It was located exactly half-way between our schools, a hundred and seventy-three miles from Rochester Institute of Technology and a hundred and seventy-three miles from Villanova University. I didn’t mind driving the whole way to Philadelphia, but she insisted to meet half-way as we did acquiescently with most aspects of our relationship. We arrived within two minutes of each other, which was excellent timing I must say. I knew that she drove fifteen miles per hour above the speed limit just to beat me there, because I drove twelve miles above and she left her place ten minutes after I left mine. There was no doubt that there was an instance where road rage percolated through her veins during the traffic getting out of Philly. She was inexplicably sexy when she was angry, even if she was upset about something she shouldn’t have been.
The words you wove
extracting,
engulfing
my cerebrospinal fluid.
an emptiness
superiorly crept
to my mind,
once was lucid,
now, just stutters,
I learned
I’m literally
at a loss for words
when I uttered
only silences, I heard
the vacuum
of nothingness you
exhaled into me
telepathically.
The suction
drained the syllables
my brain pines
to soliloquize
and recite.
I could not fight
involuntary tendencies
when you drain my body
unyieldingly,
and so callously.
Your poetry sucked
the fucking life out of me.
therealvagabondking replied to your post: therealvagabondking replied to your post: One of…
i’ve ate a lot of pork product the last two days. might wanna hold off on that then.
Humans only have one orifice??
therealvagabondking replied to your post: One of my biggest pet peeves is when people misuse “lie” and “lay” and their past tense forms “lay” and “laid.”
so sue me!!!! :)
Oh I will sue you, Dennis. I will sue you hard.
pidginology replied to your post: One of my biggest pet peeves is when people misuse “lie” and “lay” and their past tense forms “lay” and “laid.”
and lied!
yes true… Whoever thought it was a good idea to have lie mean “being dishonest” and mean “being in a horizontal position” was an idiot.
| — | Dallas Green (City and Colour) |
a June day she was with me,
lips smirked a teasing notion,
one where she thought my world was hers,
and it was, ever since that night
she lured me in, hooked my mouth
exfoliated my defenses.
I rummaged deep within her,
bodies prone and together
underneath high voltage power lines,
static buzzing excesses of energy
as we consummately devoured one another,
an electric evening with slim strings
running currents along spines,
mind-retrieval and delivery
of missives like missiles of mirth
launched by limb-manipulation
and overstimulation.
summating bone structures
enkindled and jaded,
perishing in a delight,
in which I realized
that she’s not like the rest,
but a heaven-sent paramount
putting abstention to the test.
I fell as I failed agonizingly
for I was butter
on a frying pan over fire
in her vicinity.
Song of the week…
City and Colour - Casey’s Song
I’m seeing Dallas Green tomorrow for my third time.
It’s true…
I’m shallow as fuck.
Within twenty minutes
of a conversation
with a potential friend
and maybe future lover,
I will know
if I’d jump her bones.
There are many tells
that I probe.
I long
to communicate
with a woman
as if we were dancing
without awkward missteps,
knowing exactly
what our next move is
and when to do it,
no matter how clever
or stupid it is.
I got
a 680
in Critical Reading
of the SAT’s.
It’s not a coincidence
that all three girlfriends
scored higher than I did.
Like I said…
I’m shallow as fuck.
and you are the only
one who will ever know
what i mean to say
when i simply smile
and laugh
This is the first poem somebody has written FOR me on Tumblr!!! I’m overwhelmed with exhilaration.
messagestothemoon replied to your post: I find it weird that I like to write about other people’s poems more than writing poetry myself. Maybe, because I don’t think I’m good at it, and read so many poets that are better than me.
I think it’s weird because when you do write, they’re always brilliant.
hahaha…. sanam… thanks… for making my day. I know you’ve probably heard this like a thousand times… but it means so much when it comes from somebody as talented and ridiculously good at writing as you… especially if she’s a 16 year old. Don’t ever quit.
