"yoohoo" poems
words.
i just
love
them.
big ones,
little ones.
just love them
they are like
honey on my lips,
poprockz candy to my
brain.
they crackle and fizz:
igniting,
exciting,
vibrating,
reawakening...
synapses too quiescent;
jiggling,
wiggling,
slapping,
trappin,
thoughts....
caught snoozin and napping;
flip flopping
flim flam-ing
photograph
framing...
opinion only halfway dressed;
jitterbuggin,
jiving,
striving
sometimes conniving....
fighting for a voice;
half formed,
brainstormed,
uninformed,
spoken on a baited breathe,
giggle, gaggle,
gobbledegook...
given egress;
hornswoggle,
bing bang boggle,
lolloping through....
galumping,
triumphing,
tree stumping....
both
me
and
yoohoo
too!!!
zip
it,
zinger
coming
on
thru.
my
mind
a
veritable
word
zoo
where i
graze
and nibble
and
nab
a
theasuarus
or
2
.....
words.
i just
love
them.
.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
My words come out all slurred, blurred, and censored. My heart has a faulty bad juju sensor. My nerves are practicing voodoo, got me all wrapped up in hoodoo. Always asking 'how do you do?' As if you'd ask me too. My world is red, my world is blue. My vision is all kinds of skewed. Skewer me, skewer you. Skewered life 'cause it leaves us ******* Who needs to hear another boohoo? I'll kiss my own **** boo boos. Satan's calling me like 'yoohoo' I'll ignore him like you do me, all passionless and angry. I'm a dead fish in a dead sea just practicing my moaning, for when I'm see-through and lonely. Haunting the world as it's revolving, and it's kind of revolting- knowing life goes on, as you're decomposing. I'm shedding, I'm molting; these feelings of chicken skin and insects. It was really salmonella and pests, and I guess, what the point I'm really trying to get to is nothing, oh and **** you.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
What does it feel like?
My little sister asked
Fourteen
Beautiful
The innocent smile
Of a still naive child
Who’s never felt anything more
Than sweaty palms
In a big echoing gym
Forced to dance with an
Awkward eighth grade boy
For phys ed credit
And embarassment
What does love feel like?
Love is the awkward silences
The first time you hang out
And neither of you knowing what to say
Love is being best friends
Love is racing down back roads at night
Windows down
Music blaring
Slamming on the horn
And flashing headlights
And raising hell
Love is pulling an all nighter
To spend one last night together
Even though you have to work
At 5 am
Love is drinking Yoohoo together
Love is sending stupid videos
And care packages
Because his laughter
Is your favorite song
Love is his huge smile
He only shows you
After you tell one of your jokes
That no one else
Thinks are funny
Love is hugs
And smiles
And texts
And sniped photos
And late night phone calls
And life advice
Love is the tears
And the trust
And not wanting to be
With anyone else
Love is being impatient
Wanting to see him again
Before he even leaves
And love is knowing
Every time you’re staring at brake lights
That you’re too perfect to pass up
Probably
So I turn to my sister
Nineteen
Pretty
The watery smile
Of someone too young
To have been through so much
Who’s never known anything
Close to the perfection I seek
Only liars and cheaters
Who’ve left me broken
And empty
And I tell her
Love is
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
yoohoo
rich in calcium
mom's love it
and i can't get enough of it
yoohoo
how you make me smile when i feel sad
never fail to make me glad
thank you yoohoo.
kinda how i feel about you too
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
I.
on december thirty first
two thousand and fifteen
at nine thirty two in the morning
I stopped breathing
the devil dug his cold claws
through the tender skin
of my abdomen and he wrenched
he looked me in the eyes
and he smiled
and I died
at least I wished I had
so many nights
your name floated through my mind
and I couldn’t find why
but on new years eve
two thousand fifteen
everything suddenly
made sense to me
*call connor
if only to say goodbye
tell the boy you’re thankful for his time*
II.
we talked about you
for all of january
about your smile and your pictures
and I was fifteen again
fifteen and sitting across
a big green table
drinking a yoohoo
and looking at you
and wondering if your lips
were as soft as your hands
and if I’d ever get to know
yours like the back of mine
i’m nineteen again
nineteen and standing across
a room full of people
holding myself together
and looking at you
and wondering if
after all of this
your hands were still
as soft as I remembered
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC