Parkside poems on Hello Poetry

Kimmy-Nichole Jul 2011

so this just in.
last night, after a grueling  day of nanny-ing, I went to  the davis consignment store and broused around   finding some numerous  cute tops and shorts as well as purchasing 2 new books to add to my reading collection ( i just finished the time travelers wife.)
so than  around 4pm  I  was heading to B st  where I   was meeting with my future roomate, who by the was amazingly nice and pretty and has a boyfriend and turns 21 in september. Im so excited to leave parkside apts - living in north davis is such a drag. Central Davis here I come  ( Ill be living   5 minutes to  UC davis, an amazing arbotreum, pools, the davis Arc and frat  row and party city. This is going to be the best thing  that has happened to me.)
So after that  I went back to my  apt  and as giddly as ever, called my mom to  tell her my amazing roomate  news.   ( mY moms finally really proud of me. I am working 2 full time jobs as a nanny  from 8:30 am  to 2:30 pm than my night nanny job  4:30 pm to 5:30 am except on wed thur fridays.)
so it being my night off, i   figured why not go out.  so my apartment neighbor whom i met at the gym friend jesse who is 29, studied as a foreign exchange student in finland for a year, gotten a dui, is a davis townie, went to a  college called will-am-eit  and was in a fraternity out there. he is fun to go out with and bar hop in downtown with; the last time i was  out with jesse, i went to a bar called sophias than later on met up with my ex crush who is this charming dbag from winters named chad and got fun drunk. Well in aims for that spirit again we started off  by drinking and laughing at my apt . we decided to go lay out by the hot tub  and drank beer  being sillly kids. we decided to hit up downtown davis for this bar called the grad. It was beach themed  country line dancing night. Yeah , being alone because  your friend is off showing off his line dancing with precision kinda moves and meeting line dancing babes in bikinis ...awkward for sure. so amungst bying my own 2 beers which were hand picked by my big  and sure of himself bartender, which eventually  led to my  very  interesting night of drunken madness. It kicked off on as previously mentioned on the way to the grad which lead to me leaving with this older woman in a cab to another bar that was supposed to be more enertaining.  I ended up forgetting my id at the grad, my phone was dead and to top it all off  i didnt know anyone s number at the top of my head.  i decided to take matters in to my own feet and chose to hoof it back to my apt on f street. god, what a long and stupering night that was.  when i finally made it, out of exhaustion and drunkness , i  collided onto my neighbors couch still in    last nights outfit. karla  woke me up at 7 :30 and i showered  feeling super ****** and groggy , i couldnt eat or drink. I had work at 8:30. not feeling so hot, i was slowly getting through the day. the kids and i all layed on and under blankets and stuffed animals, and i told stories. it was really cute and relaxing. i love those kids.prior to that i threw up. after that it was time to drop off timothy at therapy, than abigail and abraham at speech therapy. I threw up in the bathroom, and on the sideof the minivan in front of ruth and timothy. ugh.
so  than after i talked to my neighbor  slash ex boyfriend patrick about getting in connection with a a herb that helps me feel better by increasing my appittie and helping me sleep. he provided wth that special  herb. while sitting and smoking, i felt the spark that we used to have. i confessed to sleeping with a guy i met in newport two weeks ago on the fourth of july when i went back home. patrick told me he has hooked up with this slutty townie girl, and i wish them both std free happyness.

here i am typing away , getting sleepier and sleepier. Tonight will be a  early night indeed. i love my new spirit and i love who i am. i love where i am going. i will not exceed more alcohol than my tiny light weight body can handle.. Well it feels good to write. i know i must get back on that writing more often. until next time,
-Kimmy

Finley in Despair Feb 2021

Too Good at Scaring Neighbours

I wanted to write a poem
about the incessant discomfort
I always feel in my left eye
whenever my contact lenses
become old and dry
I thought about how it tickles
but scratches at the same time
and starts off alright
just a minor annoyance
but quickly, overtime
becomes almost unbearable
like my pre-school bully himself
is folding down one of my eyelashes
just enough for it to poke me
at the slightest movement
then I thought about how
I'd sooner write a poem about my life
and how it started out equally alright
and quickly, overtime became almost unbearable
as if my pre-school bully didn't do it right

so I found him in his adult life many years later
wife, two kids and a mortgage
yappy staffy-cross, two cars
and an alright job as a graphic designer
his garden full of gorgeous flowerbeds,
a full head of hair and a fading right hook
"MAKE ME FEEL **** LIKE YOU DID THEN."
a puzzled look on his face,
garden hose flooding his drive and the yappy
staffy-cross still yapping away
at the living room window
"I'M DEAD SERIOUS ANDREW,
NOTHING HURTS LIKE IT USED TO."
so he called the police
and I never got to feel young again
unless you count scurrying away from
a council estate under the threat of
a poor meal at Parkside police station
the rekindling of my youth

so this is my infomercial poem
about how not to confront someone
always be fully clothed
that's very important
avoid being drunk
any mind altering substance
is best avoided in my opinion
remember just because you care
just because you remember
does not mean anyone else does
oh and
don't eyeball craft beer when
you still have your contacts in
you know what?
-just don't eyeball craft beer

#confrontation #party #contact #forgot #dog #life #***** #drunk #bully #poetry

Sarah M Weier Sep 17

Cricket's Parkside Lullaby

Their dedication to the setting sun
A harmonious serenade to the day's end.
Accompanied by the pond frog's bellow
What a lovely orchestra.

#sunset #nature

Travis Lue Alston May 2014

Remember

Remember This Night
Likewise Parkside paradise

Remember that Night
We Stayed Up And Flick **** and Cuddle All Night

Remember When We Watched
The Stars Until Twelve
For Ten Straight Nights
Your Eyes hypnotize Me
Fantasize Me Bless Me
You Had Full Control
Baby
Remember That Night
Everything About You Was Fine
Cause love Is Bright
So Bless Life

Jester Jun 2018

Jack & Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill to pop a pack of pills,
Jack went laughing boy and Jill came down after,
Party boy and Party girl drinking the kool-aid.

******* Jill was what she was known as while Jack was Jillin around,these two made a mess and both came down after the other.

They got so high that they came, went and came again.

Jack and Jill went up the hill to pop a pack of pills and ended up blowing their load all over town, left their samples in parkside restrooms, brain sugar and high cavity.

Jack and Jill ****** off in the alley way behind the racist pharmacist, they made a right mess.

Jack got jacked and Jill got off, the come down burns.

raindrops on roses Jul 2017

my response

You’re right it shouldn’t have happened
Especially not that way
Even though I’m not sure what way “that way” was
I feel terrible
My gut wrenches with pain just thinking about it
It hurts the most when I think of my decisions in this
I was a horrible friend, a horrible person and for that I am truly sorry
I still write out texts to you, but I never send them
Probably because I’m scared
Of what? I’m not sure.

I don’t know why but I didn’t realize that we went really friends anymore until it had been two months since I’d just walked into your kitchen
It didn’t hit me til I had to scroll down in my texts to find your name
There wasn’t really a conversation or even a conscience decision that caused this
It all just happened and suddenly it was April and I hadn’t seen you since January.

When grandpa went back to the hospital after the heart attack he asked about you
Erin asks about you sometimes too
It’s funny because whenever we talk about college she runs in to tell us that she’s going to Parkside just like you
My parents asked why we don’t hang out anymore
I didn’t have an answer to give them
Or at least a good answer to give them.

No matter what, I read your poem
Thought you should know that I do miss you
I miss being able to trust someone with everything, even though I lied a lot at the end there
I miss things I never thought I would like laying on your basement bedroom floor
Or sitting in your backyard playing songs on that old acoustic guitar
Memories of driving through the industrial park with all the windows down blasting some pop punk anthem we both screamed at the top of our lungs
(“He doesn’t look a think like Jesus...”)
I miss automatically calling you whenever I needed to talk so someone or even just to hear your voice
I miss all of it
And I feel like a **** for letting it just end, “like this.”

I did end up calling you today and just hearing that 3 year old voicemail message with your voice had me in tears
They say that someone’s voice is the first thing you forget
Maybe that’s why it broke me
I spent every ring of the phone secretly hoping you’d pick up but also hoping you wouldn’t because I know you feel this pain too
You don’t have to call me back
I’m betting you’ve moved on from my broken, insecure, and slightly dependent personality and found someone new or gone to someone old to confide in
I do hope that you have someone else that you’ve been talking too
Either way this is me reaching out
It’s fine if you’ve moved on from me or you’re mad at me and never want to hear my voice or see me again
I’ll completely understand and take your silence as my answer
But if you miss me too or there is just a sliver of anything still there then we should have dinner
I’ve still got eleven dollars on that Olive Garden gift card your parents got me for Christmas.

I never did like endings
You know about me tearing out the last pages of books before I read them because if you don’t read the last page the story never truly ends
This could be our last page and I’ve no idea how to end it
So I’ll just leave it with this:

One day I’m going to be telling my kids about high school and letting them look through my yearbooks and they’re gonna ask me who I’m with in those newspaper photos and I hope I’ll have more to say than “a friend I once had.”

Sorry for all the use of I, you know I always tend to overuse it.

Nathaniel Brenner Sep 2014

The Park

My thoughts are grim and dark,
Of that terrored night in the park.
I can't help but cringe as I,
Remember the night I tried to die.

At the lowest of my power,
That the night of my darkest hour.
I momentarily escaped my soul,
Abandoned myself, lost control.

An hour spent at dead sprint,
The clouds finally catching the hint.
Thunderous drops beating the path,
Synced in tune to my crimson wrath.

The lightning seemed to illuminate,
All of my branching, shadowy hate.
Fury seething in blue-eyed shrouds,
Matched the roiling, blackened clouds.

I felt the burning in my legs prevail,
Collapsing off the lakeside trail.
Headlong into a chilly black,
A liquid greed began it's attack.

Sodden clothes pulling down,
Soaked jacket just begging to drown.
A thousand bubbles struggle to rise,
Mind considering this odd demise.

To never feel her pain again,
To abandon the temptation of sin,
To leave this wretched world behind,
To finally meet others of my kind.

These thoughts flashing in my brain,
Convincing to never breath again.
So beautiful was the lightning above,
A more perfect grave I could think not of.

With peaceful mind and closed eye,
My angel watched the old me die.
He stood there looking down with love,
Praying for intercession from above.

Hitting bottom, something changed.
Tortured soul no longer deranged.
I remembered the beauty in her face,
That I came from a happy place.

The lightning above now inspiration,
To abandon this weak, watery temptation.
Through twelve feet I struggled to rise,
The angel answering my new cries.

An eternity spent without breath,
Blacking out on the verge of death,
Finally floundering to the blessed air,
Limbs trembling, but without despair.

I somehow pulled myself up to the path,
That two minutes ago felt my wrath.
Now felt nothing but loathing disgust,
Having broken my own sacred trust.

Struggling on to hard park bench,
The storm could do no more to drench,
No fury was left in a single bone,
I was finally ready to atone.

I could never again lose control,
Never let anger blind my soul.
No more to fight, time to remake,
Reborn within a parkside lake.

Returning soaked at four in the morning,
My parents gave a concerned warning,
The hazards of being out in a storm.
Then brought some coffee to keep me warm.

Mario William Vitale Oct 2018

Parkside High

beauty in the prom king let it ring
shadows break through on the distant morn
curse the day you were actually born
it helps in life to wait your turn

the wheel is summond on Parkside High
the dry fly on the eye converse the flame
not having her in my arms is driving me insane
I search for barriers the blaze the evening top

everyone wants to be a cop
can't even cope when you have a fight with the soap on the rope
the forces that be
neglect such a terrific emergency

plug the temple beneath the frozen sod
minus the hell you served full reign in a mood
sharpen each barrier from a time explode

dania Feb 2016

definitive standings and parkside stories

in the parkside
where they told me
that intent was my redeeming feature

i am relentless breathing counting
the stories and the heights
the stick shift switch gears and the
reprise of sounds that i didn't even know i'd hear before
but in the city, i know
that i know.

in the town again (where i'm standing),
they tell me.
(and i wish they wouldn't)
they tell me that purpose is my redeeming feature.

in the city, you'll meet some of the most processed people.
people who want you to get your head out of the clouds
because it's in the way of a skyscraper construction.
dreams aren't welcome in the capital, unless it's to make capital
and i'm not sure if projecting my imagination on everything is making me
feel rich or poor.

i'm really getting sick of being told to be more down to earth by all these city types, they're all walking on concrete. concrete isn't earth, but i guess it must be nice to never get mud on your shoes.

for a little while
i am happy to just wonder about that.

Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020

Somewhere in a fairy tale

I said, Where you goin' to
My lady blue
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain
She just looked out the window
She said, 16 Parkside Lane

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror
Then she glanced at the license for my name
A smile seemed to come to her slowly
It was a sad smile, just the same

Then she said, How are you, Harry?
I said, How are you, Sue?
Through the too many miles
And the too little smiles
I stiiiiiiilllll remember you

It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of a Dodge
The lesson hadn't gone too far

- Harry Chapin
"Taxi"

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