#disregard
A ghast,
I grasp.
A reach,
I stretch,
but cannot attain,
their lost feeling
I hold onto.
I'm dead.
A wet leaf, disregarded
from the highest branch.
Now-
on the damp pavement.
A drop,
I predicted, painfully so.
A fall,
I tried to delay, unfortunately,
I'm dead.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 8:14 PM UTC
feelings mistaken for harsh statements
and deepest thoughts concealed through
faux fur and a desire for understanding
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
Face set and hands met off the clock, innocence is often lost as seconds drop.
Our magic stirs but it's strength can fade, so in retrospect why ever expect better.
A middle ground of careless selfishness, when failure is an automated pretense. The real fault in our aims for success, not of ourselves but ignoring those with less.
Time is short, decisions often compromised, death will soon swing by to take your eyes. Without a single disregard for who you are, to choose yourself above all others on par.
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC
A young disciple of discipline is just,
trying to dissipate negative traits.
Hesitations of change are often in frame
but most balloons don't fly straight.
Instead there's the choice of multiple fates,
played upon through invisible games.
Who is listening, we're nowhere near finished yet, when the drifter remains in stages to claim.
Draw upon those who have taught you before, are these new lessons or echoes restored in repetition.
Persistent tricks formed from stubborn habits, hidden in-kind to the back of our brains, where a complete disregard is often retained.
Try observing yourself through the eyes of others, are you sure we're the same when shuffling states.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
You know a girl is
really hurt if she calmly
starts to ignore you.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
it's just a joke,
guilt-joke-trip-wire,
funny feeling lasts four hours
i didn't mean to let your dog run away
i just didn't know you had a dog.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Y O U...
You
didn't
step
forward,
As I
e
n
d l
e s s
l
y Bled,
Why am I glad?
.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
a pair of bad eggs they do make
by always playing an ill game
we've grown accustom to their shake
over at the forum's house frame
by always playing an ill game
they've caused such great naughtiness
over at the forum's house frame
we've seen all their gross haughtiness
they've caused such great naughtiness
which can't be gladly excused
we've seen all their gross haughtiness
this behaviour they've well used
which can't be gladly excused
a twosome showing disregard
this behaviour they've well used
in the nice recreation yard
a twosome showing disregard
we've grown accustom to their shake
in the nice recreation yard
a pair of bad eggs they do make
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
Define pain
And what it has done to you.
It has made you
Who you are.
It makes
Or breaks us.
It opens doors
We thought were closed.
Why do we neglect pain
If it makes us who we are?
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
It's each person to themselves that has been a cause of much pain
because they're mostly interested in what with they only can gain.
They don't really give a **** about how anyone else might be going
but continue on for their own sakes regardless of what life is showing.
_______________________________
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
cities with their
glass skin
iron bones
gray flesh
of concrete
and a soul of
light bulbs
silhouettes,
the skylines…
the giants that
swallow us whole
because
we didn't know
how to stop
the magic of
the beanstalk
and now
that we have raised
our titans to unite us
we gave them will
we gave them back
the gift of fire
and it returns
to **** the life in
to burn the bridges
throughout and within…
our Atlases...
are they home
the shelter, still,
or are they now
the labyrinth
and the Minotaur
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
I am the bleeding lungs of a scream sustained
for far too long
I am the white knuckles of inconsiderate rage
gripping to strong
I am the splitting ripple echo of a migraine
too big to contain
I am the pummeling assault of spewed words
seething disdain
I am the clenching compressing tension of teeth
ground to dust
I am the derailed rabid raging lunatic
about to combust
I am the catastrophe of inferred innuendos
nothing to lose
I am oppression's obsession convulsing chartreuse
color of lifes bruise
I am the cantankerous susurration
of your sneering disgust
I am the brazen defiance of inferiority
influence unjust
I am the uprising insurgence of misery
you crudely bestow
I am the phantasm succubus of your abyss
I will overthrow
I am
more than my gender
more than my station
I am
here to render
your future frustration
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
Disregard is Disrespect
I don’t have a responsibility
but because I feel one
I do
Let my voice and words be enough
if they are not
Let my deeds and actions be enough
if they are not
I will sacrifice:
my blood, my sweat, my tears
to try and make you understand
or at least comprehend
I am different from you
not that I am trying
I am the same as you
not that I am trying
Your definition of me and those that seem to be like me
is secondary maybe even tertiary
What matters is
the explanation of me as i interpret to you
just as
the explanation of you as you interpret to me
I am human as you
because
I AM
© Christopher F. Brown 2016
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
We are all part of someone's dream, a realm of the universe unseen.
We displease, we heal, we unveil the hidden and yet all that can be seen is what is heard....
disregarding all lives that were formed for a moment in the limelight that was never owned.
Some call themselves flawless but the notion in itself is full of flaws and we remain untouched by the obvious.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
yes, i lied to you. yes, i said things to make you happy. yes, those things i told you killed me inside. yes, i felt my hands turn into earthquakes after. yes, i pretended to be what you think i should be. yes, i let you treat me like **** yes, you made me feel insignificant. yes, i was falling apart. yes, i thought about crashing my car so i wouldn’t see your face again. yes, i tried, i tried, i tried. yes, i’m tired.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
Oh what a corroding flavor this is.
A concoction of disregard and lethal words.
The wake of such leaves the mind baron.
The seeds have been sewn.
And with the coming harvest does each pew wreak destruction.
One of many in fact.
Sprouting new yet familiar cringes.
The root is that of hell fire.
And the forge is aflame once more.
A conundrum of gleeful dissonance.
The sear is almost as unbearable as the creation of its last creature.
The howls echo throughout the night.
Branding malicious means deep within the void it had become.
The scent of blood is in the air.
As the lust grows
So does its wretched grin.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
I gave my all to you
- Now, now, girl, that's no fault of anyone
had almost opened up
- Too little too late in this case
I was giving my energy to you
- Now, now I'll be sure to wave as I walk on by
and had almost opened up
Detached from a source of cord so miserable,
so maybe when I wake up I can roll right out of bed
believing in me, believing in the purpose in
my carriage, instead of putting you first and on the
pedestal which should have been reserved for better.
Better:
I said it.
I gave my all to you
- Now, now, girl, that's no fault of anyone
had almost opened up
- Too little too late in this case
I was giving my energy to you
- Now, now I'll be sure to wave as I walk on by
and had almost opened up
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
On September 9-11 the Twin Towers were smashed, into by two planes that were destined to crash.
New York City was attacked, causing camotion and panic.
The people tried to deal with the madness, and cope with the sadness, but the number one consensus is the impact was tragic.
Fire men ran in, with the hope to save some lives. Not knowing for their courageous effort, that this would be the day they die. True Hero's showed their colors, as they rushed the stairs that day. Fire fighters turned fear to courage, as their sacrifice was made.
The burning towers collapsed, as people were crushed by the structures metal beams. Clouds of dust consumed the sky, with smoke and loose debris. While screams for help went unheard and bodies lined the street.
The action of two highjacked planes, as they were guided and used against us. Caused a collision course and loss of life, that was undoubtedly tremendous.
Hate against our country, was shown by disregard for human life. These cowards couldn't die alone, they needed passengers on their final flight.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Dear Random Strangers,
Your sideways glances and whispered remarks have been noticed.
What you think has no effect actually means the world.
I would like to ask you...
No...Beg you...
To please stop judging me because of the marks on my wrist,
Allow me the chance to tell you my story,
Before you put the damaged book in the trash.
I know my corners are dog-ear,
Yes some pages are ripped,
And my cover is torn and scratched.
But looks can be deceiving.
Random Stranger, I know we haven't met
But every time one person disregards me,
It becomes more easy to believe I am trash,
And it makes me want to throw myself away...
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC