#obliviousness
Everyone gets hungry.
But it does depend on what you are hungry for.
When people meet me they are hungry for friendship
But it doesn't last
They use your energy, your time, your ability to do things
And turn it upside down making it worthless.
People took advantage of my kindness.
Look where that got me.
My confidence has been shot
now holding a bullet in my chest
They could do whatever they wanted
They didn't have to follow the rules.
But they would ask me if they could do something.
I wouldn't know the consequences and they would beg me to
They would plead with me
and I'd relent
But for them it was never enough.
They always wanted more from me.
The more I gave the more hungry they became
They feed on my will to please them
They drank my fear of being a bad friend.
a bad human being.
Not any more.
I've changed
And over the years
Carefully people have been chosen for my trust.
They don't want from me
They don't strive to be me
They want to be with me.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
The world is full of noise.
School, Home, Work;
we all know that the world is full of noise.
but sometimes, the near silent
-skitch, scratch-
of pencil lead against paper is the sound that you hear, instead of the scream that the poem it's creating represents.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
Your obliviousness makes me want to lay out all the suppressed words on the wooden surface -
Would you pick them up
or leave the table?
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
I wonder if she feel the fire when she close 2 me
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I try 2 keep 2 the shadows so they don't notice me
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We always texting n chatting but she don't go wit Me
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She still in love wit that ***** so she don't notice me
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Like baby who do u hit up whenever yo rage is pent up
I say n u should get rid of the old, forget that *** *****
But he yo 1st so I get it, he own yo soul so I face it
I gotta buy u from buddy or let my burner cremate'em
I hope in time u will c
How much n love we can b
Maybe if I get mo famous
Maybe if I got mo cheese
Maybe if I got u jewelry my love a enter yo soul
Baby wit u Imma sona, without im 'deslant n cold
I think I'll never ever make this right
Cuz cupid gave me bad advice
He told me she will love u back but all she do is fake n fight
He told me id c heaven's gates n all I saw was vacant eyes
Would hurt her if it helped me cope but that means nothing in my life
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(I ran outta **** 2 say, but I love u girl. Stop ****** around n let me have u.....heh heh.......)
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
What is it that makes me bleed profusely?
I search for this plank in my eye... sawdust?
Like the grains of sand and gravel, subtly,
We then subconsciously blink to adjust,
Avoiding an unfortunate sully.
Blood had spewed everywhere as if a splash!
Blinded and beneath waves of sultriness,
Boiling and cauterizing subtle wounds,
This juxtaposition of subtle pain.
Pain has always been subtle, always has.
Like the way your glasses broke into shards.
I have always known these fragments of glass.
Never blood, sand, gravel, sawdust, a plank.
But your subtle beautiful concussion.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
A sudden power outage
Rams home
Light's advantage!
What exactly is meant
By inexorable grief,
Dawned on me
Off my guard
When you
Turned brief,
Setting my heart afire
With anguish
That knows not a relief!
What a dead or dump nose
That doesn't sense
Death hovers close!
That is why
Oblivious to facts on the ground
I stuck to"Forever together!"
Yet,happily
The Almighty lends
The bereaved power
To outgrow
Such a gloomy hour!
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
standing between us is a one way mirror
i'm one of the observants
and you're an innocent child who doesn't know anything
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Twitch, Twitch
churned until it turns to a sweet fluid
the mystical food that fills the land with warmth
and light
and depth
churn that butter, rippled with fat
with that wooden broom stick working your magic
let your creation poison the world......
about 14 people to be exact on that day
let the sweat be the honor of your work to the devil
let your wrinkles be the prize of that deed
let your creaky and barren home be the result of your selfishness and obliviousness
you don't care, you never cared
let your Blood Diamonds be the new pandemic of the sorrow, sullen, world.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC