#complacent
Some are strangers to guilt and shame.
They would rather let you drown than face their own shadow.
Some take refuge in being gullible and plain.
To speak truthfully is a rarity the complacent won’t allow.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC
Things move along
before I’ve made up my mind,
a railway over an ocean,
and I’m along for the ride.
Not quite willing,
but also not captive,
expected to go with the flow
and remain well-adapted.
Drivers impatient
and maps outdated,
planning my own route
is slow and underappreciated.
I’m ushered left
and shoved to the right,
an indecisive death-
but I float on alright.
I don’t know that I want
to be on this train,
but I’m already here,
I’m expected to stay.
Walking and talking
should be banned for me,
once I look up,
all new surroundings I see.
Am I the bad guy
for abandoning ship,
when I never said yes,
but I was complacent?
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
I suffer from an internal judgment
I don't need yours on top of it
With this loser title I'm complacent
Save your beratement
Find some other sucker in their mothers basement
To fold into your statement
Don't play games with a sharp wit
Death is my only engagement
That's the only thing proven permanent
Unconditional love?
Never heard of it
©2024
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:45 PM UTC
Pushed out of the nest,
Birds live in free flight,
Death or life,
They cannot rest.
Somewhere,
A blue jay lives in adolescence,
Binded by love and refusing to leave,
His mother grows tired,
In weary fashion she hates her peeve,
“Learn to live my love,”
She kicks him free.
Somewhere,
A pink robbin lives in adolescence,
Blinded by love and choosing to stay,
Her mother grows tired,
“Please you must learn to go away,”
Returning to others,
“You cannot make me leave,”
Her mother in a feather flurry,
Kicks her free,
She must deal with this pain,
This is her reprieve.
Feathers fall,
Lonely nights await,
Blue Jay has grown tall,
Walking away he has learned to live,
“Pink Robbin, why do you call?”
Blinded, ****** but okay,
Pink Robbin stays in place,
Horrid mess,
She has chosen to fade away.
Pushed out of the nest,
Birds learn to live,
Choosing not to rest,
Choose death or life.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
Have you ever tasted bittersweet?
Have you ever felt broken, incomplete?
Has life ever not been fair blue skies?
Have you always seen through complacent eyes?
Sometimes, comforting the grieving soul
It isn't easy, but you don't know
Seeing tears, you're repulsed and unsure
You'd rather argue than console
Sympathy was made for thee
Apathy thy familiarest treat
For your lukewarm meals I pity thee
Your have never tasted bittersweet.
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 11:34 PM UTC
Motionless
Stuck where my world crashed all around me
Rotating through the mundane monotony on autopilot
It's time for a new book, not just a new page or chapter.
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 6:59 AM UTC
I thought I wanted to be clean
Never had that with you
Always been too complacent
Found myself addicted too
But forgive me for fantasizing
Hard to give this one up
It seems like we call for a refill
Right before we reach the bottom of the cup
You will not ever call it quits
There's still that awful hope
Inside that keeps me holding on
Have never quite been able to cope
With the idea of living without your touch
Maybe I need to accept
Never be able to breathe alone
Do anything to forget
So I'll try to abstain from drugs
Hurt by own expectations
Hollow and heavy simultaneously
Feeding our eternal damnations
There is an ocean dragging down
Sinking right there with you
Determined to catch or pull ahead
Save or at least crash before you do
Breeding loneliness
Quiet rooms
The parts that we lost
The color no longer flushing our cheeks
Eyes forever glossed
Stuck finding you becoming stronger
To my surprise
Your thoughts to me as they appear
They're corrupted with lies
Silence reveals missing self-truths we seek
Tell myself to focus on it
You often provoke me to anger
I can only blame you a bit
Tell you that you are wonderful
I love you for who you are
Part of me burns with envy
Alone
I sit somewhere far
It is easier to fight than explain
I'm upset when nothing's wrong
Feelings the result of hormones
Chemicals in my skull so strong
Emotions can't seem to stop
I have to maintain
Over and over they openly try to control me
Inside of my brain
I feel depression sinking deeper
With overwhelming fear
Time has taken its toll on us
Do you want to be here?
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
I'm cross-legged on a sandy floor encircled by a seamless wall of glass.
The future lies beneath me and clouds above cast shadows of my past.
The sand beneath is spiraling down and with each grain a speck of time.
Lost in my complacency until I slip through the hourglass that's mine.
Your despondent eyes are watching me while my world is turned upside down.
Then the sands of time come pouring down and bury me in the ground.
©
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
I spotted a fortune teller at an old county fair
while knowing the answers I still looked for some there.
There was no love line or fate line she could’ve read,
I told her I bet there’s no sun line, life line or trace of a head.
She met my eyes with sadness written all over her face,
and told me out of all people that I was her worst case.
She traced the inside of my hand intently trying to see
then she asked me had I recently been burned severely.
In my death bed I’ve been waiting patiently for sleep
sadly I’m not the one it wishes to greet.
With past scars and present fresh wounds tunnelling down so deep,
loss of blood and mind so I’m left as just a sack of meat.
A loving caress to each feature
but succeed in only poking the bone,
and every single living creature
dies completely alone.
She was a rainbow and I; charcoal grey,
they all choose to go but claim they wish to stay.
The beeping bouncing off the wall
steady like sirens or alarms,
and at the end of it all
we all die in our own arms.
She was a rainbow and I; charcoal grey,
I still catch her glow but it’s fading away,
I know it could never last, but I still have to pray,
‘cause I am the past and she’s only in today.
I’ve acted strong and kept up this ruse,
atleast I can say I’ve always been brave,
but when I’m not digging up the past, ghosts or clues,
I’ve steadily been digging my own grave.
No lines, no ties, not a single strand.
I’ve got the palmist right in the palm of my hand.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
And the people who are extensions of you breathe monoxide and speak with the sound of shrewd drills. I can't help but hear your voice through their wreckage.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 1:44 AM UTC
Have you ever reached a crossroad in your life and with complacency or with fear of what left or right offers or entails, at high speed powered on, only to find it was actually a T junction?
Only then you realise that life has no reverse gear and that some walls are very hard?
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
Tell me I’m not stupid for allowing myself to feel,
searching out for the next wound before letting the former heal,
I’ve been convincing myself that the invisible path is real,
but it’s not wide enough for two; one can stand and one can kneel.
If there’s anything in this world that tightens my chest,
it’s the moment I am strangled by vulnerability.
I keep it chained away to the very best,
to the very best of all my abilities.
Take all those thrown away phrases
and piece them back together to hit my ears
it’s funny how the long silence still amazes,
amazes me after all these quiet years.
Are you Sonic the hedgehog,
‘cause this is a chaos emerald.
Wipe away the tears to see the fog,
my world shakes when once it trembled.
I’ve got an easy road ahead of me
where the path could be so easy,
but I’m drawn to walk into the sea,
I wish that instinctive pull would leave me.
We humans are such destructive creatures
we turn soil to scorched earth with just one touch.
It’s the curse of emotions and all it features,
makes us decline a cast and accept a crutch.
We fall prey to our monsters like a disease,
do I pick life support or a clean cut cure?
A solid steel spine or weak and shaking knees?
Toxic lungs or a gasp of air too pure?
Should I swallow this gulp of mundane routine
conform and erase all individuality?
The white picket fence in photographs is so pristine
but it’s covered in dust and mold the naked eye can’t see.
My storybook ending is incomplete
as I didn’t much care for the ending.
I traded in tragedy instead of something sweet,
‘cause I’ve never been so good at pretending.
All along there are holes both in the souls and plot,
and I wish to roll but can’t afford the toll as empty hands are all I got
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
serendipity
i've dipped in and out
the mountains i thought i moved took back their strength
and in the taking,
cracked open the ground
leaving me off-balance than before
yes, i should've fought back but
serendipity
i stay dipping in and out
there's no such thing as control
no such thing as handled
a loose grip
had me falling through the cracks
and as i fell onto hard times
the darkness welcomed me
so i stayed
. . .
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
I speak inside my brain
and then my heart replies.
I've lived my life as the rain
falling down from the vacant skies.
I told you that I loved you
and truer words were never spoken,
but how much can one person do,
when paradise is broken?
I turn my back on memories
but they still slap me in the face,
the emotions get the best of me
when I'm standing in the wrong place.
I told you that I'd keep you dry
even though I myself was soakin'
but how hard can one person try
when paradise is broken?
The pastel colours were fake,
except the black and white,
I shaded it all for the sake
it was not pleasing to my sight.
In every single dream I drown,
I always give up on that fight,
until I'm buried in the ground
I'll dream that struggle every night.
Heaven is over occupied
they stopped letting just any folk in,
and purgatory is mystified
'cause paradise is broken.
I long for the free birds
with their hazardous flapping wing
and the way they spin their words
into gentle songs we sing.
I told you I was missing my mind
I just could never rope it in,
how much can one person find
when paradise is broken.
The pastel colours were fake,
except for the black and white,
I needed the blue for a lake,
and the red for the ****** fight.
In every dream I'm alone,
I try to change that with all my might,
you spoke aloud in a wrong tone
but atleast the words were right.
Heaven is over occupied
I wish I never had woken,
and Hell is now justified
cause paradise is broken.
You own; each beat from my chest, both lungs and every breath,
what I have and all the rest,
my life until my death.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Why
Do I always mess things up?
Turning
Friendship into crush into lack of said friendship.
I
Do not intentionally like those who seem to get me best,
But I,
Do not know how to not mess this up.
I
do not know how to not like her.
See I,
I have a girl crush.
The first since I was 15
So please
Don't take this, or my feelings too lightly;
And,
Because I'm not in a rush to
Tell her how I feel
I
Manage to be complacent with her friendship,
And her company.
See she
Could either become my best friend,
Or my nothing.
Because girl crushes,
For me,
Have always been nothing but unrealistic
Feelings unrequited,
Unreturned,
Unsatisfied;
So I
Shovel them into the mass grave of
Thoughts
And emotions
In hope that,
One day,
She'll dig them up like buried treasure
And treasure them
As if they were her own.
But how
Will she ever find their tombstone
If she doesn't even know what she's looking for?
Lost,
I ask for Her advice.
She
Always seems to have the best advice:
"follow your heart." she offers to me,
But,
Little does she know that means I would have to follow her all day and
I
Don't care much for being a shadow.
I
Ask her how to tell someone the truth about my emotions and she answers:
"With honesty"
And honesty
May always be the best policy for her,
But for me,
Only lies are worth living while I
Lay with someone else,
And the lies I tell myself.
So she
Stays in the dark of my feelings
And the real questions I want to ask
Like
"Should I let us remain friends? Or should I try to make us more?"
Make me
Into
Her companion
A
Two girl coven
With no room
For anything other than magic
And unmade memories
An
Empty grimoire
Filled with
Blank Polaroids,
Uncast spells,
And unspoken words
Of feelings unshared.
I
Don't mind the idea of a relationship unhad
But my brain
flickers like a broken street light
In warning that my feelings towards others are only fake
Refusing to let me ignore that he
Is nowhere close to she,
And that she
Will never truly care for me.
Not so long as she is oblivious,
And I am dishonest.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
the realization of numbers
descending
away
hasn't dawned in her
mind's matter of
gray
if she doesn't wake up
from complacency's
story
there will be nowt left
on the listing's
inventory
it'll be too late when we're
all looking for a
job
due to us not having
goodly figures in the
mob
surely she can sense
our positions are at
stake
as the total amount has
become an
earthquake
under previous heads
we've not felt
insecure
but with her holding
the reins we're in
manure
for over seven months
she's buried her
head
like the ostrich who can't
see impending
dread
it is perfectly plain
to everyone else
around
that the units have
slipped onto the
ground
she'll open the file
which will say all
absent
the last manager was
a little too
complacent
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:44 PM UTC
Drifting away.
No place here to say,
That I do want to stay.
I'd rather lay
In my last day,
Than continue to play
In this way
Namaste
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
pour me into a glass;
tall, still, and skinny;
i'll hold my breath to stay narrow;
and i'll keep quiet;
no rippling of the tide;
no flow of the river inside of my chest;
i serve as the perfect mirror;
put me in front of whoever you want me to be
i take shape of any container you put me in, baby;
pour me from one bowl to another;
ladle me into the grave you dug for me;
bottle me up and keep me in the cellar;
anything you want, i am glad to be;
i'll distort myself to be what you need
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
I should be working right now but I'm not,
a pupil beaming on the inside from her rebellion
all in the name of poetry.
Quite sad really...
But I like writing poetry regardless to work,
it's one thing that I can admit comes naturally.
Well I can admit it to myself but to others no way,
I'd like to seem complacent not arrogant.
So mid my rebellion I'll write with a smile,
not because I'm always happy,
I'll smile because today I'm content.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
first of all I would like to apologize for my
loving demands of utter complicated simplicity
the extent of my complacent attitude can only
last a few minutes before it is over and there are veins in my brain coursing with salt water
apathetic towards nothing
after the rain fell
and all I could focus on were
my legs intertwined with magic
--funny isn't it, where you can find magic these days--
there were clouds behind my
telltale eyes (not rain clouds
but thunder)
in the purest form
secrets enveloped in my throat
bound to my fragile
jugular
but the tips of my fingers are tingling
like I am standing
on the wing of an airplane
and heights
don't scare me as much anymore
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC