#recklessness
𝔐𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲
ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔐𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
If, I were Indian
I would be A. P. J.
AbdulKalam
descendant son
And, to be
Gandhi's legatee
To marry a young
Nigerian senorita, to
give birth a pretty
And beautiful baby
To copy all I imitated
From my fore fathers
To lead Nigeria and, to
revolutionize the nation
To grow more than
Russia and to be
Like Saudi Arabia
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
Driving 220, beltless, with Elisabeth,
Half a foot beside me: Certain Death,
Nature: an incomprehensible blur,
-- Were we rushing to live, or to die? --
That's one thing you could not infer.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
‘rabbit hearted’, my friends say.
they nod, all agree.
my muscle, they know, beats fast,
thud thud thud against its small cage
whenever i’m about to do
something incredibly stupid
that will put everyone in sticky situations.
‘sticky’, they say, ‘is a funny word’,
as my shoes are, they laugh,
‘glued like bubblegum to trouble’.
my old shoes, i stare at them and hum,
have seen a lot of bubblegum,
that much is true.
and my friends, they’re ********
they smile bright at me, they cackle and sing.
‘don’t you think’, they joke like they always do,
‘that your head is the troubling part?’
so i sigh, and ask why like i always do.
they say, ‘your head comes with malfunctioning brakes, mate.’
so i think, maybe, rabbit hearted as i might be, the impossible chimera that ignites my every move must be a lion, or something that roars just as loud, with no shoes at all.
but in the end, all i say is ‘i can’t drive anyway’.
at least my friends laugh.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
I feel it coming
The rush of recklessness
The active adrenaline
As it surges through my body
I may fall
But I will rise
And continue on
Only one life to live
May it be my last
As I run past
Towards the setting sun
Youth is like a day
Early brightness
That dies out like a star
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Fabricate the world,
tile by tile,
Until the towers sway.
Overlook the foundations,
in your frenzy;
cement them another day.
Let the buildings descend;
frightened humans,
their lives in jeopardy
They felt invincible,
now are vulnerable-
their lives have become tardy.
* * *
the bird soars high above
the streets are empty
its screeches for
we are no more
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
A mask is something we wear to hide our real selves. Some of us wear our masks all the time while others don’t even realize they have masks at all.
Her mask is the epitomy of wealth and prosperity... so why are you on food stamps?
Her mask drives a bmw.....is that why you can’t make your car payments?
Her mask buys fivoluous **** that she’ll never use...is that why you overdraw your bank accounts?
Her mask is a lie she’s lived her entire life....is that why you wasted all your money?
Her face tells the real story...your irresponsible, self-serving, with an insatiable appetite for anything that you can’t have.
A mask helps you pretend to be someone your not.
But the thing about masks is...
They all have to come off eventually.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
my furniture is sentient
and i am not as real
as i might like to be.
mild hallucinations,
like dramamine
without the paranoia.
is this a dissociative?
i did a little research
and i was going to have a sitter
but it came early and i
wanted to try it and - yes
i am just one bad decision
away from prison, one bad
decision away from lying
unconscious in a ditch.
salvia is legal and
causing me to calculate
the realities of the life
i am choosing to steer
with reckless ambition.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
You say you love all of me,
like I am your better half.
But half of the things that go through my mind
have only made you laugh.
You say you love my madness,
but your love felt just lukewarm.
While on the inside I'm a commotion;
a constant, violent storm.
You touch me with tenderness.
and I lie that I like it too,
but the truth is that I feel myself
when I am not with you,
because passion and recklessness
find a home in my soul;
so when I am set on fire
is only when I'm free and whole.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
Tempting,
to test your luck, to push
the boundaries until they
break and let loose like
floodgates.
It may destroy a lot, but it sure as hell changes the landscape.
Besides,
there is a sort of sick beauty
in watching something
come apart, something
terrible and mesmerizing
about destruction.
See, there are some parts of god I understand.
And you,
always you with the other
answers, about love and
mercy and all that rot.
Together we sing the pieces, you said.
It's all we can do.
It's all we know.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
You and I were a summer thunderstorm,
Tension building in the distance, then
Shattering in a crack of thunder.
Whirlwind of passion, we never could
Have lasted, but, like hell we tried. The
Storm lost its ferocity, and all that was left
Is the damage in its wake.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:57 PM UTC
I feel if I move from this place the sharpness of my knees will cut through the skin shrinking to be closer to my fragile bird bones or that upon lifting the body I am allowing to deteriorate the blood may rush too quickly behind my eyes leaving me unable to keep from tumbling and shattering in a beautiful spray of technicolor
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Such heaviness
Bearing on me
All-consuming
Eating away
From all sides.
Soon
I must all be gone.
I feel.
Oh how I feel.
So many tears
How could this body
This tool
Hold so many
They fall down
As I do.
Without warning
Under attack.
I am helpless
I am powerless.
It is too late
But
I do
Deserve this.
Treasure maps
Fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it’s time
Call me back when it’s passed
No one to blame
But my stupid
My reckless
My self.
As ever
I shouldn't have.
As ever
I did.
The cure?
Time.
Or better yet
A time-machine.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC