"woops" poems
Wake up.
Think of you.
Remember you've changed.
Video games.
Avoid texting you.
Video games.
Spend money.
Feel terrible.
Video games.
Spend more money.
Text you.
Video games.
Forget to eat.
Video games.
Ponder suicide.
Day dream about death.
Video games.
Feel ******
You don't help.
Check fridge.
Drink.
Video games.
Think of you.
Drink.
Video games.
Drink.
Find my knife.
Drink.
Consider.
Drink.
Text you.
**** you.
**** me.
Drink.
Just one cut.
Think of you.
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Wake up.
Think of you.
Ouch.
"Just one cut."
Woops.
Text you.
You still don't care.
Drink.
Nap.
Rinse.
Repeate.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Bad prose and half - dried hair.
Pants..? No.
Just a blanket,
On these unpremeditated rainy days.
With stale crackers for breakfast,
I'll start a revolution today.
Depression is a renewable resource,
Like plastic.
Earwax is made up of words,
So my heads overloaded,
calendars outdated,
Bridge, underrated
Woops
The jump didnt make it
You made the jump
Now shh
I cant hear the voices in my head.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
My Boy
So you’ve got yourself a new girl
She hot?
She pretty?
She nice?
She ****
I don’t know
Probably nothing like me
You see
With me
You were on fire
Always such heat
A firestorm in the rain
Making the water evaporate
Till there’s nothing but steam
Good ol’ steam
You see
It was fun while it lasted
And it sure lasted awhile
All the teasing
All the tempting
Thank god I wasn’t under age
Little minx
Little temptress
Woops
My bad
You think you’ll have to touch
For her
The way you did for me?
Nah, I doubt it
I doubt you’ll stop your truck
During your rounds
Pull it over the highway and come
Come all over your steering wheel
I doubt you’ll get all hot and bothered
While the kids are sleeping
And come
Come right beside them in the bed you’re sharing
Having to bite down on a pillow
To keep from screaming out my name
I doubt you’ll stop your work
Stop cleaning
Just to jack off
And ***** all that you've cleaned
Start that job over again
You see
You just couldn’t help yourself
I don’t blame you
I mean
Look at her
Look at me
Is she wrinkled?
Or is she young and firm
Ah
She’s an older lass isn’t she?
Ready to settle down
Give you what I never did
Reassurance
That’s ok
I gave you something she never can
Never will
Just can’t
I made you lose control my boy
Now run along
Hold onto your control with her
So stable she is
But when you try to bang her brains out
Make sure you get the names right
It won’t be me you’re getting pleasure from
Never me
Regain the control you lost
Pick up your scattered clothes
And have fun being so prim and proper
No more fun and games for you
Oh well
My games just started
My boy
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 6:52 PM UTC
Drunk man walkin down a rainy street,
A wood floor and new socks on your bare feet,
Ya look down and suddenly your lookin up, woops I slipped and fell in love.
Bald tire runnin on an icy road, steep hill underneith a foot of snow, a greased pig fallin off a pick up truck, woops I slipped and fell in love.
I hope that your feelin the way that I feel, its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
An icecube hidin on your kitchen floor, S back step leadin up ta your back door. Now howd I wind up on my ****
Woops i slipped and fell in love. I hope that your feelin the way that i feel its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
i hope that your feelin the way that i feel, its just like flyin but your standin stilk. The birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff. woops i slipped and fell in love. Help ive fallen and cant get up. woops ive slipped and fell in love.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
please Lord this boy need's Jesus
**** that
tell God he needs to find a shrink
no a priest
no an altar boy getting ****** by the father
woops that one slipped out
like they slipped the boundaries of good taste and human decency
I'm a nightmare for the nice folksy people
I take their money
put in the church's biggest mausoleum
and burn it to the ground
take the daughters and sons
to the state border and set them free with a 24 cent phone call
inhale the night until we're all exhaled
pack my heater close to my business
walking with nerves taut
the breath breathed out by every man before the electrical storm
drinking fire in purgatory alley
until the gut glows hello
I slug back another PBR and let the night current take me
it's all alright
tonight we howl at the moon until it picks up the ****** phone
and we domesticate the domesticated in the art of the primordial
take a life tonight
yours his hers
it doesn't matter
we're all sprinting to the after life
and digging through earth is easier than ascending from earth on clipped angel wings
keep on slitting your wrists
and I'll keep on drinking your blood
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
What strange path has this extended world strayed to?
I wake with a beautiful vibrant sun glaring in my window.
Start with peace pipes and bhajans, I want to sing these hymns.
Meanwhile, the average youth can't look away from their text messages.
Woops.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
sloppy,
I dropped the ****
Woops, hey now I haven't touched your speed.
Slow down,
The codines around
Don't frown, the acid will make me into a clown
Lost now,
I'm running around
Somehow
10 miles off the ground
But I'll come down
I allways do
The drugs never last as long as you do
So let the heynas hackle from the street side
I may be ****** up but I'm not the one whos dead inside
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
I'm not good at being your friend.
I was so sure that I loved you in the most complete way possible, I wouldn't have even begrudged you if you liked someone else. It wasn't in my interest to covet you.
But then things happed...
...as they do.
And I tried my best feel they way I did at first.
But I cant.
Because things happened.
I try to treat you like I used to but I begrudge you
half the time I think of you I think of ways to break up with you
woops.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
(Nerve meds setting in/what? We need to relax!!!) By me...nerve medication diary! Tounges dry, body is slowing to its course!!!! No remorse....the main ***** your brain is ticking down backwards! An easing of the day!!!woops there's a display! Breathing slowing, panic unloading out all into your tapestry we call sheets!!!nothing bleak! I can repair by reflection!! Write poetry by invention
PS: how god intended of course!!!!!
Tomorrow will bring another manic with that comes more panic and more uneasing mends!modest ammends!!!
Sleep will be white and bright with slumbering fairy like ladies to show me the next days run!!!a show! How fun...///
Peripheral vision of me in 3d as in leaving this own holdened carcass! Mortuary places cannot hold this body down!!!!!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
You steal from those who thenselves have stolen.
A terrible mish-mash of overly deep yet somehow meaningless dribble.
So you steal a lyric or two from a terrible song, you rearrange it and add "thee" to it totally out of context, just to add some more cliché.
So stick to acrostic poems, and retreat to your broken meadow of lost souls. Take thy writing stick and puke up an Oxford onto the paper.
See if I give a ****
Woops I wasn't supposed to swear was I? Didn't your English teacher tell you? (It's okay) Do it. I don't care.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
The dour grey city
As I'm walking through it
My eyes, my brain confused
With the malicious colours
(Green and red, at once?
What am I SUPPOSED to do?)
Switching, shifting,
The tension is growing,
And drivers are honking at me
Crossed the road, woops, the light was RED.
(I'm a daltonist
Gonna shatter these lights someday.)
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
When going on outing, hike or stroll,
for scenery or the sea
make sure you take an extra roll
in case of [woops!] emergency
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
right now,
I crave conversation.
I sit alone.
Waiting for her to finish.
I sit here
hearing all conversations.
One is about football
another is about plans for this Wednesday.
I want to be talking.
I want to be apart of something.
right now
My spirits are low.
Right now,
it seems like these gray tables are going to swallow me whole
these chairs hurt.
there is a model rocket above my head.
I want to fly away in it
Zoom past the stars,
the planets
and everything in between.
I want to be one with the air.
One in the soul.
forever
I feel alone.
Alone
I wait...
still waiting
but what can I expect?
Some things are really important.
Sorry I tried to keep you,
but this feeling is why.
Woops.
So yeah,
I feel alone.
So alone.
Its noisy,
yet I feel the silence.
Dark, silent silence.
Why did god create this feeling.
Its quite ugly
this is getting repetitive.
I know.
but I cant help it
I feel alone
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Gotta start somewhere
So lets start at home.
Home.
Is where the heart is right?
So where was mine?
Well I shared it a lot,
gave bits and pieces here or there,
came back to get them,
woops, vanished, thin air.
That's fine by me,
Got a pretty big heart anyway,
so I had to start somewhere.
I gave it to my family.
I owe them my life.
It wasn't easy mind you,
full of hardships and strife.
But it's made me tough, the person I needed to be,
but then I found a place, where I could finally see.
That the person that needed love the most, was me.
Yeah selfish as that may seem at first,
there were many times, where crying did no good,
I was rather close to have my bubble burst.
So I started with me, and found my Savior,
He taught me to live life, well, and safe, and be a life with flavor.
Maybe not those exact few words,
nothing few or small at all.
But you know. I started somewhere,
somewhere I started
to enjoy life.
So somewhere I began to smile
smile just a bit more.
Somewhere I knew, I had a lot more open doors.
So somewhere I tell you,
you gotta start there.
If you gotta start anywhere.
Better start
somewhere.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Heard them corralling the rabbit
Chasing without mercy
Communicating with woops
&
Hollers
Their screeches
Their bloodlust
I kept quiet
Tippy toes
Opened the shade
Circling poor Thumper
Must’ve been 3 or 4 of them
Open field
Rabbit goes this way
Darts that way
Nowhere to go
Nature
Even coyotes have to go to
The store every once in a while
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC