#unaware
Were we taught to differentiate
what we prayed for
&
what we are praying for?
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
People claim to be,
Something of dreams.
They fail to notice me,
Filling my memory's reams.
I was there, standing still,
Your presence remained, unaware;
Moving your lips, with no will,
Harsh words came out, didn't care.
You left the site,
Slamming the door.
In "café delight"
Ending our lore.
I stood there, across the door,
Watching you leave once more.
My flowers lay upon the ground,
Yet you left without a sound.
You claimed to be searching,
Seeking for a lovely shard
You failed to notice me, lurking,
With Lamprocapnos in my yard.
And I remained,
Standing like a stand,
When we no longer sustained
Also when started to expand.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
Does it look like I care?
No sir
Easy answer
But you can't see in here
Unaware or pretender?
Oblivious or clueless?
Neither
I don't make myself clear
To the goings on between each ear
What takes over top tier?
It's all fear
I checked there earlier
There's plenty of that here
A hypocrite because took second chair to fear
I let it steer,
Did nothing as it ground through every gear
While telling others of the inherent danger
Watching it veere right before approaching what I'm after
I can only look in the rear view or side mirror
One shows issues catching up,
The others closer than they appear
A hard knock heir
There's not a lot to envy in here
I don't have it in me to care
If I could I probably would, I swear
©2024
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 8:39 PM UTC
Life can seem like a nightmare
I'm afraid of all of the time
I release my flair in the night air
Noticing all the fear is of the same kind
I more than recognize the familiar glare
The eyes looking back at me are mine
Aware that I'm unaware
Fair or not,
Witness my paradigm
©2024
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Do not pity the
flower that has
died, it will bloom
once more, as an
ephemeral moment in life
you held dearly, in truth,
you were unaware of
how it always
returned.
May 16, 2022
May 16, 2022 at 9:30 AM UTC
Closed your eyes
Now you never know
It does not hurt
Neither make you grow
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~ N.N.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 7:58 AM UTC
I say I don't care
Laugh at problems like it's fine
Masking hurt I feel
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
Crickle n crackle.
The walls are caving in.
Crumble n cobble.
My head begins to wobble.
4 corners of a room
Created in doom
Makes me wonder, am I on shrooms.
******* and shriek
cringle and shingle
I began to chuckle at my knees buckle
what day of the week
I have become so utterly bleak
this will be my meek.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:41 PM UTC
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Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 6:40 PM UTC
I watch you lay there
The light of my screen creates a glare
You seem unreal
So peaceful
Unaware
Of the mess that is loving me
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
Why must I feel the way I feel?
Want to wake up but this nightmare is real
Too many mazes clouding my brain
Swirling in circles driving insane
Poor judgement leading emotions down hazardous roads
Lugging regrets like oversized loads
I worry
Stress over nothing at all
Convince feet I'm destined to fall
Tripping over thoughts I create
Actual obstacles don't get in the way
Self-sabotaging before having a chance to fail
Sink the boat BEFORE setting sail
It is better to know you're a loser than be unaware
Best get used to being alone because others won't be there
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC
I always felt that i was rare
my name was written
for a beautiful fate ahead
i believed and I cared
but maybe I was just a spare
it is evident as of late
or it was like this forever
my eyeglasses weren't clear
so now that i see
as I compare me and her
and them, it feels so obvious
but there was nothing
I could have done different,
so I was blissfully unaware
I don't have another pair
and there is nothing to repair
it is a line to follow ahead
where life is not fair.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
I miss days we knew before
Both of us were free
Blissfully naive
Unaware
Our lives were so easy
I took it for granted
Then it went to hell
Would give up everything
To again be under that magic spell
Back when each day was happy
Along with each night
A simple conversation
Occurred without a fight
I miss not carrying weight of the world
Weightless when we'd kiss
Those people we used to be
Would be shocked it's come to this
How did we let potential slip away?
Is this what we're destined to be?
Is it possible to attain
The future young hearts used to see?
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Weep in the sun
All will think
It's nothing but necessary sweat
Beading from moist eyes
Even when the sun goes down
The sweat moves
Down like a river
From a vision lens
Relied on
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
Our beginning , like new life
was pure.
So far away are the days that like the horizon seemed filled with eternal promises to face
side by side.
First as friends,
then as frolicking fools
too blind to see the roads sharp fork
that would divide like a deep chasm.
Still, we rushed forward
on passions temporary fuel
hitting the first bump,
soon to be trapped in a cycle
of blissful agony,
like new life growing only to wilt
in the unceasing cold to come.
But, as a dead flower leaves a seed,
So did we leave scars,
that tells a tale to carry each of us
with the other as we move on.
Perhaps,
A lesson learned or a wound
to be examined on colder days,
that like the markers along
a journey
guides us going forward.
So as dents display the wisdom our once
fresh bodies did develope on our trip,
We learned to seek out bumps to avoid
and though we drive different roads
In opposite seasons,
peace floods me as
the passing road markers
down memory lane become
like the grave stone on that forking road
where I layed each wilted petal
of the flower on the dash
to rest along the road on that autumn trip.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
It was a sad thing
To realize
How limited my topics
Of poetry are
Either some embodyment
Or my overflowing
Emotions
Or a strange
Out of the box
Analogy to something I
Learn in school
Or,
Simply a reflection
On the people
Around me
Something I’ve
Observed
In my sheltered
Surroundings
Perhaps
One of the above
Coupled with
Some fantastical
Figment
Of my imagination
But apart from that...
Politics, issues, society
Beyond that which I have
Been exposed to
Plenty,
There’s absolutely
Plenty to write about
Rather than
Simply,
Focusing on my
Own
Centered
Little bubble
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
She says that people don’t listen to her
I hold back my retort that
“She doesn’t listen to others”
She mentions how everyone keeps leaving her
I hold back my retort that
“Maybe if you were more aware of others it’d be easier to stay with you”
Honestly,
It’s more complex than that
To an extent,
I admire
Her ignorance of her surroundings
Those around her
Because,
I’m hyper aware
Too self conscious
Too worried about how others think of me
She’s the opposite
So wrapped up in a cacoon
Of her own problems
She doesn’t notice those around her
But this can also pose problems
A LOT
Of problems
We were best friends in eighth grade
But we grew
And I couldn’t handle
Such a close relationship
With her
I tried to expressly wait for her
Remember her birdthday
She didn’t notice
Or even if she did,
It was never reciprocated
I was talking
She’d respond
Immediately switching
The conversation
To herself
It’s not maliciousness
It’s just plain ignorance
But what can I do?
I’m still friends with her
She’s just not-nowhere near
The top of my list
I can’t go up to her
And tell her this
She’d take it the wrong way
But even then,
Who am I to tell her how to live her life?
I have enough social issues of my own
And she’s fine just the way it is
It’s extremely frustrating
Seeing a problem
But being unable
To do anything
About it
She wants more friends
She has to put in that effort
And I can’t
Be
The
One
To advise her how
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
On an old windowsill of a crooked windowpane in a beaten house
Lies a window-moth on a ***** window cloth.
drained, defeated, and done
Time and again,
It tattered its wings and shattered its face,
plunged at the glass, losing its grace.
She's drawn to a dim light
spilled through a cracked window
into the darkness of the room.
Like a waking terror of the night,
With one half there and the other out of sight.
Hallucinating a pathway through fantasy
Seeking clarity in rays of insanity
Contained by a glass and wooden frame.
painfully numb,
with an urge to move forward
A consuming obsession,
to make it to the Moon.
That lambent orb in the skies
A brilliant ball full of lies
Ignorant to the impenetrable mass,
or the number of miles between the moon and glass.
No matter how much it desires,
No matter how much it tires,
Nor thee amount of blood she taranpires,
The glass is unbreakable,
the goal unattainable,
The truth unbearable.
The Godforsaken feeling,
of seeing, and believing,
yet never achieving.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC