"yeap" poems
I'm so passed overthinking
My overthinking over thinks
The thinking I'm overthinking
To the point I'm thinking over
What's over thought and I thought
I was over this
Just didn't think it over enough
dilemma dilemma
yeap
Hold on we're in for a bumpy ride
Airwaves collide
I'm pretty sure we've been here before
I'm confused
What was the thought
Somewhere amongst this chaos
I forgot the original thought
Now I'm overthinking
A thought that can't be found
Wait wait
Oh yes I remember now
The thought was simply
Peanut butter or jelly
On the last piece of toast
So both
Or one
But which
Rock
Paper
Scissors
How do I answer this
It's an impossible equation
1+1 is good
1+the other is good
1+2 makes 1
But I wanted to share it with you
So now there's not enough
Either way
So what do you prefer
Before my brain cells implode
Giving up on the hope
I'll ever make a decision
That will justify the reason
Why I'm overthinking
What to feed you for breakfast in bed
Maybe just coffee...
Wait which brand?
How strong?
More or less sugar?
Too much creamer!
**** it I'm going to work
Everything *****
When over-thought thoughts
Become thoughts we've been over
Overthinking themselves
Into non-existence
And I forget how
I started this conversation with myself
Or what it no longer pertains to
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah do I have everything
What did I forget
Wallet
Keys
Phone
Socks
Shoes
Pants
Shirt
Necklace
Hat
30 minutes later it'll remind me
I woke up hungry
Couldn't decide what to feed myself
It's too late, I'm late for work
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
meadows that stays so green at spring
and so bared in autumn
magically white in winter
scorching and gold in the air of summers
perennial.
how do they do that?
to stay the same on the foundation
yet ever-changing on the surface.
what difference does it make really?
what kinds?
of the surcoats of hazel and acorns
or the blankets of snow on the slender branches
of trees?
don't they, even once
feel weary of all the undercurrents,
of shifting shapes of shadows?
and stand their ground
and shouted their demands
and push at intractable walls?
and flop down
and sift like flour
and grate like mozzarella?
to toss the gauntlet
say
'enough!'
doesn't anyone ever muses then
of whether the slideshows of nature
being flagrantly displayed and paraded
before their soon indifferent eyes
would feel of their performance.
but oh,
those poor meadows,
those poor meadows,
those pitiable meadows.
continue with your acts and scenes
that shall never pauses nor halt
oh no, no.
for you are impressive actors
on the forested stage
and the eyes, belligerent
yes, they are
will be watching the other way
never straight to your eyes
your artic, chilled
encasing a turbulent, melting, whirling
hot caramel core
yeap, right there on your irises and pupils.
so go on
go on
my delectable
my neglected
my pushover
my poor meadows.
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
my girlfriend said she was putting me on a diet,
no more sugar she said,
well one day she was at work
i was dog sitting while she worked
i got so hungry for some candy
loaded up the dog and went to the store
yeap,i bought a whole bag of candy
went home and i was in hog heaven
watching the game eating candy
well time for her to get home so i hid the candy
she came in and sit beside me,have you been eating candy
hell no honey i'm on a diet
well a few minutes later that **** dog
came into the living room carrying that bag of candy
she screamed out i knew you was eating candy
i jumped up and said
**** that's the smartest dog i have ever seen the **** thing went to the store and bought a bag of candy
she looked back at me
and asked whos credit card the dog used,,,hers
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
I heard you wanted to give up
I heard you were tired of fighting.
I heard that you were going to stop trying
Just throw away all the effort.
OK
Why should I care, I doesn't matter
It is your decision
But...
Years ago did you know that
Gandhi gave up too.
Yeap, he did and now his home is still being colonized by the British
And Martin Luther king As well as Mandela
They gave up after a bunch of policemen came after them
And now in their own homes they are servants
They use different restrooms
They enter through different doors
They are treated like aliens from outer space.
If the wouldn't have given up their homes
would be a peaceful place for them
They would have proven justice.
Now think of what you can accomplish
How are your friends going to see you,
when you tell them Don't give up
But you were the first to give up
Just say you were weak,
Well what if they are weak too.
Maybe even weaker than you ever were
Tell me what change is there for someone who doesn't keep trying
Tell me what will you do later on?
Regret it, feeling bad for not keeping a fight
The haters, the neighbors, the enemies
want you to turn weak in a fight
But it is your decision to fall
Or show them that your weak moments
make you even stronger
If you need a wing-man here I am
I am here to help you
But don't give up
Follow Gandhi, Martin, And Mandela
They never gave up for what they believed in
They were threatened to death
but the still stood up high
for the desendents and their follows
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
Ha im a sicko
a ******
a troubled youth
grown to a ***** mouth
Been sellin dope out the days inn
yeap she look at me
This ***** going in
Have her hollar out
eat that *****
she know im good
cuz im mexican
ill eat the taco
treat that ***** like a buffet
and here I go again
she pop that *** back
and I make it soakin wet
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
Truth is,
you don't even know
Half
Or even apart of who I am!!
I am probably
The most wicked chaotic mess you'll ever feel
Or lay eyes on.
(that's a lie, that is only how I feel)
...
Laughing for me is like
Morning coffee for others
Or like reading the paper,
Watching the News every morning.
Laughing cures my soul daily.
People and sweet harmonies and melodies
are reasons I smile.
Yes. That's truly me.
I am the way the sun shines
when rain drops sprinkle down gently
from light gray skies.
I am the giddiest soul you'll ever meet
with eyes as bright as the winter's northern night sky.
I am the little girl jaunting around the store,
singing love songs and sweet romance
trying to get through the grocery list.
I am the young soul, that wishes harder
every year that passes by.
sweet wishes of great wonders.
Yes. I'd have to say..
I am one to hold on to people
Hard..
Believing in every single aspect of their dreams
Seeing how wonderfully made they are
Gleaming at them in awe!
Yeap.
This is me.
Believe it or not.
That is your take on my wonderful world.
Believe it or not.
That is for you to decide
to believe and see
how deep and gentle this
Lady's heart is.
I am of many wonders
Too many to count.
Who am I?
I am someone of a dream.
A dream only few
Dare to believe!
Yes, this is me
Mi Vida
El mundo mia
Tan Bonita.
-b.v.r
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
It pains me to write sad poems.
Why?
Because later when i'm happy
I revisit them, I try
With remorse my heart blooms
Sadder than a blue lagoon
As happy as could be
As angry as a boiling kettle
Frothing frivolously
hurt is an understatement for the wound in my back
There's nothing as consuming as the guilt in your heart sack
shame is a game i play quite often while at school
Cause homework is something that revulses
And stings like cosmic drool
Just for a moment i wish i could
Stop feeling all of these
Feelings are a curse wrapped gift
We all must have you see
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
"Hey, thanks for the cat by the way. Thing doesn't want to leave now."
"The poor thing,"
"My nieces even named it."
"I'm not trying to take care of this cat right now."
"Ha, you're kidding. Well now you're stuck with it then."
"The girls gave her a bath, but she still smells."
"Man, just bring it here and let it go. There's all kinds of strays here."
"She ate a little, but she sneezes alot and won't stop shaking."
"Most of them end up finding their way to Galva."
"There's a shelter in Storm Lake, but they're closed til Monday."
"It's like a chemical smell."
**** I don't know. I went in to grab a beer and when I came out he had this cat in his jacket."
"I'm not sure if she'll make it til Monday."
"Hey I'm stuck at work til like 3. Can you go by my place and check on the cat when you get a chance?"
"They've got so many strays that they put out bowls of anti-freeze to deal with them."
"Hey, are you awake?"
"Yeap, just haven't gotten out of bed yet. What's up kid?"
"Your cat. We gave her a bath."
"Aw, that was a nice thing to do Lib. She needed one. Thank you."
"Also, we gave her a name."
"Oh yea? What is it then?"
"Disney."
". . . you're kidding."
"Yea I was researching it earlier. It's a pretty common thing really. An awful way to go."
"I thought about just driving somewhere out of town and letting it go there."
"Well, would you bury it?"
"You know, pulling 'a Dad,' but I just couldn't do it."
"The poor thing."
"What? No way. I'd probably just, I don't know, put it in the trash or something."
"Well, it's a good thing you didn't. At least she's comfortable and not just out there in the cold, dying."
"I guess I'm not cold-hearted enough, or whatever."
"They know she's sick but I think only Libby really understands how bad it is."
"It's a good thing that you're not. Believe me, it's a good thing."
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC