"whatshername" poems - Hello Poetry

It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC

avery-glows

This is about Politics, Freedom and Struggle

It's not like the movies, or shows the books and the novels. hollywood's way of cheesy gimmicks. It's not like the Hunger Games! Where people are injected with sweet venom of credulous lies. Where 2 tributes disappears. Every year. Because, right now, right here, we have more. It is 2053. Promises long gone. Contracts expired and conspiracy failed. Betrayed. Lied to. Indoctrinated. Abandoned. Hands over heads. We, at the mercy of the Red Dragon. His highness roams. We, losing our grasps, collapsing. I dreamed a home of peace, safe, with freedom. But it crumpled into a million pieces. No more teases. When they had won. Some people fled. Unbearable of the roads, tainted red. They got lucky. But I'm just a fuming middle aged worthless powerless whatshername. Talk about pity. "I'm young!" But you'll grow old. And I tell you of this. I warn you of this! Because I see it so clearly, so vividly, in your eyes. I see no future of us. Just our minds twisted. Blood and gore mixed with all that we witnessed. Just healthy looking robots. Patriotic robots. Who has forgotten everything.

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Here I am again, it's 4pm. Online searching "Ways to Combat Depression" How did I get into the mess I'm in? It's only 4pm. The sun still filters through my window. Cindy Whatshername says it raises serotonin. How am I ever going to win? It's...it's only 4pm. All day long I felt the pressure, Pounding like a hammer in my head. Remind me how I'm not already dead? It's only 4pm. It's afternoon and the lists are full: Vegetables, vitamins, a positive outlook. But Cindy, I'm sorry, I can't buy your new book. It's only 4 pm. Once the sun has fled, it's true, it feels dark. I never really appreciate its light. But now it is a weapon in a fight. Oh look, it's 4:02pm. How early in the day can you regret it? Waking up and going out at all. These are just dumb ways to slow the fall. And pass the time until it's later on. Watch funny movies, do yoga, try a new sport. Take supplements, read books, set up goals. Get some sleep, try to have some fun, and you'll feel whole. I've done all that. It's only 4 pm. I don't need advice I've tried already, I've done all this so many times before. I don't want to feel defeated anymore. God, it's only 4! They say it's caused by anger, Well, I've got that. I've got plenty in my life I can be mad at. I've got hours to explain. They say you have to face what you've been hiding, Well believe me, I have really tried. And several times over again I've died. And you know... it's only 4pm. It's 4pm and here I am, alone Watching a funny show, researching "Ways to Combat Depression" and I'm searching. I know someday my search will have its end. But...I don't know how to do this, And how am I going through this? Isolated within memories I always miss. Toes curling the at edges of a darkening abyss. And it's too much to continue to dismiss. And it's And...it's.... It's only 4pm.

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Jan 14, 2013

Jan 14, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC

mikaila

Passing the Time

Here I am again, it's 4pm. Online searching "Ways to Combat Depression" How did I get into the mess I'm in? It's only 4pm. The sun still filters through my window. Cindy Whatshername says it raises serotonin. How am I ever going to win? It's...it's only 4pm. All day long I felt the pressure, Pounding like a hammer in my head. Remind me how I'm not already dead? It's only 4pm. It's afternoon and the lists are full: Vegetables, vitamins, a positive outlook. But Cindy, I'm sorry, I can't buy your new book. It's only 4 pm. Once the sun has fled, it's true, it feels dark. I never really appreciate its light. But now it is a weapon in a fight. Oh look, it's 4:02pm. How early in the day can you regret it? Waking up and going out at all. These are just dumb ways to slow the fall. And pass the time until it's later on. Watch funny movies, do yoga, try a new sport. Take supplements, read books, set up goals. Get some sleep, try to have some fun, and you'll feel whole. I've done all that. It's only 4 pm. I don't need advice I've tried already, I've done all this so many times before. I don't want to feel defeated anymore. God, it's only 4! They say it's caused by anger, Well, I've got that. I've got plenty in my life I can be mad at. I've got hours to explain. They say you have to face what you've been hiding, Well believe me, I have really tried. And several times over again I've died. And you know... it's only 4pm. It's 4pm and here I am, alone Watching a funny show, researching "Ways to Combat Depression" and I'm searching. I know someday my search will have its end. But...I don't know how to do this, And how am I going through this? Isolated within memories I always miss. Toes curling the at edges of a darkening abyss. And it's too much to continue to dismiss. And it's And...it's.... It's only 4pm.

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I see this town from a far sitting in the quiet car the raindrops dripping on the window Its been twenty weeks Twenty weeks of procrastination, meeting new people, and trying to forget what I used to be I forgot why I saw on that see saw. I pull up to a vacant house the house that I once called a home yet the monsters have scared my family away I uncertainly opened the door as I ponder about the idea that I may have went to the wrong house “I swear I opened out my christmas presents here” “I swear that these were the stairs that I trekked every school day” The thunder the constant reminder that I am not dreaming and this is my house I start to switch up the lights to see the damage that the monsters have caused I see my mother was ripped off of these flaky walls and the wind blew her away yet you can still see of her love hiding in the light I see my brother and sister as been torn by this monster there is a brick wall that separates them apart you see they are divided yet their souls are poking through the cracks trying see them again I found my mom today she is filling my gears up with her gossip she tells me stories of the monsters eating people up When I went to the grocery store to get food on tuesday I saw one of my friends checking out he told me he dropped out because the college life was not for me but all i see is that change scares him shitless because if he changes then he has to deal with this town this god **** town He says he wants to go to France but he can't find the time but all I hear are his comfort zone shrinking away to a pebble on the ground When I was walking home I saw that one girl whatshername That one girl who kicked my shins and give me that letter where did that letter go, I never got the chance to open it She was that one girl I say picking petals of of that sunflower but She looks different the town tore her apart she live in the past as I keep climbing into the future. Now I climb into this car to go back to my new home yet I will never Photoshop the scares off of my past with this town I live in this town this town that has become a monster

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Jun 2, 2014

Jun 2, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC

jason-cirkovic

The Town Part 3: Homecoming

I see this town from a far sitting in the quiet car the raindrops dripping on the window Its been twenty weeks Twenty weeks of procrastination, meeting new people, and trying to forget what I used to be I forgot why I saw on that see saw. I pull up to a vacant house the house that I once called a home yet the monsters have scared my family away I uncertainly opened the door as I ponder about the idea that I may have went to the wrong house “I swear I opened out my christmas presents here” “I swear that these were the stairs that I trekked every school day” The thunder the constant reminder that I am not dreaming and this is my house I start to switch up the lights to see the damage that the monsters have caused I see my mother was ripped off of these flaky walls and the wind blew her away yet you can still see of her love hiding in the light I see my brother and sister as been torn by this monster there is a brick wall that separates them apart you see they are divided yet their souls are poking through the cracks trying see them again I found my mom today she is filling my gears up with her gossip she tells me stories of the monsters eating people up When I went to the grocery store to get food on tuesday I saw one of my friends checking out he told me he dropped out because the college life was not for me but all i see is that change scares him shitless because if he changes then he has to deal with this town this god **** town He says he wants to go to France but he can't find the time but all I hear are his comfort zone shrinking away to a pebble on the ground When I was walking home I saw that one girl whatshername That one girl who kicked my shins and give me that letter where did that letter go, I never got the chance to open it She was that one girl I say picking petals of of that sunflower but She looks different the town tore her apart she live in the past as I keep climbing into the future. Now I climb into this car to go back to my new home yet I will never Photoshop the scares off of my past with this town I live in this town this town that has become a monster

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Another day another number Another day another empty bedside Another day to smell the hair on the pillow sheets That cocoon me with my frantic mind Another day acting like Sleeping with different girls every week is fun Another day of being called a ****** slayer By your friends who wish they were like you Why oh why Do I have to see these days pass by Without being called a **** Another day where men measure themselves On how manly they are By the number of girls you have slept with. Sleep on this I can’t sleep at night As Whatshername’s Hair brushes on my nose I sit there thinking these 14 things That seem to tug on shirt Asking for my attention 1.) I hope she had fun tonight 2.) I hope this clock stays at 2:13am maybe if I stare at it the minute hand It won’t move 3.) I hope I can feel loved by her by another night I want her to see That I’m not just a ****** Craving her curves on my body. 4.) I hope she can see through the cracks of my smile 5.) I hope she sees that I’m not like everyone guy 6.) I hope I can make her pancakes when she wakes up Before she escapes the person she calls a regret. 7.) I hope sun doesn't come up Because I’ll have to walk alone in cold street called reality 8.) I hope she doesn't realize The reason I have *** with her Is to avoid to larger problems in my life. 9.) I hope that ****** worked 10.) I hope I can change my ways, why can’t change my ways? 11.) I hope my dad’s leather belt Isn't waiting for me When I sneak back home, Yet I’m excited to see it Because I feel my father’s touch Through the sounds of leather 12.) I hope my future son doesn't see me like this 13.) I hope my number of girls I've slept with stops at 13 14.) I hope I can stop Stop Stop Stop Whenever I try stop All I can think of Are those words Floating around my head Convicting me That if people call you a **** ****** slayer” “Man ***** I just think to myself “Well I guess I am who I am” 15 16 17

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC

jason-cirkovic

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Another day another number Another day another empty bedside Another day to smell the hair on the pillow sheets That cocoon me with my frantic mind Another day acting like Sleeping with different girls every week is fun Another day of being called a ****** slayer By your friends who wish they were like you Why oh why Do I have to see these days pass by Without being called a **** Another day where men measure themselves On how manly they are By the number of girls you have slept with. Sleep on this I can’t sleep at night As Whatshername’s Hair brushes on my nose I sit there thinking these 14 things That seem to tug on shirt Asking for my attention 1.) I hope she had fun tonight 2.) I hope this clock stays at 2:13am maybe if I stare at it the minute hand It won’t move 3.) I hope I can feel loved by her by another night I want her to see That I’m not just a ****** Craving her curves on my body. 4.) I hope she can see through the cracks of my smile 5.) I hope she sees that I’m not like everyone guy 6.) I hope I can make her pancakes when she wakes up Before she escapes the person she calls a regret. 7.) I hope sun doesn't come up Because I’ll have to walk alone in cold street called reality 8.) I hope she doesn't realize The reason I have *** with her Is to avoid to larger problems in my life. 9.) I hope that ****** worked 10.) I hope I can change my ways, why can’t change my ways? 11.) I hope my dad’s leather belt Isn't waiting for me When I sneak back home, Yet I’m excited to see it Because I feel my father’s touch Through the sounds of leather 12.) I hope my future son doesn't see me like this 13.) I hope my number of girls I've slept with stops at 13 14.) I hope I can stop Stop Stop Stop Whenever I try stop All I can think of Are those words Floating around my head Convicting me That if people call you a **** ****** slayer” “Man ***** I just think to myself “Well I guess I am who I am” 15 16 17

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Fresh Start New day Blue Skys What's the date? So much to do Where is the time I'm ready now Call the color line The color's Peach Which makes no sense As it's a fruit. Need to go *** in a cup In front of whatshername Say it isn't so.

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC

jordan-f

Fresh Start

Fresh Start New day Blue Skys What's the date? So much to do Where is the time I'm ready now Call the color line The color's Peach Which makes no sense As it's a fruit. Need to go *** in a cup In front of whatshername Say it isn't so.

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I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen closely. It isn't you that I hate it's her, well mostly. And if you kicked her to the curb then we could be together. But since you are infattuated that will happen never. This isn't up to me, you're the one who's choosing. I'm a winner either way, you're the one who's losing.

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC

harlee-kae

Dear Whatshername

I'm only going to say this once, so you better listen closely. It isn't you that I hate it's her, well mostly. And if you kicked her to the curb then we could be together. But since you are infattuated that will happen never. This isn't up to me, you're the one who's choosing. I'm a winner either way, you're the one who's losing.

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I think I'm always going to be that piece of gum. Not the one that's a metaphor from Selma, whose all hateful because someone "chewed her up and spit her out". Not the one that got stuck in Mikail's shoe and just added to his already climbing pile of **** Not the one that got caught accidentally in Isabel's best friend's hair and had to be cut out with scissors and made them trust each other even more. I mean the one that was offered from that nice girl in school who had a nice backpack and whose name you'll have forgotten long before she's gone. I'm absolutely terrified of being that piece of gum. Almost as irrelevant as the girl herself.

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May 6, 2018

May 6, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC

chatterbox

Whatshername

I think I'm always going to be that piece of gum. Not the one that's a metaphor from Selma, whose all hateful because someone "chewed her up and spit her out". Not the one that got stuck in Mikail's shoe and just added to his already climbing pile of **** Not the one that got caught accidentally in Isabel's best friend's hair and had to be cut out with scissors and made them trust each other even more. I mean the one that was offered from that nice girl in school who had a nice backpack and whose name you'll have forgotten long before she's gone. I'm absolutely terrified of being that piece of gum. Almost as irrelevant as the girl herself.

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Oh, last night, did you see what happened to that bloke on TV? Well I were shocked, it baffled me anyway, got to go. Saw the Doctor t'other day, whatshername thinks one is gay, His name? no, she didn't say, Is that my bus? His wife was out with him from work always thought he was a berk sits in the office, has a permanent smirk. See you later. Not got any news today my gossipy friend has gone away off to Spain on holiday Never said goodbye.

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC

chris-pea

Small Talk

Oh, last night, did you see what happened to that bloke on TV? Well I were shocked, it baffled me anyway, got to go. Saw the Doctor t'other day, whatshername thinks one is gay, His name? no, she didn't say, Is that my bus? His wife was out with him from work always thought he was a berk sits in the office, has a permanent smirk. See you later. Not got any news today my gossipy friend has gone away off to Spain on holiday Never said goodbye.

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