pumpypoetry

poems I wrote as well as ones I like. words are our most powerful weapon

[pumpypoetry]

I'm a joke to you

The spirits in your head whisper jokes to you upon learning my name

The grass must have tickled in your lungs that night on your porch

Maybe one day you'll let me in on the joke

Because your laugh was indescribable

But it must have gone over my head

Your whole body shook with it when you swore you loved me

Maybe that was the joke

Because you had to choke it back

While I sat in a white sterile room

I hope you enjoyed the show

While I laid on the bathroom floor

But don't worry about me

Because I'll be sure to get the last laugh

As the bullet leaves my gun

[pumpypoetry]

The night i met you i bearly remember More alcohol than blood ran in my veins I took a walk in a field Away from the fire and the laughter of strangers i had no idea would become friends I sat on cold wet stiff grass I watched the stars swirl above me I wonder if van Gogh was drunk when he painted stary night When i finally made my way back to the fire a new game had started A card game meant to make us all too dizzy to think A boy with long hair and gentle eyes taught me to play He seemed to have more sence than the reat of us While we took 11 drinks in a row he settle arguments and kept people focused I repected him, i wanted to be like him I used to be like him Before beartbreak and stress and a need to be accepted lead me to this fire On my 12th beer sitting next to a boy who openly bragged how he would fuck me tonight I suddenly felt very out of place here among people who dont even know my name yet know intimate details about me that my closest friends dont The boy didnt seem to fit in either These were his friends sure But he wasnt like them His eyes I couldnt stop looking at them More expressive than most faces I wanted to know more about him So i came back again and smoked weed i didnt like Again and drank whiskey that made me sick And again to drink and play a board game i didnt understand He was patient with me, told me i was smart, that i would have no trouble keeping up. I see him drunk for the first time at his house An entire bottle of orange liquor to himself We sat at a small broken table while the bragging boy screamed to music that was too loud We talked about real things. We talked about murder, morality, mental disorders We talked for longer than we ever had And when he got up to throw up i went to bed next to the bragging boy on his couch I told the bragging boy i didnt want to see him again He told me he never cared But thats ok because niether did i He filled a hole in my life conveniently Now i didnt need that Weeks went by before i got the nerve up to speak to the brown eyed boy again When i sent the text my hands shook so badly i could bearly type What if he thinks im weird or a slut What if he only said he liked me to be polite When he answered i thought i might actually throw up. We talked for hours and when his best friend invited me to hike with them i had to say yes We walked at the back Being deliberately slow in my progression to see if hes hang back with me. A gentleman, he held branches aside and helped steady me when i stumbled But never anything more. The next day i told him i loved him Im insane Absolutely insane The words flew out of my mouth without much thought But three days later he said it back

[pumpypoetry]

Maybe this universe isnt big enough for us For we create one all our own We may not have been there when time began ticking We did not place the stars in the sky We can do it over every time our hands touch Our universe may be small but it is only ours

[pumpypoetry]

Maybe this universe isnt big enough for us For we create one all our own We may not have been there when time began ticking We did not place the stars in the sky We can do it over every time our hands touch Our universe may be small but it is only ours

[mysti6]

Does a drunk mouth speak words from a sober mind Or is it simply better at getting what it wants The “i love you"s and "forever"s are they trapped inside the steal bars of your brain? Do spirits of fermented fruit release them Take the weight away to make them easier to say Or do you say it freely just to see cover fall to the floor and feel a warm touch for another night

[pumpypoetry]

Maybe bonds of time hold us Maybe clock hands stitched our hearts together History is all we seem to have left

[pumpypoetry]

Maybe your smell is just the laundry soap your mother uses But that makes it no less intoxicating to an addict like me Maybe your kiss is not the key to the locked doors of a secret world behind your eyes But that makes your lips no less soft Maybe out soulsdo not intertwine with the stars to dance every night But yours is no less beautiful to me Perhaps our love was not written into the binds of the universe as it was stitched But it is no less profound Maybe when our heart cry out to each other it is not the cosmos speaking legends of "ment to be" Maybe we were never etched into anything emortal from the start But when your hand touches mine I think its possible Maybe soul mates is a stretch But I can spend an eternity and a day discovering the truth

[pumpypoetry]

All this beautful artwork around me But the way the sun hit your eyes while you sing softly with the radio Is more beautiful than any thing a brush can lay on canvase Golden galexies with stars of black suspended by fluttering eye lashes Reflecting lightt like the most exquisite sun catcher

[sixpenceee]

The Milky Way over Yellowstone National Park (Source)

[pumpypoetry]

What a bitter sweet melody to be told you still love me Selfishly i want to return the favor Tell you all the things i miss from our life together Recall how your eyes glistened in new york standing on top of the world Reminis in memories of how your lips felt firmly pressed to mine in a blistering hot car Revel in thoughts of the passion in your voice whispering comentary on a play that will forever be my favorite I want to say these things not because theyre true Tho they are The threaten to over flow from my sealed lips because i am desperate to cling to a past life You represent a time and place Not a love or memory You are innocence to me You are a naivete i long to get back And when the winds of time ripped you from my grasp i was left cold again Yes that girl with red hair and wide smile still loves you But she is dead

[pumpypoetry]

Winter

Maybe im not cut out for the east coast life Winter brings me to my knees I die with leaves on the trees Falling every autumn To be violently reborn in spring Summer is the only time im alive Surviving on memories of past years Heat bitter sweet when it hits my skin Reminders of past lives Every new life comes with new love, new adventure But the joy comes with the biting after shock that all is temporary Soon the cold snap in the air will become a chilling wind that will steal my lovely summer away. Dropping me back into the cold dark basement of winter There is nothing for me here Only echos of past summers resonating in my ears for 8 months of a year. This is why i do not write happpy winter poems like you say i should

[lovelustquotes]

[pumpypoetry]

You can not make homes out of human beings They are not a place to climb inside and hide in They are not a thing to be bought and sold They are not four walls that can be decorated to fit your idea of comfort Humans are simply human Until you meet one that feels like coming home Feels like a Sunday morning Coffee brewing and music lulling I’m the back ground A day spent in pajamas basking in glass filtered sunshine

[pumpypoetry]

I'm in love with an artist His lips play meloncoli symphonies against mine My favorite melody played on heart strings long frayed While his soft fingers trace poetry I'm my brittle skin They could stay there forever if he allows I am a work of art lucky enough to be admired, critiqued, by his expert eyes His soft words artfully change my blood red hues to lovely blues His love softening my sharp edges to rounded curves skillfully layed on canvas I am a blank canvas to him, cover the past and start anew

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