Alone - Hello Poetry

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Famished

Pizza gimme I want it now
Hungry mungry like a cow
Wanna eat the crusts ooo
And the box and the plates too
Wanna chew some leather shoes
Slurp the laces like spaghetti
I swallowed up the socks already
Hungry mungry I'll eat the curtains
I'll eat the couch, of that I'm certain
I'll eat the paintings on the wall
I'll wolf them down, frame and all
I'll bite the hat right off your head
I'll eat your ears when you're dead
I'll eat your lips
Your nose
Your throat
I'll eat your fingers off the bone
I'll rip a hole inside your chest
I like to eat the heart the best
I will eat your eyeballs whole
Hungry mungry
I'll eat your soul

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Erosion on the banks of the river of Time

Blossom
With the nuanced energy of remembrance
Shine
With the piercing light of yesterday's sun
Smile
Until the muscles ache with joyous pain,
And strive to never forget
All the memories that
We've created with each other

May time's erosion be kind to us all

Jun 2020

Justin S Wampler

Heights, and the inevitable look down

I started on a high enough rung
To be able to see everything
Caught in the momentum
Focused solely on climbing

One day a loved one fell
Above, her rungs ran dry
And I finally looked down
To meet a million other's eyes

That's when I realized
It wasn't just a climb
It is infinite skies
Of other people lives

So instead of reaching
For the next step above my head
Maybe I should be lending
Those below me a hand instead

Because at the end of the day
None of us make it to the top

Jun 2020

Madeysin

Binding

Something spiritual how a rain coat keeps you warmer than last years winter jacket.

Jun 2020

Madeysin

חגורה

Count the stripes on your back, to equal out what your step dad thinks you lack. To make sure you never bleed out from those masses of granulation tissue. Fine lines to define your worth, girl. To feel the flames lick down your back, to wish for death, to only wake up again.

Isiah 53: 3-7 is *******

Jun 2020

Poetic T

Better To Be Prepared

Even though I wasn't dead,
people prayed silently

at my tomb stone.

#preparded #future #now #death #life #tomb #stone

May 2020

Madeysin

Dull

Hum drum of hookups, silique symphony. A long line of history, bad timing and misery. One night stands and two night bands traveling along my hip bones. If you play me right you just might get an encore.

May 2020

Madeysin

Was it worth it

My servitude to calorie counting. Small bites and bitter ends. Weighed and tried and found guilty of a chocolate demise?

May 2020

Madeysin

And Never Look Back

With every tale of a past adventure, you told me how you’re going to leave me in the future.

May 2020