me
Hate me
I'll still go around being me
Teehee!
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, things can get weirder than ever---and I like it<3
welcome to the nation savor
a whole new destiny like a cinnamon flavor
although some rainy a bit abnormal to my harbors
yet that blond charm made it hard to delete from my markers
everybody wants to swim
in a world to bond and have a friend a twin
afraid if I was about to miss the rocking riff
I don't know if I can handle yellow anymore so stiff
------ravenfeels
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
they always seem to ascribe the stone age
with inventing the circle,
dinosaurs and the loathing of
x-ray via Archaeology -
ᛟ, or an ancient egyptian manuscript...
got the ******* wheelie on that ***** boo yah!
this is even weirder than Wittgenstein's observation
of late Copernicus... ᛟ-ray... huh?
you've been a peasant and you're still
curating a chance sharpening edit?
where's the ******* wheel with romans after
ancient egyptians and the babylonians
and for fuck's sake Hindustan!
O... where's O in Sanskrit? so who got the cartwheels?
the romans? huh?! a.d. b.c. buttered-up ****
if this makes sense... forget the universe,
alien civilisations... my own makes as much sense
as a gram of pepper and salt sneezed with.
hey flamingo! here's a signature in sepia!
banging on the bathroom floor - with Disney - passed
in those days: Lion Kong or King...
oompa loompa ooh ooh gorilla tyrant said so too.
they invented the wheel but forgot to phonetically
encode it with something similar...
runes, right, Scandinavian... ᛟ... i.e. O...
but i'd like to see ᛟ in a roller-coaster... just for gorging
on a regurgitation of jokes - and so i can
slang and slapper quick a blah in Jamaican slang
and say... yah mon' poo daddy do a diddy eff a flex
wit bling bling, cursor vector to noon
and da dwarfin of a shadow.
**** man, they invented the wheel but waited for the
romans to write the O... and it was music by then...
suddenly! huh?! the **** is this? whiskey straight up.
no wonder.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 7:14 PM UTC
Lots of people love their dogs,
weirder people love their frogs,
there are lots and lots of pets out there,
many which don't even have hair!
You could get a parrot now,
or if you had the space - a cow.
You could get yourself a bald eagle,
(even though it's totally illegal).
People will sell you any pets,
even ones that like it wet,
pets are funny, pets are neat,
but please kids,
stop throwing your pets in the streets.
Don't hit the chicks with claw hammers,
you're not "making it even", it's just bad manners.
Don't put the cats tail in paper shredder,
there's no way it'll make him look or feel better.
Don't strangle your owl,
with a towel.
Don't hang your goose,
with a noose.
Avoid these sick and twisted things,
in fact, avoid pets - just go play on the swings.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
These days it seems everyone is striving to be weirder than the next.
Conformity is boring.
Why not just start walking without asking for directions?
You are gathered chemicals,
Wriggling and tearing through quantum space.
Coincidence is fated upon by each of those steps you take.
Careful when you look the other way
As you learn to trust your sight
Don't fear that darkness, it is only a perception of light.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I saw you
I saw your brain spilling out its cerebellum, medulla oblongata, etc
All over- unrecognizable
indistinguishable
I saw
I thought those were some kind of pink pulses
Lord knows, weirder things have been found
and seen
I saw
I saw
I hope there is justice for you
I will pray for your soul
My soul will meet yours
when the knell rings for me
I hope you find peace
I hope you know that I called
And called and tried and tried
To help you even though you were already gone
I saw your friend- his eyes, his expression
I really did try
Please find yourself another life
I hope your friend finds peace
Knows it wasn't all his fault
I hope his eyes lose the haunted shocked expression
I really wish he can drive again
I hope he can continue working
- he looked like one of those people
you know those ones?
working hard to make it out of drudgery?
I hope he makes it through this
And I really really wish you guys hadn't had a fight before this
Find peace
Go safe
Go softly
Your death was sudden
Ripped out of this earth
Like you were never meant to exist
That was meant to be me
I hope it didn't hurt too much
And those ******** that did this to you?
I hope they didn't mean it
I wish they hadn't been high before this
Your death shouldn't be meaningless
And although
You might be simply another obituary in tomorrow's newspaper
This poem will say
*"I saw you.
I prayed for you.
I greeted you.
I witnessed your existence.
You meant something
Just as your death did.
I wish you peace and that you go
Safely, soundly
Wishing you that your loved ones
Remember you with love
And maybe some heartbreak
But they find strength.
Tonight,
I
s a w
You"*
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
It is so bright outside,
I have to squint my eyes.
Has it snowed again?
What a great surprise.
'Cos Winter has long gone.
Yesterday there were blossoms
colouring the landscape white.
Temperature must have dropped
quite drastic in the night.
April's weird and getting weirder.
Changed my plans for today
and bear it with a grin,
just like the bumblebee
I've decided to stay in.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:31 AM UTC
I'm a sheltered nineteen-year-old
from Northeastern Nowhere,
Pennsylvania. I spent my preteens
worrying about girls and digging
holes in the backyard. I had my friends.
Two or three middle-low class kids
down the street. We rode bikes, played
video games, and occasionally watched **** together.
It seems a lot weirder now than it did in the moment.
We made memories daily and spoke our
underdeveloped minds. At thirteen, politics
were simply, **** Capitol Hill" or "the prez's
a crook." Things change, though.
I still know little about politics, but I'm sure
there's at least one good policy in effect.
Everyone eventually goes their separate ways
and the phone lines between us get damp
or get cut. I haven't dug holes since a landslide
filled in my work. I traded in my bike
for four wheels and a piece of wood. My Nikes
are now Toms, and I don't worry about girls.
Just the one I've been with for almost four years.
Instead of **** I look up synonyms, so I can
sound a bit smarter at 7:30 AM typing my thoughts.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC
I saw you with her
Smiling that smile.
I’d love to wipe it off your face.
Is she better than me?
Freakier?
Weirder?
Funnier?
Cuter?
Don’t answer that.
You punched me right in the face…
So hard
That my ego
Gasped for breath.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
Panic attacks are like deathless suicides
****
You're deader than a dead man because unnatural fasts
unnatural- fasts
solipsist dizz-
solipsist sip, mizz?
burn the boardwalk and walk the beach *** all of a sudden
life is too short to fuckit, later.
everything has to slither out like Satanic snakes offering the half-bitten apple
to Adam *** he got the other bit stuck in his Adams Apple and suddenly lost his voice,
** ** take that, prophecies of God!
Too tired to be the metaphysical rebel licking the slug slime off your toes as if you deserve the luxury,
smile again and I'll call you the prettiest pervert to ever strip down to your socks.
this is what a broad mind is,
I write this assuming weirder thoughts have flickered in your ******* lightbulb.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I have heard
backhanded compliments,
lubricated words,
empty promises.
Politics.
Liquid crack
In every corner store.
It gets weirder,
our government
plotriffic thriller
heavy on the story line.
Nations’ history,
strings of violence.
Ancestors.
Mocking my dreams
shedding tears
of joy, unlikely.
Within my dreams,
as one,
we mourn together
for that day,
our way of life
taken.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 11:15 AM UTC
Life is so friggin' weird, I'll tell ya.
The older you get, the weirder it gets,
and it just keeps on getting weirderer.
Grossly weird.
Wrongly and disturbingly weird.
Upsettingly weird.
But then, now and again,
pleasantly weird.
Delightfully, excitingly weird.
Weirdly endearingly weird.
Then weirder still.
Off-puttingly weirder.
Over-sweetly weirdly weirder.
Understatedly, low-key weirder to the highest degree contradictory weird.
Maybe weird isn't so weird after all.
When it's the only constant in life,
then weirdness becomes the only reliably normal thing, oddly enough.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
that it is a journey
Of
1000 miles
//
She was sittin on the bed with the 200 lbs of
Macrame string that we managed to buy
At Fisherman's Wharf
With the help of 5 complete strangers
Who had showered us with the
Life altering kindness
You think really doesn't exist
( but it does ! )
//
And she said
DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME MAKE THE BELTS AND POUCHES ?
I turned to my brain and told it to tell my mouth
To say NO
Firmly ( but nicely )
I turned to her and said
SURE
WHEN DO WE START ?
//
JESUS **** !
I started screaming ( silently )
at my brain
YOU TRAITOR !
And you , MOUTH !
You knew ! You knew !!
••
She became ecstatic !
And said
GREAT!
WE' LL START WITH ME TEACHING YOU
THE BASIC SQUARE KNOT !
//
I started to give my brain it's obvious instruction
BUT !
I blurted out
WOW !
I ALWAYS WANTED TO LEARN HOW
TO MAKE SAILOR'S KNOTS
//
I turned in a huff to these 2 fiends of brain and mouth
And said ( silently )
ALWAYS ?
YOU MADE ME SAY
ALWAYS !?
A WEEK AGO WE HAD NEVER EVEN HEARD
OF SAILOR 'S KNOTS !!
///
Then the song
Of
JANIS JOPLIN
came to me
FREEDOM ' S JUST ANOTHER WORD
FOR NOTHIN LEFT TO LOSE ----
//
and I now had nothin left
My life was surrendered to hers
( due to the love and kindness of strangers ! )
••
But ( you see )
There was a massive mistake in my calculations
( again )
You see
SHE
had ( unknownst to me with my selfish heart )
Made a similar commitment to me !
And / more and more /only asked me to do what
I really wanted to do
( even to learn to do macrame )
What I was afraid to do without encouragement
••
WE BECAME A TEAM !
//
We both had different social skills
She was so unbelievably compassionate
She was so able to break thru people's fears
And enter into such trust inducing relationships
It seemed like magic to me
//
I was really good at organizing things
Setting plans
Seeing the picture of the goals
We needed to accomplish
//
In a certain sense
We never talked
--
A glance back and forth
A subtle gesture
//.
Complete unity
••
People would ask
HOW YOU 2 GETTING ALONG !?
ARE YOU IN LOVE !?
""
and we would look at each other and wonder
GETTING ALONG ?
IN LOVE ?
And not have the slightest idea what they were talking about !
//
And that might help explain
Why
When I read the poems here
I don't know what you are talking about
//
( not the slightest idea )
//
Like there is a weird thing happening
And then it gets weirder
And then someone gets upset because it gets weirder
But it was weird already !
••
And then the strangest vocabulary gets going
Trying to describe some feelings that are really only thoughts
About something that isn't really happening anyway
( or something like that )
••
So
On and on it goes !
I just try to be
Like those strangers on Fisherman's Wharf
Trying to make the magic
That is pure human kindness
//
To throw myself upon
The BARBED WIRE OF EGO
So that you might
climb my back
AND LEAP INTO THE FREEDOM
OF INFINITY !
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Did I act any weirder than normal?
Recalling dreamy day
Picking apples on a ladder
What a stupid girl.
Made apple jack for you
Not talking to me
You learning space and time
I was learning dream language
Dreams are out of control.
Much interference.
Cota mundi protects
loves his wife
Protections were set
But are broken
Afraid of metasphere
Afraid to make new metaphors
They suggest...
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Your lips taste like morning dew dripping off of a flower petal, storing all the sugary sweetness of a captured sunrise. Or, like a lightening bolt, making the hairs on my arms raise, then bow down to you when you kiss my neck with warmed lips. Or, like rusty spigot water, but I can't stop drinking you, it's like I'm living in a drought, and you're my only source of H2O. Before you, around 2, maybe 3 AM, teabags would bleed brown, unsweetened blood rivers down my cup, and my throat, would conjure a hiccup, that would burn my chest, like a 2,400 degrees kiln. Our hands, clank and clink, like we're two dishes in a soapy sink, but we know how to ****** ourselves correctly, so we don't discrete our cranny veins. My heart is like a beet, the vegetable, pumping purple dye in my veins, making them look spider-like, or like smudged pen-ink. That's what writer's veins consist of, the inky words they write with their ball-point-pens. The way you kiss my head, my lips, my cheek, my hand, you make the butterflies in my heart come alive, like fireflies trapped inside a jar. My collarbone, your wishbone, my knuckles, 10for10 simple bones to be kissed, my head, precious, leaning, my scalp, awaits to be felt by your friendly lips. When we're apart, I get motion sick from missing you. I will write about you, forever. I love you, and I don't need my language for loving you drenched in alcohol for my true feelings to show. I talk about happiness, like it's something to take off. Being happy, with you, is simple. I'm weirder than you, maybe weirder than what you want, but weirdly good am I at being what you want, all you want. I like when you compare me to impossible things, like the unsure feeling of whether you're having a heart attack or a heart attract. You're kind the point of seeing, I could look at your face all day long. I love it when you worry about making sense, but nobody really ever makes sense, and that's the beauty of being human. Your voice pulls summer bones from earthen graves, your voice is beautiful, so beautiful, it's my favorite song. I'm in plant with you, and my plant for you grows daily.
(k.m.m)
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
i
I have always loved you.
You're my best friend you big beautiful idiot, what do you expect?
ii
You remind of words written on fog on a mirror. You can be beautiful and ugly but you will always be fleeting.
You told me that i remind you of corn flowers,
and I never really told you much.
iii
You are forgiven and I hope you are well.
iv
You came into my life at a weird time and I came into yours at an even weirder time.
We're both actors, so we were pretty good at pretending.
v
I kissed you when I shouldn't have and your mother disapproved. We've both grown so much and I love you exponentially.
You're a combination of Audrey Horne,
and a desert flower
and I wanted to kiss you so bad by the creek last week but perhaps your mother would still disapprove.
vi
You were my green hair muse,
I have so much to say about you
and I'm embarrassed to say I miss you.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
i feel like talking to you
& being with you all the time
hugging you
kissing you
seeing you smile
seeing you happy
& it's weird
because i thought i'd never fall for you
because you'd never fall for me
& i didn't want to be dependent
on someone else's happiness & personality
to be my happiness
& it's even weirder
that i feel like i need
to feel your skin in mine's
& capture your soul every time
i look at you.
it's weird because you are full of many flaws
but i don't see them
& i look at you with my eyes full of wonders
but you don't look at me
the way i look at you;
but you look at her the way i look at you.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 9:54 PM UTC
ever since the spider left the web
the fly felt free
but then again shes trapped
the tightness of the silvery web
is merging in her body
scarring her skin
she struggled to get free
but it only made her feel more helpless
she stayed still
until it all let loose.
she was free..
and then she died.
Jun 10, 2011
Jun 10, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC