Submissions by usernames_r_lame
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2017 4:18pm
24th Jul 2017 4:18pm
The Art Student Welcome Mingle
This building smells like the the break between easter and school when I was 10
Sprinklers and car rides
Afternoons at your aunts pool
The smell of chlorine mixed with dog
I hated it there but I loved swimming
Parents are talking in circles sitting at tables wearing polo shirts and blindly staring into table cloths
They're Probably speaking
of uneventful vacations
childrens majors
and the heat
Fake smiles over flowing into the faint air conditioning
While I sip the cold water
waiting for my migrane to dissapate
...
Sprinklers and car rides
Afternoons at your aunts pool
The smell of chlorine mixed with dog
I hated it there but I loved swimming
Parents are talking in circles sitting at tables wearing polo shirts and blindly staring into table cloths
They're Probably speaking
of uneventful vacations
childrens majors
and the heat
Fake smiles over flowing into the faint air conditioning
While I sip the cold water
waiting for my migrane to dissapate
...
602 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2017 4:59am
18th Jul 2017 4:59am
Songs of Freedom; Dreams of Everything Else
Copper illumination of the street lights
Our shadows floating around us like our souls peaking out of our humbled flesh
as if trying to remind us how simple it is to be gone from this
hairy
disrespected
caccoon of a body,
Black heads and eyeliner
Mosquito bites finding new hiding places in the crevices of my being;
One day I might forget this feeling
These streets romantacized with the butterfly affect
But for now we are here
Taking pictures on porch steps we couldn't decide To be inhabited or not
and dancing in...
Our shadows floating around us like our souls peaking out of our humbled flesh
as if trying to remind us how simple it is to be gone from this
hairy
disrespected
caccoon of a body,
Black heads and eyeliner
Mosquito bites finding new hiding places in the crevices of my being;
One day I might forget this feeling
These streets romantacized with the butterfly affect
But for now we are here
Taking pictures on porch steps we couldn't decide To be inhabited or not
and dancing in...
650 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jun 2017 1:29am
17th Jun 2017 1:29am
It's so Lovely
I used to wonder a lot
if music was a material thing
sitting on couch cushions or underneath tables
closing the sliding glass door or humming my rambles,
but I've declared it never could be,
My attraction to my sorrow
too intensified by pleasurably distant sounds of what you used to play in my childhood home
or anything I would play in my room
ripens my soul unfathomably;
old speakers half the size as me
pleasantly paired with a turntable and $1 45's from the antique shop
they ask me how I find these pieces
but I know they...
if music was a material thing
sitting on couch cushions or underneath tables
closing the sliding glass door or humming my rambles,
but I've declared it never could be,
My attraction to my sorrow
too intensified by pleasurably distant sounds of what you used to play in my childhood home
or anything I would play in my room
ripens my soul unfathomably;
old speakers half the size as me
pleasantly paired with a turntable and $1 45's from the antique shop
they ask me how I find these pieces
but I know they...
527 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jun 2017 6:02am
15th Jun 2017 6:02am
Tuesday
I was in the town I grew up in
She ran to catch fire flies while I stared at the street lights
Concrete feels more grainy than I remember
Wondering whats going on with the weather
We cruised down the street on our boards like loose feathers
It was 10 or 11,or a time I can't remember
I felt like the cover of an ep of an emerging punk band
Street lights and blurry moons
Untied laces and sweaty hands
But I've got so many library books I've got to take back?
And I wonder what will happen if I don't, will they keep track
I used to...
She ran to catch fire flies while I stared at the street lights
Concrete feels more grainy than I remember
Wondering whats going on with the weather
We cruised down the street on our boards like loose feathers
It was 10 or 11,or a time I can't remember
I felt like the cover of an ep of an emerging punk band
Street lights and blurry moons
Untied laces and sweaty hands
But I've got so many library books I've got to take back?
And I wonder what will happen if I don't, will they keep track
I used to...
478 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2017 9:03pm
10th Jun 2017 9:03pm
Ode to The Casual Times that Have Shaped Me
Porch steps are for whisper down the lane
And chalk masterpieces
That will never make it to museums,
Scrapped knees
And rosy cheeks
Losing your other shoe even though you don't remember just wearing your socks;
I can't simply count all the porch steps I've sat on
Soaking in all the bee stings you've gotten
All the times we've forgotten
Throwing up vanilla ice cream and not eating it for a year afterwords
Catching fireflies and
Running home before dark;
Sometimes
in between all the
Late night text messages and...
And chalk masterpieces
That will never make it to museums,
Scrapped knees
And rosy cheeks
Losing your other shoe even though you don't remember just wearing your socks;
I can't simply count all the porch steps I've sat on
Soaking in all the bee stings you've gotten
All the times we've forgotten
Throwing up vanilla ice cream and not eating it for a year afterwords
Catching fireflies and
Running home before dark;
Sometimes
in between all the
Late night text messages and...
484 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jun 2017 3:54am
9th Jun 2017 3:54am
Expectations
Expectations
are major creations of disappointments
shopping bags with holes in them
fill the baby pool with hose water and pretend it's not filling up with visibly dead insects and possible piss
expectations are minor doctors appointments
I thought would solve these symptoms
they never do
and my mother will continue to be right always at the worst of times;
expectations tighten electrical sockets of loneliness
ignite a fire in the house
threw the extinguisher on the couch
but that's already engulfed in the father flame; ...
are major creations of disappointments
shopping bags with holes in them
fill the baby pool with hose water and pretend it's not filling up with visibly dead insects and possible piss
expectations are minor doctors appointments
I thought would solve these symptoms
they never do
and my mother will continue to be right always at the worst of times;
expectations tighten electrical sockets of loneliness
ignite a fire in the house
threw the extinguisher on the couch
but that's already engulfed in the father flame; ...
609 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2017 2:29am
8th Jun 2017 2:29am
Sleep
So it seems the only time poetry is kind to me is when I'm honest about my feelings
I should have realized this motive in between my cold bearings
but it's so hard to grip truth when it's raining so hard and the railing isn't right for this weather
yes can that be my metaphorical excuse for being a liar?
The only time I seem to write mediocre but exceedingly better poetry comparably to the rest of my poetry is when I'm uncontrollably depressed
but I can't bring myself to write anything until I'm so strung with thoughts of you I Can't do anything but lay in bed ...
I should have realized this motive in between my cold bearings
but it's so hard to grip truth when it's raining so hard and the railing isn't right for this weather
yes can that be my metaphorical excuse for being a liar?
The only time I seem to write mediocre but exceedingly better poetry comparably to the rest of my poetry is when I'm uncontrollably depressed
but I can't bring myself to write anything until I'm so strung with thoughts of you I Can't do anything but lay in bed ...
670 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2017 2:04am
8th Jun 2017 2:04am
Empty Glasses and Nostalgia Soaked Dreams
Who ever thought I would look back on winter fondly?
crop tops and leggings
and trying to find new friends
and new boys to pine over
I started wearing the choker after
magnolia
I remember the cold
and refusing to wear a jacket
we saw pizza in the tree next door
and pretentious post-teens experimenting with fishnets
the bathroom door was broken
and I held it shut
while my friend disappeared while I waited
this was your chance to awkwardly find me, glare into my eyes like I could tell you something you'd been longing...
crop tops and leggings
and trying to find new friends
and new boys to pine over
I started wearing the choker after
magnolia
I remember the cold
and refusing to wear a jacket
we saw pizza in the tree next door
and pretentious post-teens experimenting with fishnets
the bathroom door was broken
and I held it shut
while my friend disappeared while I waited
this was your chance to awkwardly find me, glare into my eyes like I could tell you something you'd been longing...
769 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2017 3:35am
9th May 2017 3:35am
If I Would Just Delete Social Media
I've become so immersed in what you could be thinking of me
even if bad at least you would be thinking of me
I've never understood obsession until now
and I've never been so disgusted with myself
your twitter will be the death of me
if I let it be
why do I let you affect me
so easily
I've relinquished my freedom to your unjustifiable sad boy physique
full of long self loathing critique's
hypocritical tweets
on love
don't we all just want someone to understand
why can't I let you escape my head
or at least stop trying to...
even if bad at least you would be thinking of me
I've never understood obsession until now
and I've never been so disgusted with myself
your twitter will be the death of me
if I let it be
why do I let you affect me
so easily
I've relinquished my freedom to your unjustifiable sad boy physique
full of long self loathing critique's
hypocritical tweets
on love
don't we all just want someone to understand
why can't I let you escape my head
or at least stop trying to...
633 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2017 3:34am
9th May 2017 3:34am
I Hate this Feeling
Do I jinx my chances of us when I think of you
when I dream of you, so realistically?
why did I try so hard this time
as if that would make it any better
push and pull of the waves
push and pull of our hearts so close to nothing and something
at the same time
the cards told me to move on
and so did you when you wouldn't look me in the eyes
but I feel so uncontrollably vulnerable right now
about to pop
ruin every secret I ever kept from anyone
just because of a boy
who requested "dancing queen" 5 times for me
on a cold...
when I dream of you, so realistically?
why did I try so hard this time
as if that would make it any better
push and pull of the waves
push and pull of our hearts so close to nothing and something
at the same time
the cards told me to move on
and so did you when you wouldn't look me in the eyes
but I feel so uncontrollably vulnerable right now
about to pop
ruin every secret I ever kept from anyone
just because of a boy
who requested "dancing queen" 5 times for me
on a cold...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2017 3:14am
4th May 2017 3:14am
I'm Tired of Containment
biting into blaring fire alarms
I used to hear in the middle of the night
silence is over rated when you can find quiet in loud
you keep speaking about a family vacation
and I keep drowning you out
in thoughts of far away places and depression
but you haven't seemed to notice and I'd rather not interrupt your enthusiasm.
So what is it about being so self righteous we create our own truths and feel like soft rain or something beautiful when we realize it
when I realize it
I don't want to be a hypocrite but it's so hard to shield yourself...
I used to hear in the middle of the night
silence is over rated when you can find quiet in loud
you keep speaking about a family vacation
and I keep drowning you out
in thoughts of far away places and depression
but you haven't seemed to notice and I'd rather not interrupt your enthusiasm.
So what is it about being so self righteous we create our own truths and feel like soft rain or something beautiful when we realize it
when I realize it
I don't want to be a hypocrite but it's so hard to shield yourself...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2017 00:41am
27th Mar 2017 00:41am
Let's Learn From Eachother
I don't know what was worse:
You singing a song to me so delicately about someone I think you still love or
Wondering if you could ever love me;
Both seem equally scary as I lay here imagining your scent;
I almost crashed the car twice,
And we parked by the train station,
So we could makeout and feel a little less lonely.
I was scared you were gonna try to fuck me
Because I knew I wouldn't know how to say no and you probably wouldn't mean it;
you sucked the life out of my neck instead,
As I watched the windows fog up in the late night...
You singing a song to me so delicately about someone I think you still love or
Wondering if you could ever love me;
Both seem equally scary as I lay here imagining your scent;
I almost crashed the car twice,
And we parked by the train station,
So we could makeout and feel a little less lonely.
I was scared you were gonna try to fuck me
Because I knew I wouldn't know how to say no and you probably wouldn't mean it;
you sucked the life out of my neck instead,
As I watched the windows fog up in the late night...
641 reads
2 Comments
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