#wreckless
A love paradox — I don’t fall in love…
I fall into question: “I think I’m in love”—
no… I’m not.
Going missing… or just missing you?
Acting reckless— but when I recover
from this, I’m hoping to be wreck less.
A better conclusion.
Feels like my face is about to break out—
“please don’t press that pimple;”
Don’t force heal the issue, as your skin
keeps trying to find a way out; this body’s
just a cage we decorate, while dreaming
of a way to break out.
Overall, watching life through opposing
mirrors— every reflection arguing with itself
showing me more than it appears
Layers stitched in silence, truth tucked under
presentation; there’s more of you beneath
those overalls.
Protect yourself, invest your health, extend
your wealth, learn from others; be yourself.
Who are you trying to impress, if they really
don’t value your self?
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:53 PM UTC
I have my weakness learned—
Ugly, but no I can't
for a second hate its burning light.
I should be called reckless,
something close to wreckless,
you bet I prefer this maleness.
I leave the toilet seat up,
eat loudly and drop a ***** cup,
take a bath then go for my long lap.
It's the cost of my hero—
bravery wears this kind of raw.
Kings do what they **** well like,
sometimes breaking rhythm, ignoring strike.
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
I'm tired of being responsible.
I miss the days of my youth
It wasn't a shock when I didn't show up.
I was always moody, blue.
I miss spending the day in bed.
Reminiscing, crying, *******
Acting wild, getting myself
into trouble. Constantly running.
Midnight skinny dipping with men
whose mouths i'd never taste again.
nights with people whose names i had
to write down so i wouldn't forget.
it's not being an adult...
i'm fine being grown.
alcohol, drugs, ***
no one can tell me no
its the spontaneity i miss
the ability to freely
do things i shouldnt
innocent ignorant silly
i miss being wreckless
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
i am both a creator and destroyer
i created a fantasy
and i destroyed my soul
m.j.n.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC
Some days I just lye awake
I don’t know why or how nothing I can ever take to get rid of this feeling
There’s nothing I do I’m trapped in my own mind in own time I just rewind reflect I need to be checked my mental status is on a new apparatus
That is just how it is and it will be forever me but I can’t explain that I’m in love with the feeling that I will never get better no matter the weather out side it’s always cloudy in my brain I feel like I’m in sane and I love it I cry I’m depressed re obsessed with the way my mind thinks that it’s ok to be this way but this is how I see the day on the daily and lately I thought I was mapping it out turns out i was farther from the truth then I have ever been and this I’ve already seen. Been there done that I’m done with this crap i wish it was over but I can’t end the pain that keeps me alive because if I’m not in it I don’t know, who am I
You ever look up and feel the sky
Try to think can’t find a single reason why,
Are you dead and or alive
Like what’s inside
All that hard **** god **** know we tried but never had the best of times
Always looked for the light though we felt it die each try
It’s written down now get in the ground
This is the sound of repression now
Sound cloud rapper with depression how stereotypical, slip knot music video while I slit my wrists how sick is this
How twisted do I need to get
Enough to feed the fit
Get me too get treated
I can’t help it I got a disease
****** up mentally
Forget my recipe
This is the way it was not how it has to be how could we passively self destruct our own lives and not know it **** few more and would’ve blown it when I’m angry I just throw it, it’s just how I go through it, just how I knew it , blows up in my face every time shows up in every rhyme don’t know why just so angry it pains me I’m flaming at the the top prepaired for that massive drop, beat hit needle on the record. Calm and wreck less like twin injections this complextion got your head re derectin in every wich way checkin
For my flexin, hit the motor plex an decide to keep right, right where I want you i own you I pown you
I guess you got to wake up to invent you’re own destiny
Formulate a plan become lyrical Peter Pan
Got you lookin like a meter man
Now I know your not man made
Put down this charade Or you’re gonna need clinic aid
Written spitten pain
Guess I’m just a rap guy
Guess I’m just a sad guy
Guess I’m just a mad guy
Guess I’m not a good guy
Guess I’ll say good bye
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Smoked up a half
Others think we’re mad
Perfectly complimenting
Infectious laugh
Overwhelming energy
Creating a perfect synergy
Twin souls
The missing piece
Bonnie to my Clyde
An atomic release
Wreaking havoc
On every road we tread
Kiss explosive
Exuding various shades of red
Straight from the bottle
Drinking whiskey
Lips taste of alcohol and apple
Before we go full throttle
Getting frisky
In the back of a packed bar
No thoughts of who can see
You put your hands all over me
Smoking cigarettes
Until our lungs hurt
Making bets
Behind smirks
Knowing we can’t win here
Overcoming every fear
Of any consequence
Or anyone that comes near...
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
He stood with his face to the firey blaze,
The background sooty and ashy,
He told her "everything was alright, it's okay."
Violent flames lashing and smoke wisps vanishing,
It's just that...every second leads to something,
A cough, a rash...a blank wall...then some monitors,
Then you're dead, it's the same thing every time,
So why not live for good? Why not breath the air
Like you've never gotten the chance to know how,
To run like children into the woods...
...or you're dead already.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
it’s all just a matter of re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing
my head back in place
everytime they walk by
no distractions no distractions
follow the straight and narrow--
yes, we follow the straight and narrow,
the girls wrapped with the tight
elastics and see through tops
the powdered faces and porcelain bodies that
seem to go on and on and on
but it’s all just a matter of looking ahead
keeping your head on straight
no distractions no distractions
even as the mascara flickers on their eyelashes
like black fireworks on a white sky
even as they float by stealing time
with their hourglass figures and ancient eyes
but no
not this time
nodistratctions nodistractions nodistractions
it happens everytime they talk or sigh and especially
when they say goodbye
but to hell with all these silly teenage girls
and their platinum-blonde/midnight-black/chestnut-brown/blood-red
personalities-- stuck in the wrong realities
constantly throwing themselves
against the walls walls walls
cutting their fingertips on the sharp edged boys they clutch at
until they bleed bleed bleed
wondering why no one ever hears their
desperate tears tears tears
looking to boys like me to catch them
when they fall fall fall
but it’s just a matter of turning away--
re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing
my head back in place
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Wreckless love will do no good
With a one sided die, painted faceless white
Not a chance comes from all the throws you could do
Just familiar movement, to a dead end sight
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC