"blindside" poems
So now I'm alone again,
Wishing we were more than friends.
You made me feel wanted,
With you I was home.
Now I'm begging you please,
Don't go.
I'm not good on my own.
This blindside,
It's knocked me off my feet.
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.
I never should have showed you,
What goes on in my head.
Dear god what's wrong with me?
What is it,
That makes everyone leave?
Is it the way that I look?
Do I talk in my sleep?
You say it's not me,
But I'm the one you're leaving.
We're crying in my room,
My cries have turned to screams.
So now I'm alone again,
Wishing this would end.
Torn between running back,
And never seeing you again.
How do you take back,
All those things you said?
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.
This is what's inside my head.
You feel guilty,
I feel dead.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
I spend many days
trying to sum up emotions
what do they equal to?
Feeling so much, and then so little,
I secure my belt
as I sit on this ride
these contradictions
blindside, and whiplash me.
But that's just life isn't it?
Peaceful, but frightful
joyful, but lonely...
I imagine that's an emotion
most people feel.
There's a longing so strong
I can almost touch it,
but it's not here.
And because of that my eyes are blurred
unable to see the beauty around me
even if there is just me
and things don't add up.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC
A knave to hold a soft core;
Schist, basalt, limestone!
A cross, kaleidescoping until it's square then into a passkey.
Solids, Solipsis, a patterned plane was your gift, almost as cruel as mine.
Given me, as due, for my recognition of your soul.
Your belief is a gaes, almost as burdensome as your mistrust.
A blindside for a blindside.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC
If experience has taught me anything (an unlikely assumption)
it is that if a woman ever tells you
-straight up-
that she’s a *****
she is not lying.
this advice is not at all useful.
at least; it hasn’t been for me
since every single time it happens
I insist that she’s just got low self esteem
or she’s joking
or she’s just had one of those days.
But a few months to a year later,
I find myself on the blindside of the road
bags barely packed
rushed out with the trash
in shock and agreement.
But see,
at least for me,
It’s hard to believe someone
when you’re in love -
which is not unlike losing your glasses
and sort of seeing blurs of people
not nearly as clear as you would with sober eyes.
I don’t expect anyone to heed my warning
I believe it even less than you do
to be honest.
I’m just a little drunk
and in a funk
and thinking way too much,
as I’m prone to do from time to time
in bars like this.
So, don’t pay me any mind
or do
I don’t care, really
how’d we get on this topic, anyway?
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
3 days
4 months
5 hours
6 minutes
7 ways to make you say "ooh"
I bought pizza kittens flying through space
Find your advertising ******* on my shirt
Let's travel to Pacoima
I hear it's nice there
Left field relationships
Right behind the nearest Amusement Park
It's getting easier not to give a ****
Oh goodness, language, good sir
Let's me and me lay down naked
Bear's fur
I do enough self loathing for the both of us
Single-awareness
I've tried to keep vigilant
Self-fucking for the hell of it
I spaced this one to the right
I take showers in flowers made of Novocaine and sea salt
I just realized the misspelling of lyrics and song names will never by my fault
Long lines of words and *******
Let's go to the nearest cineplex
Bottellas de vino y mas cerveza para mi!
Let's watch Jurassic Park in 3D
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
So busy wrapped up in the way that the stars were glowing
that I couldn't possibly foresee the dark path before me.
Touched what I've never touched before, seen what I've never seen before.
So busy searching for a shooting star that I would never see
that I paid no attention to my blindside.
Naive to my inner demons
"Lolli gagging" through a field of dreams
blocking my bright eyes from my realities.
Dancing through life as if I had nine lives.
Kept my mind angled in a way that could keep my fears at a far distance
Ears open but never listening.
So I soon became distracted with the way the moon seemed to call my name from a near distance.
Touched what I've never touched before seen what I've never seen before.
Snapped, crackled, and cringed into the real world.
Like a baby exiting the womb frightened by new sounds and new air.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
Stay over me
I feel you on the water
You converge with my faces
We have no space between
Work your way over my chestplate
Earn me with your stressed delay
Trust me when I keep you safe
I hold you here and dear when you're awake
Leave me to rest
Then you come back along to sing
With my body, you make the world scream
And I rewrite myself in you
So don't use me with the limelight
Like everyone has found in hindsight
I don't need another blindside
I need reanimating twilight
(starlight) to be aligned with you
(streetlights) to be aligned with you
(lifelines) to die inside with you
(hold on) to grow side by side with you
Who will be the one to claim me?
Who will be the one to slay me?
Will the music that I make end up making me?
When will there be lucidity for me?
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
how do you justify a head spun so spun from a virtual verbiage virtually vindicating a long lost ideal supposedly lost in the war, practically lives ago. closed eyes like picture frames for a face so quickly etched into their very own new and nervous neurons. novel indeed but hardly new, reminders and reminiscence of made mistakes recovering from the back burner blindside. yesterdays regrets dont matter much in this dream and a refusal to awaken is the only option. it's only what you've been waiting for if you recognize it when it passes you by on the boulevard. Numerous enough are my days for me to understand the importance of open eyes for blinking is risky with this vision. ice ages have taken hold and regressed since the last time that friendly chemicals werent responsible for such an onslaught of smirks. the concept of "we", of "us" something subsurface unseen yet present with a strong presence presenting preconceptions upturned and made moot. you frighten me in the best way. the best kiss my lips never received, from the pacific with love. from the sea itself.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
Tea with the drifters
lifting lids on the kids there and
they're all on the skids there,
the dossers and tossers,the pikeys
and grifters,
all with the same name and
sidelined,
blindside of the game,
and with nothing
to choose between see or be seen
we don't see.
We don't see the lean one,the tall one,
the
skinny and the short one,the young or
the old one,
the one with the dream gone but
we all see the hands out,
all fear the question,
(could that be me?)
'spare any change guv for a hot cup of tea?'
On a Sunday for some when we pray and give thanks,
there are some that work hard in the local food banks.
It is to them we should pray and not to some God of the day
who disappears at will.
And I'm sure God will forgive me for saying this system is *****
it ain't right,
someone's skimming the cream
someone's stealing the dream and
all we'll have left is
the night.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Ever tell someone you love them?
Holding it in not wanting to rush the thought
Let the word appear on its own
Enjoy what you have
Ever hear that they don't think it's going to work out?
You never saw it coming. A blindside.
They've been feeling this way for some time.
And you never even noticed
If you could shed a bit of light
A glimmer of hope
You tell her
"I love you."
Ever have someone cry because you said that?
Gasping for breath
Her voice echoing against the walls
Her sobs reach into you even through the phone.
I know what eternity feels like
When the one you love doesn't want you to love them.
When they break down, upset over letting this happen.
Her cry echos in my head to this day.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
your critique mimics
the chills down my spinal chord.
I've had an ache for weeks now-
seems there's not enough stretching myself thin
to rid of the pain in my neck now.
your lips form lashes around my tongue
and it seems I have acid sores
encompassing my lips
because everything you say to me is so toxic.
Your mouth is a battery,
you won't stop running it-
seems it recharges itself.
Seems I cannot throw it away-
it would harm too many others.
Standing in front of you I feel weak,
a version of myself I do not recognize.
Seems I was never strong enough to stand up to you-
so I backed down.
Time and time again
hiding how I feel for your benefit.
It's a shame whenever someone comes around
I wince, afraid you will use your acid tongue
to weather them down
and form rust stains out of their smile.
Most days, I clench my fists
ready to be a shield in their wake.
Most days, that's a mistake.
The high horse
you build your house upon
has grown higher-
you built it that way.
You look down at everything
and bask in the glory of your accomplishments.
The materialistic glow of your youth
shines down upon my face-
but you are not looking at me in awe.
You do not consider me something worthy
of your appreciation.
It seems you think you owe it to yourself
to be nothing less than egotistical,
you grew yourself this way.
Built it from the ground up
so treat it as you wish.
Your way is the only value.
My words are meek inside your muddy waters-
your mindset is clouded again.
I am the rain upon your parade.
Addiction runs in your blood
without something
you fall apart.
All I ever wanted
was for you to be better-
you can never give me that.
You give me a complex instead.
Read this back again,
come back to it and realize
that us women always marry our fathers.
and I can't decide which this poem is about-
I think it's my Father,
but it could also be
every man I have ever loved.
I'm still trying to find love
in between the lines I write
but I only find the past-
the one where love didn't exist
seems it's not enough anyway.
I can't find love
when you show it to my blindside
you don't even care to move in the right direction.
Let me get over-
you.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
My body aches
My mind is tired
I wonder if this amount of work
Will let me
Reap what I sow?
I put my time in but now I expect it back
I've given you my time
Quality time
But what have you given me?
Just enough to get by
And survive?
Life isn't fair
But I expect respect
I only have so much patience
And you are trying it
Really, you are
If you disrespect me one more time
I'm gonna hit you so hard
Your own mother won't recognize you
I will put you in your place
I will talk down to you like the little man you are
Not that I expect you to learn anything
Or change your selfish ways
But it will make me feel better
If Karma's a *****
Then she's on my side this time
You've got it coming
It will be from the blindside
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Our love...
you say we once loved each other
and this is true
and you say maybe there is no fixing us
and before you say anything else
let me remind you of this
our love is buried in a casket
you built with the hands of your betrayal
and the white lies painted on your teeth
that you use to spit out half hearted apologies
that only mean you need something temporary
a place to play pretend while you search
yet again for someone better
but you’re having trouble
finding someone to blindside
as your past keeps crashing
into your present
and that makes it harder to be manipulative
as your lies are bleeding through your massacre
and the color of your eyes
are heavily saturated with desperation
and don’t mistake this for hatred
and I wish you no ill will or harm
but there is no us
as you walked away from that
of your own free will and choice
time and time again
after I forgave you time and time again
only to find the same dagger
leaving new scars in the heart
that was still at that time
beating for you
and it took time
months and months
and years and years and years
before I realized the only thing
you could give me was false hope
that turned quickly back to misery
and that enough was enough
so I placed my still heart and our love
in the casket you painstakingly built
and let you bury it
and you buried it so deep into the ground
that it fell through the earth
and is now a satellite circling the earth
high above china
and much like you it shines in the night sky
as pretty as a star
but completely artificial
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
A slight chill runs through my veins like venom,
dread filled my body as I realize what I have to do.
I stutter as I try to find the right words,
I knew I would blindside you.
After three **** years of sitting quietly
I let it bottle all up,
it was time to stop the flood inside.
The words came out
like ***** after a drunken night.
the tears roll down but I feel a weight lift.
I will always love you,
but it's time to move on,
be free and live, for once in my life,
for myself.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
One will not recognize
many of the important things
or true turning points
in one's life
until much later;
by then many may well be gone forever.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 4:42 AM UTC
I’ve never endured such a panoramic sight of true intuition. Just the thought exist and yet its a stupendous blindside. One desires no other soul then you. In this intuitive view their stand alone, A glowing form. An orb of pointless thorns. Her real name only I behold and what surround is a profound darkness Ready to be reborn. The light in a the storm that consumes the universe. The roundness in a flat world. Your the meaningful love I would give my life for. I know of what I speak of. The lustful power is sweat compared to sour. The anticipation grows stronger every hour. It's my heart as it makes it's first beat. The spark that starts the fire and the Divine rhythm is complete.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
What will it take
To blindside you
With a little bit of reality?
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
When times get tough, and tensions should ride high;
When one’s hands are lashed and frustration’s sound,
I take a ride through the morning country.
Like a sweet raspberry cream filled fruit pie,
I savor the pleasure that gets around.
The morningside country beckons to me.
The city’s too busy; crowded and fried.
I wish to kiss the winds with a resound!
I take a ride through the the morning country.
I wake up, and the sun is in my eye.
She's there with me as my feet hit the ground,
The morningside country beckons to me.
This woman I love, she knows how to try,
She knows where my sincere heart can be found.
We take a ride through the morning country.
There are those days that certainly blindside.
What I do often for sorrow to drown--
I take a ride through the morning country,
The morningside country beckons to me.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Love is a myth
A story passed down from
Generation to generation
Parent to child
The one emotion
With no proof of a reality
There’s some proof of
Every other emotion
When you’re happy
Your lips spread wide and you
Flash your teeth to whoever’s looking
When you’re sad unwanted
Tears roll down your face
When you’re embarrassed your
Cheeks flush bright red rose
Love is a fairytale
One that may or may not
Begin with a
Once upon a time
Rarely ever really ends up
Happily ever after
Love is a drug
Try it once you
Get hooked
Love makes you a
Happy kind of high
Oblivious to reality
When you breakup
Reality crashes you like a
Steamroller
Instead of going down
You can always take another hit
Love is every girls dream
Their vision of their future
It starts at a young age
Even when boys have cooties
Then they grow older,
Scribble hearts with their
Initials in their notebook
Stare at their crush when he
Supposedly isn’t looking
As they grow older
Girls version of love
Starts with a perfect boyfriend
Probably during the high school or college years
Graduating high school
Going on to college
Getting their dream down, then
Finally settling down
Ends in a perfect marriage
They’ve dreamed out their whole life
In the end
Love is a letdown
Ultimately made to
Blindside you
Break your into a million pieces
Somehow people make love out to
Sound like the perfect escape
From a past of fear and loneliness
Yet not so great when you find it’s
Virtually impossible to find a
Guy who’s ready to
Get down on one knee
Ask to spend the rest of forever with you
One who isn’t afraid to commit
Yet people still
Have hope to find this
Elusive magic potion that
Claims to make your fear go away
Make you stronger
Claims the effects will last forever
Maybe one day this
Crazy theory of love
Will be proven
So we know we’re not all
Chasing a hopeless dream
Until then play love’s game
Who knows
Maybe you’ll be the one to hit the jackpot
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Combinations, badly put
Assume dimension, found afoot,
The very stuff of human kind's
Ability to see ... whilst blind.
For instance, take the last four years
Where insanity drove dulcet fears,
Keelhauling reason's rationale
Beyond the realm, beyond the pale.
Consider this, Sir, if you will,
Fascination's trough of swill
Where every man beneath the sun,
Under the pillow, keeps a gun?
Intriguing how, across the globe,
Despite sophistication's robe,
Pandemic rages forth, unchecked,
To foolishness's disrespect.
Futility of righteous flame
In seeking absolution's claim
By whispering in hallowed ear
Thy Catholic sins in shades of fear.
East / West drowning in distrust,
Wall Street terrified of bust,
California's deep disdain
Of climate change's promised flame.
Some you win, some you lose
Wisdom depicts those who choose
Sink or swim, the game decrees,
Observing mankind on his knees.
Combinations, badly put
Assume dimension, found afoot,
The very stuff of human kind's
Ability to see ... when blind.
M.
Foxglove, Taranaki NZ
12 July 2021
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 9:21 PM UTC
Latest fad still running
the circuit,
Flashing constant, tried by
feeding fresh focus
Campaigns on dog walk trials
And bourgeois coffee *** plots
hear the snap playing through
The high-rise
Smokepipes bleed deathly ill into disease
streets, childheight shortsight
blindside approach to fireburn beast stack
clean cleared broken
plumbing catastrophe, own
beliefs meshed with glass
and law heaps searching
in skip doors for all keyboards
without the letters S A F E
private life amongst pirate
foxes hunt or ignore, the make-up
Moonlight Pigeons, gauling talking
heads propping up state, not
noticing me, you, we, on the seti crying
Quietly
into purple slumber.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
Sunrise.
Another fretful and sudden surprise.
Caught me on my bruised black blindside.
Never thought I'd see the day or this kind
Of feeling falling on the horizon of my mind.
Sunset.
Down again and overwhelmed by upset.
Turned around, and before I knew it, I let
Myself lose. Forever on the **** end of a bad bet.
Lets just see how much worse this can get.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Above all logic are your ideals
Beyond reality are your philosophies
Your mind yearns for what is not
Only the surreal is what you see
When will you forsake this guilelessness?
The serpents bite you blatantly
As if the flocculence of the flowers
Did not contrast with their suspicious scales
How are you such a walking tragedy?
Blindside after blindside has been dealt you
And still impending affliction awaits you
Because your feet tread where angels would not dare
The light of wisdom points your way
But you falter sightless in the mystic darkness
That is the cloud of fog wherein your head is suspended
Day dreams of knights armored in shining amour
Riding in to save your battered bleeding heart
Might not unfold my dear
Remember that the knight may be another pillager
And his slick armor just another Trojan horse
Nellie Nkosi
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
Pieces of eight
Pieces of eight
Polly's a parrot
Squawk.
Diamond Dip was the name of his ship
and it boasted sixteen guns
eighty five tonne and two tots of ***
for the rabble who dabbled in death.
Pieces of eight
and the skipper was late, caught
a broadside from his
blindside,
got carried in deep to where
the crew now sleep.
Polly squawked once
and died.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC