#negligence
Snatched; Kicked,
out of the doors;
You run away
along the paths
in the midst of
the storms.—
Your visible ribs,
sunken abdomen,
soaked by the
tears of the
skies.
Does hunger
always rule your
life?
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
The core is cracked, the gauges red,
They swore it’s fine—now hope is dead.
Control rods jam, the heat runs wild,
No turning back, the fuel defiled.
Containment’s gone, the walls decay,
Fallout drifts in skies of gray.
A silent flash, a world undone,
The chain reaction has begun.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC
He died here
And his soul
Says, with the
Sky,
"Look away
Child, avert
Your eyes,
From these
Continuous
Atrocities
You are
Powerless to
Change.
Look to the
Colors ive
Painted high
Those who
Could, will
Never help"
We admire
The sunset
And search
The astral
Instead.
Oct 21, 2023
Oct 21, 2023 at 7:06 PM UTC
A mother sobbing,
a raging mob.
What we need is people
to do their job.
A cop stands still
amidst the crowd.
To **** or…be killed?
His head is bowed.
Lock the door and
set the alarm.
So simple a task
to keep some from harm.
Collecting a paycheck,
is easy to do.
But there’s a lot more
we expect of you.
By the time that you
become a grown up
you should have learned
it’s important to show up.
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 1:05 AM UTC
No need to worry, they really do care
They'll fight fires with floods, droughts with monsoons
If things go to **** they'll go to the moon
If you get too hot, they'll smoke out the sun
They've even got discounts on water and air!
No worry, no fretting, no fear
They won't tolerate hunger
They'll beat sickness with numbers
They'll hire us all on
To build them a new atmosphere
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 6:28 PM UTC
One more shot!
A scorching heat radiates
from her forehead
The last of raspy wheezes,
rusty coughs and gasps
leave the lungs, abandoned towns
lined with rows of empty drugstores.
Her grandkids watch from
behind a thick sheet of glass
through a dense fog,
asking -mommy how long will grandma
be asleep for?-
One more shot!
On Tuesday she was at work.
On Wednesday she got a slight cough.
On Thursday her heartbeat was slow.
On Friday the line hit the flat note.
On Saturday the back of her coffin
married the worms in the dirt just below.
One more shot!
Wiping the sweat off his forehead,
is it his mum or the coal; that ****** black is his skin tone?
A coughing fit, seizing his consciousness
gasping for air; as if he was dying
of laughter,
watching his daughter dance like a ballerina
across their living room into his arms.
Those weren't tears of joy,
when she was dragged away by masked security guards
from the room where her father plummeted into
The swan lake.
One more shot!
The pen quivers in his hand
as he finishes up his English exam.
Finally, all this work done,
the last of the bunch was long gone!
Until he sneezed on the paper.
His portrait wasn't lit as well as his mother hoped
when he received his post-mortem degree,
Honor roll.
One more shot!
They yell as she chugs the bottle,
jubilation ensues!
Shattering glass all over the floor.
Her foot starts bleeding,
She wails and sets for the hospital door.
The doctor takes tweezers
carefully to her sole
as from the corridor comes a loud moan;
her mother on the hospital bed
rides past her door.
The last shot she had at seeing her alive.
But she never looked up.
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
“You were always taken care of”
My mother whispers
Between drags of her menthol cigarette.
Hands so frail
They look like they might crack
Under the weight.
-I don’t know how to break it to her
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
Avertable impact
Ripped open lid
The fuse lit
And die they did
Imo
Mont-Blanc
The harbor a carcass
Their treasures sunk
Dartmouth
Richmond
Tufts Cove
One last gasp in the sun
Wretched captains
As kings who fought over
Duchess of Aquitaine
Everything to lose
Nothing to gain
"She may one day queen it
over that fair demesne..."
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
The onlooker had something to say,
about the yellowness of the tulip
and the unbroken dew drop
on the lotus floating by
I flowered beside,
not more distinguished than any,
my sprouts, born with a name
not known, to admirers, many
My tiny florets blossomed,
each day the sun’s rays, graced earth
and showers moistened its soil.
I relished in my creations;
Until the day, I withered away,
when my roots left the soil
not charred in negligence
but in content, of living.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
Why wouldn't you listen
When I said I needed help?
[I had to learn how to do it all myself.]
Why were your priorities
Always them and never me?
[You never had time for me.]
Why did you speak over me
When I tried to tell you about my day?
[I needed you to hear me.]
Why did you let them
Walk all over me?
[I cried myself to sleep.]
Why did you blame me
When I walked away?
[I had to put myself first for once.]
Why was I your dependent
And not your child?
[I was a kid.]
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
Mon âme,
C’est à toi que je m’adresse,
Toi mon âme, qui me tiens toujours en laisse,
Qui se plaît à me voir danser
D’un œil drôlement fatigué.
Tu m'auras trainé jusqu’ici
Pour ensuite me laisser faire;
Tu espérais de moi produit finit
Sans fournir matière première.
Parmi les cent pays de l'esprit,
Toi seul reconnait les frontières;
C'est toi-même qui les délimite
D'un air pourtant si fier.
Pourquoi donc à présent ces soupirs
Qui déterrent de vieux refrains?
Je n’attendais de toi rien de pire
Que de ne renoncer à ton propre bien.
Comme ce corps laissé à l’abandon,
Négligé durant tant d’années...
Si jamais il se dérobe de ses dons,
Est-ce par absence de ta volonté?
M'entends-tu, hélas, prêtes-tu oreille?
Es-tu de retour d’une quelque vacance?
Car sans toi rien n'est plus tout à fait pareil:
Et le monde se dénude ennuyé de tout sens.
Ne me laisses pas m'isoler à relire ces mots écris
Sans qu’ensuite ta présence ne se ressente.
Laisse-toi croire en ces mensonges de l’esprit
Si pour te revoir tu exiges que l’on te mente.
Debout maintenant, debout mon seul maître!
Que résonne la sagesse que toi-seul nous confère.
Malgré les chaînes auxquelles tu nous auras fait naître,
Je suis moi esprit à jamais - ton seul et véritable frère.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Frozen, completely still
White squares on the walls
You've seen a thousand times before
Innate, familiar, completely new
Emanated by blackness
Dusted over by disregard
The memories of garnered squares
Digested like a populous pit
Halting your pant
for an immense instant
Exhale.
Ignorance is the way to see them disguised
As white squares on the walls
You wish you could conveniently forget.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
There are times,
my son,
when the loss of you
shoots home even more
than the darkest of days
in all kind of ways.
The look of you
that final time,
those tired eyes,
puffed jaw,
swollen hands and arms,
and the total betrayal
of the professional staff
with their lack of care
while stayed there.
The moment your heart
flat-lined, the world tipped
upside down,
you gone from us,
links cut, you dead
going around my head.
I could have said more
had I known, if I had that time
with you that day again,
I could have said
how much I loved you,
it's depth and strength,
but I didn't know
that death was near,
my son, my Stoic man,
my one so dead.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
*Your votes could have established dark powers over all control,
Such votes could have made the smallest part exceed the whole.
Only groundless clamoring’s do the protests approve,
Instead, now the power is ours to punish and to remove.
But now false gods and evil cast their wares and express,
Defending their own evil servants or their own rhetoric’s distress.
Oh that my powers of saving truth were not confined,
I’d show you how you are being forced to believe that evil is best for your mind,
Making an example out of every one of our kind.
Must I at length wield the sword of justice and then withdraw?
Ore the cursed effects of trying to confuse the law!
How ill our fates are by their blood thirsty scam.
Beware my people! Of the fury of a patient man.
The law is what patience requires, watch the law show her single face.
And don’t be content to depend purely on grace.
Oh yes, her words are always true with a glaring eye,
She can erase terror and she will never die.
By their own evil arts 'tis her righteousness decreed,
Those dire artificers of lies shall finally be the ones to bleed.
Against themselves their own witnesses will swear,
Till viper-like their sinister plot they themselves shall be ensnared.
For they **** from the nutrients of their own ****** gore
Which was always their principle of the evil long before.
With Belial and with Belzebub they themselves will fight,
Once comrades, now foes, even their foes shall do them right.
Do not doubt this event as felicitous mouths engage,
They tell lies and show only of their own brutal rage.
Then let them all take their own resisted course,
To Guantanamo to finally find their long deserved remorse.
But when they stand up all breathless late at night,
Let their guilt rise up in them with redoubled might.
For lawful is powerful and still is still superior all around.
Even when long driven back at length it must stand its ground.
They all took their oath and gave their solemn consent,
So there will be no appeals under this firmament.
Henceforth a series of new times shall begin,
Though many painful years in long procession has woefully ran.
Once more this nation will be restored,
And all other nations will know the law is our lord.*
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
The somber whispers of defeat haunt the wind; my skin reels at its chilling touch
Harmony concedes to an epithet of solemn solitude; it creeps within my very bones
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Tujhe laga jo ** ki hai tujhe mujhse pyaar,
Jaan, tujhe badi galatfehmi thi.
Tujhe laga jo ** ki hai mujhe tujhse pyaar,
Jaan, tujhe bada sahi laga.
Tujhe laga jo ** ki hona mera kuch nahin,
Jaan, tujhse badi koi buddhu nahin.
If you felt that you indeed loved me,
Baby, you're a girl so naïve,
If you had felt that I had loved you,
Baby, you felt just so true.
If you felt that I am just a sore loser,
Baby, none is dumber than you.
You're the dumbest – yeah you read it right,
For you got scared of an imaginary tempest,
You deserve for yourself not me but the best,
For you, the best is that fair bit less than me.
Some sorry loser will be yours – I'm outta it!
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
I'VE HEARD OF SHANGRILA - THEY SAY
THE HOTEL IS NOT TOO FAR - JUST STROLL
IN, ORDER YOUR MEAL AND THEN I'LL
TELL YOU ABOUT THE DEAL : FIFTEEN
THOUSAND POUNDS FOR TEN PEOPLE,
SOUNDS A BIT STEEP AND I'LL ASSURE
YOU IT'S NOT AN ERROR - FROM SHARKS
FIN SOUP TO ABALONE, MUST BE BETTER
THAN HOME-ALONE OR IS IT? GROSS
OPULENCE FOR MOST OF US - ANY TRAVEL
PROBLEMS - WE'LL BUY THE BUS - A MERE
SNIP FOR MR. ABROMOVITCH - WE WOULDN'T
WANT TO QUEER HIS PITCH, PERHAPS IT'S
TIME TO PAUSE AWHILE, JUST TO SEE MY SICKLY SMILE.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
lost. in. oblivion.
my mind shall not wander,
as it is lost in oblivion,
my heart shall not break,
as it is lost in oblivion,
i am determined not to be a lost girl,
lost in oblivion;
although,
admittedly,
i am already,
lost;
in;
oblivion.
the darkness consumes my soul,
drowning in my own tears,
as i think,
why me?
although
i brought this upon myself,
tripping over my toes for the wrong person,
beating myself up for him,
when in fact,
i should not have been;
i was simply,
lost. in. oblivion.
you never loved me,
and you never will,
your negligence has caused me to be
lost. in. oblivion.
i shall never find my way out
of this darkness you call oblivion,
i put myself here,
and i will stay here,
until the end of my days.
unless
my days have already ended,
lost. in. oblivion.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
*
More Structure, Bald Nature.
Intelligences without a Heart of Conscience.
Lost in the battle of Negligence.
*
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Scarcity of phrase,
Once regarded in adoration,
Takes another phase,
Undergoing a transformation.
And hence,
Negligence.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
Why am I too innocent?
My responsibilities I neglect
Why am I not responsible
Unlike the rest
I'm younger than most of them
But I can keep up
But I get used...
Abused by those who dislike me
People you least expect
Take advantage
And abused my innocence
They left no mercy for me
Until when
Will I have to keep swimming out
The neck deep ****
Being dumped on me
When will I grow up?
When will it all stop
When...
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC