"wyd" poems
Oh, my Medusa
That piercing, seductive stare
Gets me so rock hard.
"braullw nevae falls"
That's 'braille never fails',
Spelled by a blind man.
Matsuo Basho
Turns in his grave: first, five times
then seven, then five.
The dankest of ****
Floats slowly into my lungs
Oh wait...Asbestos.
hahaha ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
yeyeyeyeye ye boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
hehe wyd
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
i see things in high definition colour, but
july is the only month that fluctuates—
between florida orange and, later, burnt sienna;
everything between the 1st to the 31st
is dipped in a honey-glaze of three things:
1. warm, sticky air
2. the feeling of 6pm
3. bicycles riding through fields of fireflies.
naturally, i spend most of july in my bedroom—
the heat gets to me, makes my allergies flare
and i watch movies; old, 80s, movies (or—tiktok clips
of the same movie, only broken up into thirty-six parts
that i view from my bed with my naked legs spinning vertical circles through the air).
i always forget the feeling of august
until it’s there again. july
overshadows it with the final embers, so i only realise
it's august on maybe the 5th or 6th. almost
a full week into a month that my brain—
which is never wrong about the way things feel—
sees a deep, ocean blue.
i don't write home about august. i don't hurry it up
through winter months, when i begin the countdown
to hot, hazy days. if anything, i view august
as the ending of something, of a summer i wished so hard for.
and every time, it blindsides me with love.
i love things more in august. i love the smell of summer-
rain on the pavement. i love songs i listened to in january.
i love waiting around for halloween. i love my bedroom,
the pause of heat-sick sleep, the blue-sky mornings.
i write love letters to autumn in a time capsule. i text july and ask u up?, and wyd?, and come over?
and still, when summer ends, i will never want to get what i wish for.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 6:34 PM UTC
Just beginning.
Wyd are still young.
Still being educated.
Only 40 years ago homosexuality was still considered a mental disorder.
Now equal rights are still non existent.
Sure since then things have gotten better.
But we still are not equal!
People still laugh when they see two men walking down the street holding hands.
People still thing lesbians are just there for there own nasty pleasure.
Kiss your girlfriend it's hot.
You don't say that to straight couples.
You don't stop and yell out the window when you see them.
You don't tell them to kiss for your own pleasure.
You don't go shoot their clubs.
The world is not equal.
We are no where near equal.
We are still lower than heterosexuals.
We are still thought of as sinners by churches.
We are frowned upon.
Youth are thrown out by there parents.
We still live in fear.
No rights til we are equal
**** right I SUPORT it!
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Frequent & repeated lines of questioning,
not limited to frequent and repeated running,
O,
your honor,
how wyd one do in the dog days should so futile an expense be paid.
Often,
though not often enough
(and
entirely too often,)
it seems
to be
repeated
to be
repeated the sayings of the elderly,
but I say,
among others,
RUN!
collapse into the whole of everything else.
Run not in the ablative sense,
but inwardly.
The Dog Days are days in the truest meaning,
Don't Hold Me To That!!!
for this will pass,
as will those and that.
That rustling will never cease
and should it,
I fear the worst.
From this cries a home
A HOME!
for want of all.
Take this, Take me, whole, unbroken, beyond dog days and frequent and repeated sayings & questions. Take me home.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Everyone is gonna be happy / be happy
you're gonna make me so happy / so happy
My sins didn't hold
By sin I'm no more sold
you're poring into me
you're forgiving as can be
the line was formed with red
By your son who rose from the dead
you've taken sin away
i'm fine, so fine this day
your hands have warmed my soul
unlike the sin that was a part
the hole you fill so comfortably
but now i'm pouring out my heart
i will make room i'll empty out
i'll tell my sins to you about
i'll change my everything for you
just keep on doing what you do
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC
#
me: hey
you: hey
me: wyd?
you: nothing. hbu?
me: same.
seen 23:49
#
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
The many ways he is legal.,Legit and lit..
With 3 A.M to finish it!
He ever so slightly gives..
Her a passions mind hickey.
F.ck..up.. savory
Like shivering kisses mind hiccups.
unspoken...................................attention given.
Make's her shiver he's a mental ******** giver..
Make's her mind moist and inquisitive.
At the sign of any confusion.
It's his penetrative foreplay.
Its the lyrics used to seductively play.
Tools He uses..their selective differences.
Just before 3 a.m.
She floats adrift softly melting H.i.m.
Talking everything comprehensively through.
Rocks her mindful emotions.
Mind F**kin sweet potions.
non-trivial notions.
Following every word she's relaying.
All before the 3 a.m. relating.
By day he's catering appetizers of verbal compliments.
Sharing of the days events.
when they are away from one another.
They are texting each other.
By evening.........
his texting feels like gentle
whispering!
Making His next text something she's craving.
Neva leaving her guessing what He is doing.
Neva askin her wyd?
Mental interactions are tender touchings.
Mind F**kin.. A tender kind of existing.
As they both be falling.
By the time its 3 a.m.
Oceans colliding.. erupting.. exploding. mental explosion.
3 a.m. dammn she's already had many ******* heightened chills.
Body follows every moment. No hesitations so receptive.
They are such Intellectual souls..
The body is prepped it always follows.
3 a.m Anything Goes.
By 7 a.m exhaustion so good sets in.
Physical resting so sweet.. yet mentally he's ready with a grin.
Just to start a new day all over with her again.
by selinasharday 4-2018...H.I.M (he is mine)
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
I'm just an outside the box kinda person so..
What's my texting character/personality..
is it like Type F..
Hi, good morning. hi, hello, well
good evening, wyd, goodnight.
*(Super Predictable.) BORING ME
Type of wmtt..aka wasting my time thing..
Repetitious.
Or is it a type D:
hey, hi **** hey bae, hi handsome/beautiful
Gifs on kidding
**** cold text, no warmup,
no get to know you richer.
No full sentences.
One word replies mostly,
No time no efforts.
Boring kinda u **** chat history.
Or a C type.
for attempts at times to be creative,
feisty, interesting, warm,
a lil chatty sharing new things sometimes.
Or B type text buddy for the ability to show real interest,
by just calling you up
and have get to open up fun convo.
And send cute make my day words and positive things.
Finally, a
A-type of text friend.
No time for idle boring chit chat
usually when one can
they have a true vibe of saying interesting
lil comments
that gets you to think,
reflect, open up, share, feel motivated,
makes yah smile, blush,
feel liked, cared about, special,
want to know more,
want to share more,
and look forward to touching basics.
A fun caring worth keepin not deleting chat history log.
The 3 E's Of
Effort, Energy, Evolving
By Selina Sharday
Thoughts of
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Sharday3 RosePoet#H.E.R_POETRY S.A.M
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
I don't know what to do
I am stuck in this gap
its hard to move forward
or backwards
im trying to choose between
him and him
him one
pros
nice, funny, calls me cute, noticed me
cons
distant, innocent, awkward
him two
pros
cute, nice, funny, and some notices me
cons
seems ***** all the time, clingy, its always wyd
they both notice me and i don't know why,
i'm not cute
i'm not funny
i don't attract any similes
i attract stares
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
I don’t love you.
I honestly never really cared.
I couldn’t care less.
That is until 10:16
When my body aches
And I hit you with the wyd
Because you’re what I want to taste
Don’t expect me to embrace you in your vulnerability
But I expect you to embark in your most vulnerable experience with me
Why?
Because we’re humans, baby
Because it’s natural, lover
Because your body looked so good in that dress
Because of the shape your hips and your thighs
Oh I love when you ride
I love when you taste me
Can you feel me inside
I’m giving it all to you
Promise me it’s mine
Because this belongs to you
Wait but not completely
I can only promise you the D
Because I need no emotional ties between you and me
I’m in a situation
I have someone else for that
Someone who’s still waiting for me to text her back
Someone you don’t know of and you’ll hopefully never meet
And after this I probably won’t call
until 10:16 next week.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
They come
They leave
They seek reprieve
We need a sound and a light
To keep us conscious
Of whatever
I am conscious of something
There is a barrier
Young girl in black jeans
Glasses
Apron
And a fry cook
Battering Nova Scotia
Halibut on live television
I send a message to Adonai
Wyd?
He asks me if I will agree
To his new terms of service
Which makes me uneasy
He tells me Carl Jung
Wears his glasses in the void
He looks prophetic and exalted
With some black folks
Sitting at a corner table
While being interviewed
That’s amazing
She says
So cool
She says
That’s amazing
And if our eyes meet
For too long
We might know some
Secret truth
Which we make
No effort
To conceal
Are we already
In perfection?
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Jhynda you gotta to be kidding me!
How dare you! become silent just suddenly.
We were chatting 2 fast 2 furious.
Now I’m idling at a red traffic light just furious.
Sitting in this car waiting for that green light to Go!
I’m not sitting in a car but I’m letting you metaphorically know.
As you sleep we stopped our speech.
Oddly you asked me “Wyd?” And we just started to speak.
Time is still moving and I’m still up.
The wind outside is blowing strong and I’m thinking “What the F***!”.
Listening to music now as I text you this message.
Expressing myself it’s about to get interesting.
Maybe I should stop this poem note.
I don’t want to go no further my friend.
Since your sleeping maybe this could be the end...
Although as I’m awake this new day of mines just began.
I have a long way before my day ends.
You have a short time as you sleep before your day begins.
Laying in your bed cuddle up with your bear.
And Brownie on the floor or on your bed laying near.
I shouldn’t be thinking this thoughts as I text you this.
As if I’m standing right there at the end of your bed just looking.
Waiting for you to wake so we can continue the topic we left off.
Before you became silent at 8:26pm as I viewed.
For you it’s 8:16pm your last text to me.
I understand I guess...continue to get your beauty rest.
BYE!
From: Aaron L. Osgood
To: You b.k.a. Jhynda Perpignan
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Sing to me, tell me all the things in my ear
I’d want to hear, be my personal Shakespeare
I want it but I won't ask for it
I want you to tell me I’m pretty, and in return I get beautiful
Show me you want me,
but not always physically
And although well get there in a minute
But show me you need me
Need someone to listen
Be there for you when you cry and baby please don't you be shy
Because
I’ll give you that high that tender lovin no one can deny
Touch me, make love to my body and soul
Allow me to explore the journey and become on as a whole
Conversate with me and more than just “wyd”
Pull all nighters till the sun rises up at 7:30
No need for orange juice sipping my tea
You give me all the vitamin C that rush from fresh brewed coffee
Open up to me, be a book a novel
allowing me to flick through you’re page
And maybe we can work on starting a life together and become old aged
Love me,
I want you to love my love I give to you with no hesitation
Have constant flirtation for the rest of our lives without any complication
And I want you to
Be my medicine, the pill I take and digest that takes all my pain away
Making me forget the hurt that's been done and replace it with pure and utterly true love
And be mine’s, be my person that’s all I ask
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
If it don't fit..don't force it!
(Sweeping away bread crumbs)
Letting go of the bread crumbs messages..........
they text..wyd..
you: not much what you up to?
them: text no reply
Yours: hey you there?
Them text:_______?
Your text: well bye take care!
Text days later: HRU.
Your text; Fine n you.
their text: good
later blank space incomplete convo's.
they Gone!
(have friends who fit these shoes)...
they given bread crumbs..well
dust away those lil dry bread crumb sprinkles.
Been getting the little bread crumbs..
here ya go have sum.. (they thinkin)
don't say I never gave yah none.
If you've been tryna keep up relationship on the run..
a lil friendship keepin in contact fun..
Going!
Their introductions
made ya think I'd like to get to know you some.
Yet.
The whole hit and miss
No real time for this.
kinda fit.
Becomes the whole sum of it.
Busy, tired , not a good time, talk to yah later.
Alligator.
(your patience will be fried)
(Hope will have died)
Sweep away their lil bread crumbs.
yah don't need none.
No talkin ta yah even later.
(You really should)...Be done!
s.a.m by selinsasharday 3-18
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC