"blameful" poems
Horrid and morbid, bitter, glittered and littered memories! Automotives, adaptive captives, movies, motives, Natives, locomotives, obsessive and possessive. Some awesome, brilliant, different, ignorant, persistent and resilient. ****** and exotic! Some memories are eccentric, fantastic, futuristic, magic, logistic, optimistic,
plastic, realistic, tragic or sadistic. Some random sizes with hidden prizes! Blameful, gainful, lameful and painful. Dreary destinies, diaries, inquires, weary rivalries, stories and theories in memory.
In theory, memories made from cheers and fears, jeers and tears!
Of amends, amens, omens, gems, hymns and stems. Memories
abbreviated and dedicated, deviated and medicated! Memories cased,
edited and erased. Evangelically, eventually everyone inherits! They’re like tiny merits! They spike the psych. They strike and are unlike. Memories of bites, defects, dislikes, effects, fights, flights, insects, logics, neglects, objects, plight, projects, protests, recollects, reflects
rejects, respects and suspects. Memories of fate and hate! Some are not great. Memories of schemes, screams or themes of dreams that seem. Memories of small, memories of tall! Memories in despise, memories
of lies. Memories of wise; beyond the skies, as I close my eyes…
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
You would pull out our feathers
and have us thank you for it.
Who are we but women
injected with black venom
to strip the song from our chest
It starts as a whisper, a twisting hand,
so begins the mutilation of our wings.
We find our once sharp tongues forked
singing only false promises, alluring lies.
You tell us:
Lose consciousness and gain it
Become your body and rid the mind
Elicit desire
You want this
Does it matter?
You have made us blameful anyway
All will overlook
the crimes against the Mockingbird.
We are criminals
Featherless, naked, lying mute
Use us
for we are nothing
but the impression
of a symbol lost.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
I became your hidden habit
You tried hard to conceal
You didn't think about
How being a secret made me feel
Was it easy for you
To constantly shove me aside?
No matter how you hurt me
Always came back to your side
Did you like the attention?
The hours given to you?
Enjoy blameful tears of mine
Now I'm glad we're through
Don't mistake me for a fool again
Tired of your games
Know who you really are
I'm not diving into flames
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
snaking through a modal-jazz fine-tuned evening
this soft huddle of sweat and tender bodies
it was purely girls strobed, fired upon by the oncoming *****
of a maddened hand;
slowly becoming inured to this droning of the blameful balm
of evening, always when ennui starts
to wane I will start the car
and take myself to the edge of everything
and all the suddenness becomes inept
and I myself
a shot in the total dark
making it final
somewhere in Quezon City
given a levitation and you
are somewhat veined to my wall of disgust
the same as
finding an old, forgotten thing
you
have no use for.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
Each year, we arrive at the same knot of woods, having drawn the same straw.
We grasp, trembling, at what we imagine to be certain death:
A leaf, edges curved up, orange crudely splashed across green.
But would you spare a second thought for the falling leaf that subsumes your life?
Think. Why would the world continuously dash herself
Into pieces, render herself to ash, if she were not made of
Such stuff as phoenixes? Nature goes up into flames each year
With little to no ado, and heals herself without fuss.
Leaves throw themselves from great heights not in pursuit of ruination but of
Revival. Year after year after year we are asked this much:
Allow me to unfurl the fist with which you are clinging to this tree.
Comfort lies in confiding, confessing, and conceding. There is no need to be
Stronger than the Earth’s heart when she is offering it up
To you so singularly. Grant yourself this: that she wants you to
Smile and shine and grow.
Do you fear your fate in this moment? You misinterpret.
The blameful breeze you imagine you feel is, in actuality,
Earth’s unremitting whisper, pressed into your skin:
“Do as the leaves do. Follow, and fall. You are forgiven.”
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
God cast a wave to **** all who were wakeful
Whilst I was tense asleep
God then cast a final wave to all who kindred slumber
All souls to a heavenly keep
But I did arise in an earthly world
The second before deliverance
Now I am the last gothic plight
In the age of non existence
God’s fowl doing was for the good of mankind
A disease on His first creation
To wipe the slate clean, tabula rasa
Was a decision without hesitation
I was left to pillage and walk
Under the overcast clouds of all angels
Unfortunate son to the Father of life
Of whom am I to be blameful?
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
I’m not Careless
(But I’m not Careful).
I’m not Reckless
(But I’m not Mindful).
Why can’t Helpless and Careless conceive,
and why can only Reckless and Blameful breed?
Why is it that I swaddle Responsibility, the daughter of Action?
Why is it that I nurse Responsibility, the sister of Reaction?
For how many nights must I be disturbed by Responsibility’s cries?
She is your child, not mine
(But at the market, they all mistake me for the mother).
And somewhere you sleep soundly -
While here I weep silently,
failing to calm the screams of a weary infant hovering over my heart.
Would you say I’m less than because
I refuse to be Shameful?
Would you say you’re Regretful
or just Remorseless?
Will you father Responsibility,
or will I tuck her in every night?
I can’t answer for you
(But I’m not Voiceless):
None of this makes me less than a woman,
I can say what I’m not
(But I know what I am):
Powerful.
-bes-
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
I Was Just Looking For D,
Now I'm Adrift In The Sea,
So Sweetie Who Will I Be?
When You're Through With Me.
He's Looking Hungry I Think That He'll Tear Me,
Put On My Skin He's So Nasty He'll Wear Me,
I Know The Drill So *** Doesn't Scare Me,
I Feel The Thrill & Know Him Only Barely.
Shameful, I Know How I Change With The Flow,
Blameful, I'm Not How I Seem Let It Show,
Unattainable, I'm A Flame At The Wick,
Irrefutably, To My Light You Will Stick.
He's Charming Me,
Then Disarming Me,
Never Even Alarming Me,
All Of His Essence Calming Is Me.
Shameful, I Know What It Takes To Just Grow,
Blameful, Are People Who Darken Your Glow,
Unattainable, His Lips On My Brow While His Hands On My Hips & His Hands Take Me Now,
Irrefutably Yours, His Hands Cover Jaws, His Mouth Against Mine & It Crossed A Thin Line.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
I like what I see
In my kids;
Others may say, They're like her's or his;
That's okay, but they don't see
The subtleties revealed to me.
They were listening when I spoke,
And now they hear other folks;
They were watching when I'd act
In sync with our social contracts.
Please and Thanks was our mantra,
Repeated now as personal dogma.
I didn't see they were watching,
Watch they did, and they were copying.
Believe me, I'm not being boastful,
If that's the case, I too am blameful
For anything that causes pain,
Though unintended, it's the same.
I'm so pleased with my kids,
And they aren't just like
Her's or his;
They're mine.
And I like what I see in their kids.
Do you like what you see
In mine?
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
We're obsessive, compulsive, good looking, repulsive..
Ever blameful with our faultless sight..
We're passive aggressive..
We're manic depressive..
We're even bipolar, that's right..
We're psychotic, neurotic..
Free wheeling, robotic..
From the day into the night..
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Your name last night alighted on my phone
and gave my nightstand luminescent pride
re-lighting torches that within me shone
to brightly once, consumed themselves, and died.
The embers of my love, mocked by this light
re-grow themselves to match their history
engulfing me in flames as though by right.
the cost? My cost. She burns up all of me.
Incineration forced my smouldering hand
to grab the blameful spark of my desire
and as I grabbed this coal, this too hot brand
the light went out, you left me with my fire.
and so let lesser hearts be swan or dove,
the Phoenix is the spirit of my love.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
The steel-clad walls of the past
have been demolished once for all
pages of old books have been torn
and thrown into the fire---this is a new dawn and call-
the self shall no longer live
in chains nor fettered by blameful time
its garden is replanted with fresh flowers
weeds have been uprooted and the future outcome
shall reward the resurrected heart
ah, how wondrous, inspiring and precious
every living moment is -- bursting with unrestrained song
every breath drawn in is a feeling miraculous
if I were destined to die on the morrow it would be
a blessing still with your every embrace and kiss
love, the taste of love and all its glorious splendour
I would have inherited for eternity--nothing else would I ever miss.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Today I looked into your eyes
and saw straight into your soul
elation was all I saw
reminding me of our fatal human flaw
in finding any reason not to be happy.
Why would we choose to be free,
when we can hold
grudges
and contempt?
When we feed hate to our hearts
we will always be starving on discontent.
I can't formulate any words
as comforting as your favorite blanket might be
or the smell of your home,
familiar faces,
and friendly streets
where it's no longer safe to meet.
But know, that when I caught your gaze
and our eyes locked
you reminded what it means to act with pure love.
Like an electrical bolt to my system
you revealed what I was missing.
Apples are not oranges
they cannot be compared
but any pain that I've been through
doesn't scratch the surface of yours.
I am overjoyed by the smile on your face
while simultaneously disgusted
with the entire western human race
that forced you to endure tragedy
then had the audacity
to label you a threat
unworthy of our compassion
undeserving of our resources.
When our backs are turned against the oppressed
it sure is hard to see they don't live like the rest
pushed to the corners of society
in the good ole' U.S.A that's our notoriety.
Any xenophobia we harbor
is just plain shameful
yet you don't see anyone as blameful
and when I think about that
I can barely breathe
How is it, that it's only love you seethe?
We drew pictures for each other
and I distracted you from your lesson
but you taught me a valuable one.
I have more to learn from you
rest assured, it won't be the last time you see me
under the Swedish sun.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
O, clement thoughts those settle in my world of loneliness,
And bloom mild passionate colors of lenient sadness;
Your apathetic thorns of pitiful innocent accusation
Poke my painful bleeding wounds of frustration,
And engulf my gasping humanity in wild ruination,
While I still stand a dim deeming bough in wilderness
Of my human quake, of my blameful fall into futile awareness,
And dream like a man, and think as pious flawless creation,
Of paltry wisdom that's immured in insignificant desolation;
Here all alone carrying my eternal agony into calm distress,
Which anneals my burdens and darkens my insipid egress,
while lost elation strolls beyond my depressed horizon,
and is granted for all, I think, and all think I'm beyond their isolation.
thus the weal of weary ignorance is concealed in vigilant blindness.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
Before you came and rescued me from self-destruction
I was once confused and naive
Believing lies and making up truths, all examples of make-believe
I was desperate to feel something other than betrayal
Desperate to fall in love, and to create my happiness
When things fell apart, I convinced myself I was blameful
When oceans formed on my cheeks that night, I realized his ungratefulness
I had given so much of me
So much time had past
So many secrets buried in our hearts
Yet I was the one who felt empty
Watching him with all his sweethearts
Leading me on with empty promises and fake joy
How could my heart be this damaged by this boy
Suddenly everything else made sense
Like puzzle pieces coming together
His true colors came to light and revealed all the nonsense
Finally, I blamed myself the most.
Ignoring red flags and making up excuses
Convincing myself he was perfect to my friends
Even though I felt bruises in my heart
I was smarter than this
I thought I was falling in love
Really, I was just falling.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 6:31 AM UTC