#blunder
It’s a modern blunder,
but that’s why i wonder.
My thoughts are roaming,
and roving to someone's ear
and that brings fear.
They call it schizophrenia,
but i call it a woe, a weight –
on my chest, a pain inside my brain.
No matter how hard i resist,
i can’t make an exit.
I’m not the only one, i know
but why i’m the one, always?
I know it won’t broadcast,
but my heart never accept.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:54 AM UTC
i refused to
call it more
than a blunder.
the way i looked at her --
too long.
but maybe
my heart
had just
slipped.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 2:16 AM UTC
I've lost the plot
Or maybe it was in a memo i never got
Like it or not
It happens a lot
One after another,
After another,
After another
Just another blunder
Or another missed shot?
What where you taught?
What have you had to try to unknot?
I wonder who's fought
The same demons I've fought?
Struggling with a foundation of dry rot
Every lesson has been forgotten
Might as well be the mascot
Of a bumbling idiot
Stumbling in the darkness being heartless brought
In and out of a rock bottom that is always finding a new, deeper spot
©2025
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
I'll be better here sometime right before never,
I swear
Not trying to be clever
I'm being sincere
Just can't assign a specific timeline to recover
I've tried it,
Found it only helped set up the next failure
The one that's already lurking around each and every corner
I stand defiant, against my own self preservation order,
Almost daring it to leap from the darkness a couple corners sooner
I'm not trying to be negative either
Life is an iffy endeavor
But I don't not get it,
I can see it from the view of the average observer
It's gotta look like a recipe for disaster
But it's better than what I see in the mirror
Something I won't need a memory to remember
Branding me with this, scared flesh on each wrist,
A gut wrenching reminder
The kind that can only linger forever
Stalking me from the edge of what I'll be able to remember
But it'll get better...
...they swear
©2024
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 8:35 AM UTC
I don't fear finding myself to high
Between you and I
It'd be a nice change of scenery being stuck in the sky, beyond the naked eye
Watching all my everything only make a single fly by
Easy to find yourself there, barley have to try
I don't fear being six feet under
Grave or bunker
No more having to wonder and ponder my next blunder that's always right around the corner
No more fighting the past and destroying a future
No more recurring failure
I fear the day to day
In a crippling way
I fear the wrong thing I'm most certainly going to say
I fear a time period that's pay to play but the pay can be taken away
And whenever I'm where I want to be, I'm never allowed to stay
©2024
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 5:03 PM UTC
I've shut down so completely it's profound and I've now lost touch with reality
What I want to be and what I'll never be eventually co-mingle and become one entity
The blasphemy, the phony sanctimony and hypocrisy blast from me
I try awkwardly to juggle all three, run 'em up the flag pole, wait and see
Hear ye, hear ye...another blunder here for your amusement, come see
Woe is me! An empty plea for pity ******* by a request to be put out of my misery
It's plane to see, at least by me, that I'm my own worst enemy, I'm no friend to me
Bad karma stacks rapidly atop the early onset of senility
Losing my mind was an inevitability but that was my only company
...now it's only me...
The notion that behind every smile you'll find your happy is, in it's self, a fallacy
©2023
Dec 13, 2023
Dec 13, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
The tread on yer shoes aint there.
The tread on yer shoes aint there nowhere.
Worn out beyond compare, the whole pair,
so you slipped off yer **** and fell down the stairs!
Ya hollered and yelled the moment ya fell,
but no one came to help!
A loud KABOOM, but no one in their rooms
could even hear ya yelp!
It rained that night ya stepped outside
to a nasty tumbling blunder!
Cuddled up, cozied up in our beds
cause we all just thought it was thunder.
Stomp Stomp Stomp like an old wet mop,
you was mad as a hornet's nest!
Had to sit through what happened to you,
and you made sure of it!
Said you was out there just a cryin for help,
while everyone just stayed put.
You reminded us again of what happened to you,
then bent over and showed yer ****
Not sayin that this matter is a funny disaster.
But seein that yer fine, don't mind the laughter!
Better go get new shoes today,
or this might happen again.
Land on yer **** like that, I say,
and you might just break yer chin!
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
I wonder, do you ever wonder?
How far we have come along.
With all those fights and in all those thunder.
We managed to live so long.
You made mistakes and yes I did blunder.
Still, we forgave, as we know where we belong.
I remember, you remember how we met at first.
It wasn't the best nor the worst.
We were happy keeping alive the thirst
Looking back, I see us in each day submerged.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC
Those clouds near me just give up a thunder,
Feeling so down, did I ever do a blunder?
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
6am
an exquisite time for a funeral
loud tolls of the sun
fresh morning breeze
here to dry moist faces
6:01am
a great time to realize
you are a part of the scene
standing on the sloppy green
looking around all bewildering
6:02am
the time 2 min after seven, you get it
it’s you - the one to bear the sorrows
to mourn for the loss
to carry the weight in guts
6 something
now the time does not matter
it’s you - burying your friend
the misbehaving devils angel
since ever a part of your hell
6 sins
only he could play all in one shot
magic up 6 deadly joys
the sinner and saviour
your very rare self
6 days
or even less
you contemplated and found
you shared the wisdom writing
on matters of truth and true love
6 guys
of yours in the meanwhile,
bricking him up, behind the scene
shutting the shy but calling friend out
lying you’d better live without
and now
Your guys were actually You
the blind and dead stupid You
who murdered your buddy in his best age
and 6, .... now makes no sense
All you could do is
speak to the mirror
asking for nothing
or everything
Hoping to reflect back maybe
it was just a call of mercy,
unordinary protection drill
that no one’s dead, not yet
Please please, but maybe...
you just missed the moment
to lay humbly the bouquet down
to say to rest in peace
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Strings sing blunder when
I'd wished you were there a cold,
Cold night years prior.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 9:24 AM UTC
My sweetheart my soul's ,heart's solace
I am perfect lover and steadfast partner
Let me be yours to kiss you pace to pace
Let me be winner to commit this blunder
Cupid may fire his arrows right and left
To injure heart and to make it just bleed
At beauty's cleft heart is ready for theft
Being red with blood heart ready to lead
My love let me take fire of beauty to burn
Let me be the victim of enchanting eyes
Let my love be on altar of time to discern
All love truth against beauty's innocent lies
Time will prove honesty of love in reality
Your alluring glances will make path bright
Let us sail together in this golden green sea
My love is like a virtue which is always right
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
My desperation is not discreet.
It sprays off my tongue every time we meet.
Like the octopus squirts ink to evade capture.
Inky I love you's flood from my mouth, a Tsunami of rapture.
Loving you is the ocean and desperation is decompression sickness.
Whenever I come up to breathe my head spins, nitrogen bubbles explode in place of butterflies.
Isolated on this lonely island, my clouded mind tears me asunder.
If I die a living death you would be my beautiful, poetic blunder.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
Blue is not sure where to find the propeller.
The motor boat sent to scotch the shimmer. The waves
break inside a jar, and the little pieces are swept up by the wind and made into mist.
The Jar is shaken, the titanic sinks,
and the seagulls peck at our eyes.
Covered in barnacles, the new-found fish men
wander onto the sand and get coated,
as in cornmeal,
ready to fry.
Infatuated and floundering
they wander
to water again.
Drinking death hand over fist,
they ring themselves out with simply a twist.
The fish flap their fins so forcefully;
trying to
be flying to
a sea called the sky.
With a crumbled-ed crust they say, “motherboat or bust”,
but the navigation of aviation is a compilation of great frustration
for fishes whose function
is on boats, wrapped up
in those silly greatcoats.
Yet they made it, or so they claim, and with only one flounder or flunder who had made a blunder to blame.
If only old skipper had been a bit quicker, he wouldn't have had such a queer story to claim.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC