I broke my nail
I walked into a firepit
I ate cheetos to make me feel better, they were stale
I received an award
superlative silliest, while cryign
cryign, cryign, cryign,
you should be able to use emojis for your password.
I’ve betrayed the great poet gods.
Do you understand me?
No? ok, fair enough.
my bra fell off on stage
Why is no one named Chet anymore
my belly says I need to poop brb
I heard it too
It grumbles and groans, the poop demanding to be released
Finally it is unleashed into the porcelain bowl in a furious hell-fire
Demolishing all things aesthetic in its wake
The carnage and aftermath cannot be erased from our memories
With a single 1-liter flush
It was mean.
It reminds me not to have two coffees in one day.
but screw you stupid small intestine!
Source of indigestion,
My problem no longer clandestine.
How many words rhyme with intestine?
How many words rhyme with Nataliya?
my fingers are funny
There are ten of them, but are the thumbs really fingers?
And what about toes?
they are little bubbles
ooh shiny bubbles
big shiny bubbles?
blow out the candles
What did you wish for?
A pony? a fudgesicle?
A smile? More wishes?
A fridge filled with fudgesicles?
A rainbow? a big pony? a miniature pony? A pony that doesn’t scare small children?
We sound like we’re on acid
trip trip trippity trip trip
jk we’re sober
we’re just a little bit drunk on you
and high on summertime
I wish for a puppy.
and One time, Christian bought me a bracelet
I wore it as an anklet, from Guatemala, his home country
jk, that’s where his grandma’s sugar farm is
boy do I lOve sugar
Anyway, I wished for a boyfriend
I got one
the branklet is no longer with us
But he still is
oh, and Christian too.
and I’m tripsy enough to fall into a fire pit.
But I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen
This morning I woke up too early and went back to sleep for another hour or two
Had a really trippy dream
but it was a fun dream
You were there and it was at some sort of hotel/summer camp
Everyone was there
You, Connor, Nataliya, Paige
We partied and had fun
then I hooked up with Brady
after riding a pony
I guess that’s why I’m thinking about ponies today
I used to subscribe to Pony magazine
Is this even still a poem?
or am I just ranting?
Okay here have the laptop back
Brady did get hot though
to quote you
more than them have said that
feet are weird
I am too honest
So give me that honesty-
thumbs up or thumbs down to Brady
(not right now of course but perhaps later in the summer)
“Oh I see”
Okay I’ll shut up about that
PO E TRY
I AM A MOTHERFUCKING POET
jk not really
I just like to mess around with words
and Edwin Arlington Robinson
Is Edwin hot? cuz if you are messing with him, I need to approve
It won't let me paste a picture but here:
He's a poet
Love Runs Out
that’s a lie
love never runs out
maybe it’s just transferred
maybe it just expands
like a bubble
never to pop though
so I guess not a bubble
who loves love who loves love
no, I’ll stay behind
I cant feel my feet
I don’t think it’s normal
to have your feet fall asleep while running
since When am I normal
since When do I acknowledge pain