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Poetry Pack 2

  • Writer: Riley
    Riley
  • Jul 13, 2020
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jul 1, 2021

I've been hard at work on my novel and grinding away at a really great couple of articles that I'm so excited to share. It may be a little longer until you see them, so for now, here's some poetry. This pack is a lot gloomier than the last, and some are way more straight to the point than others. Here's hoping you have a good time reading.


Parody


Yeah?

So?

I eat pizza with a fork

Why you asking dumb shit?

My hands are dirty from doors

I don’t wanna touch it

Meals are such a chore

When you’re on hand wash 24

Scrubbing away at your tongue skin

I got burns and a numb wrist


I wasn’t like this before

Frantic at the door of the oven

Came home with more from the store

Now I keep my panics by the dozen


Bad living and I’m just been stunned since

Bad chicken did damage to my stomach

Now I think I’m one trip from kicking the bucket

But you think I’m just being funny so fuck it


Candy Bar Haiku


I cannot discern

any regular person

from a candy bar


After Hours Toilet Poem


It’s 1:23am and I’m sitting on the toilet.

I’m not going to the bathroom

or anything like that.

I’m just sitting there

not ready to go to bed.

I can’t yet

With a lingering thought

Stuck to my mind.

It’s always hard to sleep

When you have to.

The shower drain ticks beside me.

I wonder about people

And everyone I hate.

Or used to hate, rather.

I find it funny how that subsides

After awhile.

Their Wrongdoings from 5 or 6 years ago

Can’t reach me now.

I think about this chapter.

And my relatively new relationship

With medicine cabinet enemies.

I wonder if that too will subside.

I wonder if we can make amends.

I would want nothing more

4AM in Bed with my OCD


Sucked down to the box spring

Shakes from the cold or the sound

That’s an offspring


Beaters


I talk to the shoes I say to go I tell them to move They don’t talk back. Instinctively I want to hide Terrified to step outside Like a tumor morphs and frays It swallows me Ready to number my days I start to run But I run in place


I’m alright

I think

I’ve always been scared of death But I’m too scared to live my life




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