23 days till sister, farewell sweet Virginia

23 days till sister, farewell sweet Virginia

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Did the Internet teach you how to be nice
Cool overalls and girlish boys on bikes

I grab a boy, my bicycle
And take him for a ride past my old house
The windows look so empty now
But tender turned Me into nothing
To me,
Tender is nothing now
Any how,
I really don't know how to love me as a friend
Where do I begin
Down past the bridge and under the tunnel
Spray paint a portrait
Until the cops come
They paint over it quick and thick like mud
One swift kick will shut me up
and I am left only with a black forefinger and thumb
Popping it In between my cheek and my gums
Tasting it
Like a f*****g strung out idiot
Kneeling whispering hallelujah hallelujah
Though I doubt the storm is over yet

Ahh yes, another year has passed.

Sister makes a birthday cake
Two days late
I hate the taste
I step on a needle exactly at midnight
The point presses into my heel
More than halfway
Then out of sight
It doesn't feel nice rushing to my veins
I pull it out with aching sigh
And eyes that are wincing
I always seem to remember the most sexual things at the most inappropriate times!!
It's actually so funny.
To keep a straight face while a stranger views me through the rear view mirror
And in my mind the most vivid scene awakens
being crumby and greasy
Cold and bony
Hang nails and stained teeth
And dark circles under eyes
Up way too late
getting there on time
Delivering the best punch line

They were all:
Sweet hat pulled over ear flaps
So poorly dressed
Yet self obsessed.
So funny isn't it!?
The room full of bitten lips.

It is, it is.
Laughing in your sleep
Little Satirical b***h
Paint a baby picture
It looks so dumb
So damn dumb
And you do too

It's okay. I know I do.
Haha
Sigh sigh
We don't feel so good about it once the laughter dies off.
And I'm awkwardly hugging my arms around my ribcage
Standing in the corner of some stupid torn down party.

Sad eyes don't frown
I know sometimes it sucks
Things fade in the most peculiar way.
Something turns to nothing
And nothing is left to say
Pull up your bootstraps!
You'll be over it fast.
Whiplash candystrip
All those terrible things from your eye lashes!
You are so much sexier than that when you let yourself be.
Dear candy,
Please be kind to you.

Now go have some more lemon cake
it's the only thing you've had all day.
Lick it up
Be good
Dum dum
Don't hate the taste,
You little waste.

© 2016 .


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