#audacity
The audacity of the human heart
to let go,
lose every desire,
and not want anything to do with it,
while silently
yearning,
grieving,
weeping for the same thing
in its most vulnerable moments
is something
I will never get.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
Causing Corruption,
Creating Destruction,
Causing a BIG SCENE, and
BEING ALL MEAN!!!
When you are NOT DOING,
WHAT YOU ARE TOLD,
Out in this DARK WORLD,
BEING ALL kinds of BOLD,
PETTINESS IS WEAK, and
IT'S GETTING SO OLD,
A THRILL is WHAT YOU SEEK,
Just waiting for it to UNFOLD,
So, YOU FIND A CHEAP THRILL,
IT WASN'T WHAT YOU DESIRED,
SO, YOU ACT ALL OUT, and
Then your WICKEDNESS TRANSPIRE!!!
PLEASE STOP ALL THIS MESS,
It makes, NO KINDA SENSE,
YOU ARE OUT here cutting up, cos
Your LIFE has NO SUSPENSE,
You are so CORRUPTED,
You got SOME NERVES,
To do what you do,
JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED!!!
RUDE, DISRESPECTFUL,
from the Outer, to the in,
Trying to get by, and
YOU STILL CANNOT WIN!!!
You are going downhill,
Like DESTINATION PIN,
OH, DON'T CRY RIGHT NOW, IT'S
BECAUSE OF YOUR SIN!!!
People are so cruel,
JUST BREAKING ALL RULES,
NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,
THEY ARE ALL JUST FOOLS!!!
DISTURBING THE PEACE,
People having the GUMPTION,
of RATTLING CAGES, from
CAUSING CORRUPTION!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/14/2025
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
I have died a thousand times.
In the silence of rooms where I learned to make myself smaller.
In the hands of men who only held me in the dark.
In the mirror, where I spent years trying to love something I was taught to hate.
I have buried myself in the spaces between other people’s comfort.
Lowered my voice so they wouldn’t flinch.
Made my body easy to leave so no one had to carry the weight of me.
I have been a funeral no one attended.
And yet—
I wake up.
Every day, I wake up.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Move through a world that never made space for me,
but take up space anyway.
I am not supposed to be here.
I was supposed to break,
supposed to fold,
supposed to be a name they only whispered in past tense.
But here I am.
A mouth that still speaks.
A body that still moves.
A breath that still fills the room.
I have died a thousand times.
And still—
I am here.
And ain’t that something?
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
The purgatory of a cemetery
The calamity of duality
Mortalities catastrophe
Crematory trajectory
Anatomy of insanity
Assault and battery
The audacity of humanity
The profanity of actuality
And camaraderie with agony
The brutality of tragedy
Finds me at max capacity
Quit handing life back to me
Because frankly,
I'm done
©2024
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
This day began with a resolute vow:
No longer will Life's trials wrinkle my brow;
Woe and misfortune shall seek me in vain --
Though their shadows creep, steadfast I'll remain
Today is my day -- I'll hold my head high,
And with a broad smile greet each passerby;
I'll not waste my breath to voice a complaint,
But joyfully shed this cloak of constraint
Today is the day Fear's restrictive chain
Will dissolve like a snowball in the rain;
Guilt and regret shall assail me no more --
Today I learned to barricade the door!
Yes, this is the day my voice will be heard --
(Passion's smoldering ashes have been stirred!)
All my inhibitions will be set free --
On swift wings will they claim their liberty
From this day forward, who knows what awaits --
Might love rescue me from these dire straits?
(Hope is a beacon whose light comes and goes,
Ah, but today, how radiantly it glows)
Today is my day -- new paths I'll travel
As life's binding threads start to unravel;
I dare anyone to stand in my way!
Do you hear me world? Today is my day!
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 4:57 PM UTC
Strike— bare, boastful light.
Snakelike, your silver serenity
Strike with firm, flaunting fatality
Surrender then, to specks flush-light.
Split asunder, your thriving fragility
Shuddering then, a humble complexity
Shimmering so lovingly bright.
Spin I the crystals; your dancing simplicity
Simplicity— oh, so generous in its creativity
Scarce old stars rather I,
than sun’s lifeless white.
Oct 20, 2021
Oct 20, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC
With such audacity,
she sayeth to the Lord;
"Father, in Thy name all things shalt be done.
With relentless faith, I trust Ye to performeth the impossible.
By all means,
the stage is all Yours to direct."
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
It's a similitude quite like none other I have composed...
I was like a bird, upon which back there is a burden which limits it's every movement and pull it down everytime it try to take off, yet unable to relieve itself of the burden cause he feared the outcome of laying off such a burden.. It was a Burden of quintessence to him, for it might make or unmake, destroy or bind the very home it cherished, adored and not ready to give it up for anything not even this burden, but the moment, though it required much audacity needed for a forceful abduction of ..."Donald Trump. From the White House".. he choose the option, to let down the burden.. And now with the God given broad wings and the much enthusiasm from the outcome of the relief, it will take a flight like never before, so high it will put all beholders in wonderment..
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 3:59 PM UTC
I am a
No good
No-one
and you can't
Tell me
Otherwise.
In the end
I've found
All that really
Matters
Is who you were to them,
A year before you died.
Because I put a bullet where I should have put a helmet,
Along with Honesty and Sincerity,
And all their friends and Virtues.
Rebirth is easy, it's living that gets tricky.
Reborn as a sinner:
Love me,
Hate what I do
Best.
What I do best
Is watch you fall to pieces
Limb from crushed bone limb,
And what I do best
Is write sad songs
That I hide away in a corner of my
Closet(ed mind).
When you die,
They remember you with flaws they had of their own.
They make it about them,
And their pain,
As though being a martyr
Could actually bring you back.
(As though a martyr
Could actually come back)
So call me Apathy,
That'll be my new name.
A lack of empathy
No pitying sympathy.
Because I cannot seem to make you realize,
I do not empathize
Nor will I ever sympathize
With you no-good
Nice guys.
I'm a bad guy
What can I say,
I'm the villain, the antagonist,
I was put here as a test--
I went wrong,
I went far beyond wrong,
I took a wrong turn onto the wrong path in the wrong forest
Where I just don't belong.
So goodbye for the night, and maybe the next few,
But remember my number not name, as only the living seem to do.
So just remember these words, from time to time:
I am a lack of the holy seven--
You see, in place and in honor, I make nine.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Among the sounds of
roaring traffic-
when buses moan
and screech to a halt,
birds tweeting and
the wind tickling the leaves,
music, laughter and distant chatter,
how do you make it possible?
How do you find the audacity
of clouding my mind
with the noise
that your memories make?
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
do you think
anything
you ever say is funny
do you think
do you feel you have
the adudacity and the eligibility
to be loved by me?
go away
stay far from me
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Of all the things I tried to hold on for so long
You were the one that made me believe myself that I am strong—-
strong enough for you to forget the pain of yesterday
strong enough for you to take all of my fears away!
I really never know that I’d come this far
After the thought of having you forever, on my side
My love, just a kiss from you could make me smile—-
a smile that will give me courage all through the while!
{ l.m.l.b }
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:41 AM UTC
Human life is not weak,
And it is very audacious.
Nearing its extinction,
Humanity was in the 1300s.
But humanity resurged,
Even after the great famine,
And the Black Death too.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
how do they have the audacity to tell us we're too demanding
when all we want
when all we ask for is the same love we give to be returned
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
the management
at Hello Poetry
need to be mindful
of grand larceny
those who involve themselves
with this impropriety
would be scooted off
other writing sites
very promptly
theft is theft
and stealing
is a federal crime
they the perpetrators
bear a shingle
of low down slime
taking other's
copyrighted pieces
always their appalling
paradigm
yet these persons
aren't bought to book
they have a free rein
in employing the purloining hook
plagiarists so bereft
of a writing capacity
nicking your works and mine
with reprehensible audacity
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
Audacity
I have always loved that word
It conjures up in my mind
An image of something outrageous
Something bold and
therefore something beautiful.
"au-da-ci-tee"
I have always loved
the sound, the tone and the beat
of that word
It peps me up
to rebel against the norm
to ask awkward questions
to challenge we-know-it-alls!
to throw off all my guards
to smell some freshness of air
to give a **** for what 'they' might think
to enjoy and relish the cool of my own confidence
And the very best thing
about being audacious is
that look on 'their' faces
When 'they' get the
first taste of my audacity.
Oh ! don't I love that look on 'those' faces
the jaws dropping
the eyebrows raising
the faces frowning
the lips curving to form a crooked smile
All in a state of shock of seeing
the order of the day
the business as usual
ruffle, shake and dwindle
and most of all of seeing me
have (also) the
au-da-ci-tee
to enjoy and love it all !!!
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ambled ambitions,
an aching audacity;
aged adventurer.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC