#unpredictable
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Finally falling
very deep down asleep
and into a dream
she would not allow
in the house
Crawling through
her tear duct
he hopes for a return
to the ordinaries
she's becoming habit-forming
A case of the smirks
in the confusion room
laughing at what
she can't explain
tumbling about intwined
A map for tactical nonsense
he requested something
that revealed more
about herself
*so she sent him a ****
Vertigo season, villainous bliss
both crazy happy but dizzy
not the world
they came for
but one they can live with
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
You are very, very hard to read,
I thought thay you were what I need,
I won't pressure you, nor will I plead,
I will just simply let you be.
I can't predict what will happen tomorrow,
I am filled with pain, and with so much sorrow,
No time was taken, nor was it borrowed,
It's my own destiny that I will follow.
If you didn't want to come around,
How you look so unhappy, and so let down,
You do have such an noticeable frown, and now you're complaining, just cting like a clown.
If you wanted to leave I suggest you go,
Can this be fixed, well I don't know,
If we reconcile, it will be real slow,
because you are just
UNPREDICTABLE!!
B.R.
Date: 3/3/2026
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:15 PM UTC
sometimes i wonder how the universe works
how it lets two paths cross
quietly
without warning
i feel lucky in ways i cannot explain
like something gentle chose me
on a day i was not looking
and maybe this is nothing
or maybe it is everything
i do not know yet
all i know is
when things are good
my heart forgets how to stay calm
and i get anxious over the smallest things
as if i am afraid to want too much
but there is a part of me
that hopes
if it is meant to be
it will stay
soft and steady
like a promise whispered
only the soul can hear
and i try not to feel more than i should
but feelings grow quietly
like light slipping through a window
even when i tell myself not to let it in
so i let myself be grateful
just for this moment
just for the way my heart rests
a little easier
when you are somewhere in the world
without ever knowing
you are the reason why
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
Sometimes I scroll through
The messages you
Sent and try to
Figure out
If you ever actually
Cared about
Me.
Because on some days
You'd say
I was the only one who
Understood how you
Were feeling and on others
It's like we
Don't even know one another
And after ghosting me
For a day or two
Now you're suddenly
Willing to do
Anything for (one of your) best
Friends.
I don't know how many
Times it seemed to be
That you would end
This torture but if I
Know anything about you
It's that time'll pass by
And neither of us are going to
Do
Anything because I keep foolishly
Hoping you'll change and you're
Too blind to see
Just how much you're hurting me.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:09 AM UTC
Like a cat, I am unpredictable,
following you around wanting your touch.
And I act like I love and want you,
Only to retreat when it's all too much.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 3:18 PM UTC
He called in for a shower after being alone on the streets for a week.
Is that time enough
to get ***** for a shower
as a man nearly twenty-six
in years.
She could turn him away
like her father’s sister
might have and did.
From time to time.
It all depended on how many times in a week,
month, or year
he would show up without a call.
Without knowing he still existed.
Somehow, his presence and
absence
were a mixed blessing.
His presence was like a merry-go-round
that goes against the earth’s pull.
Like a brazen thorn
stuck into your shoe.
Unpredictable.
Vacuum-like.
******* all the ***** things in.
Taking everything in its sight
and power and making
everything contort
to his reality.
Where he and only he resided.
Would she open the door for him?
What she does know
is that she might risk speaking
in a bright happy voice
of a mother
so gladsome to see her son.
Welcoming him in.
Rather than turning him away
because of his inconvenience.
Grief is inconvenient.
That is one thing she knows.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 9:36 AM UTC
a dusky walk
through the middle
of the park
clear of
the shadows
of branch
and leaf
at its edges
the only light
stretched out
but struggling
from distant
lamp posts
or the
yet more distant
halo of moon
breaching cloud
it is enough
to plot
a route by
but not
with confidence
a leather flapping
overhead
tells tale
of bats
in their erratic
yet assured flight
abhorred
by many
perhaps for
that very reason;
unpredictable
unflinching
not flying
the expected path
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 6:05 AM UTC
It’s been raining for 4 days straight.
It’s hard for me to get up in the morning.
Day and night, It’s still gloomy outside.
The sound of the rain is seemingly alike with your voice.
Actually, the tears of the rain is your own tears.
The sadness that you don’t quite understand yet.
You said you like how the clouds clear after the rain.
Ironic, you like to solve problems, numbers.
But you can’t even face yours.
The rainbow brings you hope.
I think you just hope for people to love you endearingly.
But they have to undergo heavy storm.
You hated the sun but you’re the sun.
You’re just coward of the heat.
Your own heat.
Just like the weather, you’re pretty unsure.
We don’t need to cross our paths again.
But I am wondering what makes you remember me?
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 5:07 AM UTC
A new year
Adding a number to the age
One year less to go
The life is so unpredictable
Mortality is real.
This could be my last
Isn't it a thought
The end will be my new beginning
Won't it be beautiful
A start with a finish.
It has been a year
And the day is back
A constant reminder
Of a time before when I didn't exist
But then I appeared
To be a speck of universe
So very tiny part.
The day after the day
Is a withdrawal,
No greetings, no messages,
Just left over piece of cake,
But here is the reminder
Call this friend,
It is his birthday now.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
If the pattern's unpredictable
What can I depend on
What does it mean to need someone
As far as I can tell
I don't even need myself
My heart doesn't beat because I say so
It beats for its creator
It beats because that's what it was made for
I tried to follow reason
It only took me so long
To see that all creation
Begins with the uncreated one
After the hypothesis and details
It was pretty simple
Our sin broke the system
And still your love persisted
That I never could have predicted
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
Day by day the rules has changed..
When the words false it's mean nothing..
The mission always same..
But the ways are different..
This is not mission impossible..
This is mission unpredictable..
How could the mission changes the rules..
Everyone didn't understand..
The way we look are different..
We have our eyes to be understood..
We have glasses to fill it full..
We have our opinion..
The mission didn't change..
But our mind are changes..
Let happens will be happened..
With all the happiness in the past..
With all the sorrow in the present..
With all the kindness in the future..
We are didn't change..
Our minds take the control..
The way we look..
The way we see..
The way we think..
The way we feel..
Hope everything gonna be alright in the end..
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
It's a bitter dance with fate.
He twirls me and I reply by stepping on his toes,
because I can't dance to such a foreign beat.
And fate is whisking me away,
moves unreliable and messy,
barely better at dancing than I am.
This can't last forever.
Eventually, we'll grow tired
of the confusion and unpredictable moves
each other will make.
And we'll break away to take our own steps,
off the dance floor and towards the buffet
where we gorge ourselves on the future
we choose for us.
The things we know will be what we want.
Fate cannot control us here,
He cannot lead us away on a mystical journey
going off into the misty evening.
At least, not until we open our eyes and realize:
We always come back to the dancefloor.
and Fate comes in many forms.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 3:14 PM UTC
Do you ever wish
On what peeves you most
To just dissipate?
I wish that I wasn’t so late
In learning when someone
Chooses to be filled with salt
And infectious contempt.
A warning system
Would be a nice addition
To this life of mine!
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
I want to be a magic like nature
Unpredictable but admirable.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
The manner loudly sniff its nose,
The manner quietly respond,
Way of asking questions
And four and five.
When I turned eight,
Got rid of those manners,
Then still a teenager
And in the future engineer.
The habit of staring at ads,
The habit of doing ten things,
Late today, early tomorrow,
Once all as I wanted.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity
until
the minutiae of life
drag you down into the depths of despair
a pure loyalty like no other
hidden by a dramatized emotional facade
always there to bring you up,
simultaneously bringing themselves down
it's a slippery slope--
emotional support
Oh, to be Mercutio--
is to be the eye of a hurricane,
winding about a center
--that may not be
as stable as it seems
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Others would think its sad
A person that is a person like her, him or them
Wants to make a person miserable
You would of thought they had a good heart
All of this will make your heart cold
Instead of your heart being gold
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC