"carless" poems
Little bits of litter blowing everywhere,
Is it that we are carless? Or maybe we don’t care.
Bags and bottles ******* of every kind,
A simple picnic our ******* left behind.
Bottles of all sizes floating on the pond,
If left on the beach will travel far beyond.
Polystyrene boxes used for burgers or chips,
Are float on our ponds like little litter ships.
But worst of all the dreaded carrier bag,
Hang from wires and trees like a kind of flag.
Just to make sure we spread it far and wide,
Cars are used to carry debris to the countryside.
Now that we have spread it from coast to coast,
We are a famous nation because we litter most.
Fish and chips were sold wrapped in newspaper,
You could say part of a natural recycling scheme.
Pop was bought in bottles with a paid deposit,
Kiddies for pocket money collected to redeem.
Litter is not pretty it will not go away,
Soon we will have nowhere clean to play.
Maybe if we learn to take our litter home again,
We would see the trees and flowers,
Down our English country lane.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 12:25 AM UTC
library books;
the musty smell floods me with
thoughts of its past readers
did a girl like me
run her finger across this line
as i have?
will our lines like vines
ever intertwine?
rainy nights;
while the tip-tap and dribble of
droplets hit my windowsill,
i imagine gusts of wind
dancing with one another:
carless and free
and without destination
light touches;
the accidental bump of elbows,
the awkward entanglement
of fumbling phalanges,
a gentle squeeze of the hand,
a comforting gesture that says
“i am here.”
now reverie this:
you and i,
the spines of our books broken,
our shoulders barely brushing,
the sound of soft and subtle raindrops
all things i adore in one simple
and seemingly endless moment
books, rain, touches, and you
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
This current resistance
in our duel circuit is
measured in ohmmms
of my meditated solace,
Mediated by the breaker
of a once-broken man
wary of a blown fuse
too burnt to salvage, a
lost cause to discard,
Replace & repeat with
each carless disregard of
the whattage we're wired
to handle, may a switch
on to off when overblown
prevent the spark that
burns down a home.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
**Here you are, all dressed up
To take me out to dinner, our very first date
Even more handsome than in your corporate office
So dapper, dignified, distinguished,
so impeccably dressed and groomed
In your Armani pinstriped business suit
Silk tie, starched white shirt, cufflinks
Polished black leather Italian shoes
Your BMW waits outside
Well, I have news for you....
I changed my mind
Yes - changed my mind
We will stay home tonight
You will cook dinner for me right here
You are stunned
"ME?
I have a reservation at the finest restaurant
I know everyone there
And I don't know how to cook!
I know you're joking..
You must be."
No. No joke.
Give me those keys to your BMW.
Yes – the car keys
Take off your Rolex wristwatch
No need to look at the time.
Time to get cooking.
No, don't complain
You’re not in your office now
And one more thing.....
Take off those expensive shoes and socks
I want to see the cuffs of your
hand tailored navy blue pinstripes
brushing your
naked toes....
You are irritated, annoyed, frustrated
As you obey, resisting all the way
You give up your keys with the BMW symbol,
Your heavy masculine watch,
gleaming polished shoes,
still warm from your feet
thin black dress socks
I know it is frightening for a man
like you to surrender his shoes
and by the way
I do LOVE the shoes...
They just don't belong on your
feet right now
You call the restaurant and cancel
Shoeless and carless
Suddenly a servant
I’ll read the recipe.
While you peel the potatoes.....
I want you barefoot in my kitchen**
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Delightfully force thyself to a cheap coat
Frayed winter shelter
Sworn fre-nemy of millennial style
Who kills itself in gale
While the master keeps cozy within your skin
Wonder if you’ll ever be so disloyal to dare ask for a bath
Then, in irony,
Loved and wanted by the living freezed
And the envy of the proletarian blanket
, shining in its absence-Your presence.
Under the carless hands of the master
Buttons drop and thread spills as solid blood
Doomed to fulfill the unchosen goal
Depletion will not be salvation
Just a mute shriek
living decomposition
Hope thy ist warm.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Words that weigh
cause migraines
and I can't remember the words you said to me
the ones that haunt me like
a killer with a knife
I remember the feelings though
the pain that sliced my young heart
I became really good at letting it go
just brushing it off my shoulder
shoving it down deep in my soul
but now as I keep saying what I feel
the suppressed feelings are coming to surface
Emptying the closet of insults
only reveals the darkest ones at the bottom
and your name is marked on all of them
and I can't help but get teary remembering them
holding myself as I close the door
a little girl shouldn't have to hear that
shouldn't have to worry about her hair
the way she dressed
the way she talked
the way she stuttered
why didn't you love me?
why did you pick on me?
you showed love and affection to everyone else
people refused to think we were related
because of how socially inept i was
couldn't you see that i was lost?
looking for you to grab onto me and hold me
to tell me how beautiful i looked
just being me?
but instead
you pulled my hair
and ripped my clothes
threw out my favorite overalls
Sometimes you would rub my back
and call me sweet sarah
you would make me feel loved
and how loved i felt
i wanted those moments to last forever
and in my mind they do
when i'm sad
it's those times i remember
but it doesn't wash out the darker ones
and how i thought
once dad got involved they would stop
but he only encouraged your malicious thinking
the slightest mistake
was my biggest regret
*carless, heartless, ***** rude, disrespectful*
those words mean nothing now
they are cliches that you say
but ring no meaning
at least
they used to
now everything is like a fresh new slice
opening myself up again
revealing my healed wounds
i thought i could do this
i thought i could show you what hurts more
what hurts more than seeing fat on my bones
or horrible makeup on my face
the words of children never mattered
it was the words of my mother
my mother who preferred my sister
my mother who thinks im useless
a good-for-nothing waste of space
unless i provide a service
i might as well leave
and i want to leave
don't think i'm here by choice
threaten me mother
say you'll hit me
tell me again how you will take everything away
show me your anger
because you are obviously untouchable
you can clearly control me
but one day you won't
and i won't care
but i really hope
that you do
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Today I saw the sky
Drowning in the rain
I saw the world's negligence
And felt our worlds pain
We as a species
Disconnected from our earth
Comfort found from possession
Instead of family by the hearth
I saw our world crying
From the pain we have caused
The Forrest stripped to nothing
The northern ice now thawed
And as we turn a carless eye
To our world and our mother
Neglecting all we've been given
Provided for like no other
All in life we need..
Was not created by man
We have simply forgotten
How to live off of the land
One day rapture will come
Not biblical but for sure
And mother nature will abandon us..
Like our species has done her.
Our world is dying..
And resetting..
Is the cure.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
I really don’t,
Not an ounce,
Not anymore,
Not evermore,
I don’t care.
I don’t care that I’m short,
I don’t care that I’m stout,
I don’t care that I’m poor,
I don’t care much about.
What’s to care for?
Who’s to care for?
We’re carless little bees,
Buzzing away at the lost honey,
When someone is spraying our hive.
Ask me if I give a ****
Ask me if it is true,
You’ll come to learn and realize,
That even this poem doesn’t rhyme,
And I don’t care.
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 11:51 PM UTC
keeping it low key in order to show me
how far I've got to go, the twist in it like the roads
but the destination, started, was hidden in the dark
with creepy crawlies in place of its heart
flaking on the opportunities that seem more like social hassle
no time for carless action,
as it passes by the days but the sun continues to rise again
uncontrollable urge to venture out
these cigarette buds will leave a trial of my journey
come right to me, and lie next to me
Kyle. be next to me
lay heavy on my body, you're nothing i can't hold
I've traveled long and yet the journey's been short
but what is up has been sideways for quite some time
and the trail ahead continues to whined
up and over, back and left
sums up to less steps to take
to it, to you, to me
however, i tend to repeat history
expand and conquer like lava and men
my heart unfortunately tied down to the bitter end
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Numberless voices are everywhere but those that are calling there sound is rich and thick with telling
They travel farther distances they are as arrows shot from a heart agitated possessed and driven by
Anxiety they are not casual but come with bleeding in them they are relentless frantic they will not be
Denied their words are almost spelled out heavy deliberate they build on themselves they are timeless
Sadly the one being called will pass from earthy view then mercifully dreams will draw them to you in
Darkness from this encounter you draw comfort from these soft images a flutter of dove wings stir and
You still your voice from its calling punctuated with progression of tears so onward the calling searches
The waste places or the finest streets in cites of renown it cuts like a keen sharp sword indifference falls
In heaps before its powerful force the called doesn’t always hear the actual voice but there is an
Unknown troubling a quiet discontent that pervades the quiet hours the distance or time is never
Considered it’s the nature of trying to warn the mind that can’t know the danger who would life is at its
Best you won many struggles you stand at the top of the heap but in victory sometimes the most carless
Acts emerge they threaten all you have achieved the warning signs are missed the calling rises higher
It must reach even the heights that you feel are impregnable never knowing you are in quick sand traps
Designed perfectly for you the scale would tip to total disaster but the calling weighs a constant
Pressure keeping the scale level the world keeps adding material gain but love is the greatest asset it
Never finishes second it comes in all forms it has armor the sword already mentioned and wisdom that
Doesn’t bow to foolish surmising you are the object of desire that has no end or beginning just a
Constant it was with you at birth it never leaves sometimes it is forced to plead it finds no shame in this
You’re worth more than the world what is going to end such longing trust and care only when you visit
Only in dreams
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
I feel love trip on the stairs
carless footfall of a suicide damsel
I see love fail in comfy chairs
the silence of a Netflix series
I taste the end of what seems like
a lifetime of omelette Wednesdays
I hear love crackle with all the excuses
of working late phoned from pub car parks
it's faint call from the bedroom door
"are you coming up to bed soon love"
the click of the refrigerator door
***** of another cold one the psst
of a bottle opening giving it's solemn "no"
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:22 PM UTC
The Calling
Numberless voices are everywhere but those that are calling there sound is rich and thick with telling
They travel farther distances they are as arrows shot from a heart agitated possessed and driven by
Anxiety they are not casual but come with bleeding in them they are relentless frantic they will not be
Denied their words are almost spelled out heavy deliberate they build on themselves they are timeless
Sadly the one being called will pass from earthy view then mercifully dreams will draw them to you in
Darkness from this encounter you draw comfort from these soft images a flutter of dove wings stir and
You still your voice from its calling punctuated with progression of tears so onward the calling searches
The waste places or the finest streets in cites of renown it cuts like a keen sharp sword indifference falls
In heaps before its powerful force the called doesn’t always hear the actual voice but there is an
Unknown troubling a quiet discontent that pervades the quiet hours the distance or time is never
Considered it’s the nature of trying to warn the mind that can’t know the danger who would life is at its
Best you won many struggles you stand at the top of the heap but in victory sometimes the most carless
Acts emerge they threaten all you have achieved the warning signs are missed the calling rises higher
It must reach even the heights that you feel are impregnable never knowing you are in quick sand traps
Designed perfectly for you the scale would tip to total disaster but the calling weighs a constant
Pressure keeping the scale level the world keeps adding material gain but love is the greatest asset it
Never finishes second it comes in all forms it has armor the sword already mentioned and wisdom that
Doesn’t bow to foolish surmising you are the object of desire that has no end or beginning just a
Constant it was with you at birth it never leaves sometimes it is forced to plead it finds no shame in this
You’re worth more than the world what is going to end such longing trust and care only when you visit
Only in dreams
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 6:10 AM UTC
I use to be obsessive and content at a certain point
now Im carless
now the shrill doesnt dig into my marrow
just my skin
Im not drained of every ounce of blood
just exhausted in thought
my burning passion is in my esophagus
and I will hold my tongue
until your dead
fatigued from my mind and up and gone
I'll sway you on a rope in front of me
to torture myself every now and then
because Im twisted
in violent serene ways
Ill give you a high with my sensitivity
Ill curl up like a infant next to your knees
and ask you to sing me your favorite lullaby as
a child
that is what I will rest to
and hold out on all your most accepted
memories
because I will make them mine
and steal them like grains of sand
from the playground
cover your eyes
when I walk by you
dont speak and block out the noise
because I only plunge
and the refusal its what makes me light the
candle
let the wax burn my thighs
and Ill meditate to the songs of your soul
while staining my insides with coal
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
In the eye of a storm I saw your face held you close and felt the brightness within.
Kissed your lips and whispered we could be so much more than this. Tinsel and sparkle could never shine as bright as you.
Your carless lips and quiet abandons left broken hearts and vacant eyes full of ruined hands and misspent love.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I love you and hate you
when you smile so wide
that your teeth gleam like a row of piano keys
your eyes get a glow
and I wish I could join in
and laugh along with your genuine happiness
I want to wear that carless smirk
and get away with ****** with a cute smile
the way you do
you charmed the hell out of the whole world
its a good thing your cute kid
because your a piece of ****
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
My galloping love
Untamed to these treacherous hills
Steady the unraveling nerves
That fall like petals
From these outstetched stems
You once relied on
Emotions culminate atop this crest
To the enjoyment of the howling wind
Brushing cascades to the north
I feel your presence crashing into me
Like the carless crescendo
Exciting
My broken heart
Your smile dances around my head
As a sultry chasse
inviting memories abound
Of the prancing *******
Beneath our swimming souls
And our warm blooded bodies
Falling in love
Like a tender tompé into my arms
I can feel your touch
A subtle
Yet electric brush of comfort
As the pouring rain smears around me
Casting clouds into shadows
Like your hiding just out of sight
No matter the distance traveled
Or the places you call home
I will always be holding your hand
To mend a bond gone aloft
But not forgotten
Until the sun and moon
Forget how to play
I will cherish what we shared
With a key around my neck
To our locket of love
And everlasting friendship
For you
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
Resolution,
An answer.
A new year,
A new cancer.
Don't want to change,
Just want to add,
All those things,
I wish I had.
Not looking around,
My life is too cluttered.
Done wasting time,
On every single ******
Realized that I despise most people and most words,
Everyone's thoughts so irrelevant, I just want her.
Can make no sense to everyone,
Not supposed to please your mind.
My life style so carless and reckless,
All I can do is smile.
Is there something wrong with me?
I'm sure there is.
Doesn't matter much though,
The doctors wouldn't know where to begin.
Resolution,
A question.
Stop signs,
Are but suggestions.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
A few minuets ago,
Moments ago,
Seconds became slow
And I saw a ghost.
Ahead in the dark,
Stood under street lamps,
She jarred my imagination
To an interrogation of path banks.
I knew she wasn’t real,
I had placed her there;
A smile concealed, revealed
Beneath her golden hair.
Walking towards me,
knowing, foreboding,
A grin of sweetest glee,
She starts m’heart choking.
Reaching out to hold
Like we used to
The mist, is’t carless cold
As she passes through?
Features,
faces,
all fall from existence;
I look around, shameless,
I saw her at a distance.
Now gone,
A ghost;
Alive, I’m undone;
My love the host.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Forgiveness
It's Non-Existent
I'm Heartless & Carless
You're Hurt & Torn
Now I can't sleep
Thoughts of you on my mind
Pillow flooded with regret
and I'm drowning
The fragrance you loved,
to me now stinks
and the scent of betrayal in the air
it really ******* stinks
I opened my mouth
and didn't think
I said words
I didn't mean
I'm sorry
That I hurt you
It just felt you didn't care about me
the way I cared for you
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
There's nothing really to be said.
Even though here you are,
Wondering what's going through my head.
Don't break a sweat because I said what I've already said.
It's the same beat and rhythm that we jam out to everyday.
Except you thought it'd be better to tune it to your liking.
Just sit back,
Relax,
Cause it's a way we live.
Dig?
Cause that's what we've always been about.
Carless and free.
So don't tell me I don't know what you're thinking.
Funny how we think we live and dance the same thing yet we dance all differently on a up or down beat.
Sometimes I feel like I'm jamming with the wrong guy.
Yet he could somehow follow my lines and ties that I've been providing all of y'all since I started to learn how to rhyme in my spare time.
Truthfully being said, that's a lie.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Ha No body Cares. Just sayin. It's all about you. Take it or leave it fool flushed ***** If they bring you down, leave'um, if they bring you up conceive them.. but move on. Stagnace, is debilitating...just branch out and grow. You wanna stay the same fine, peace be with your soul. I'm getting mine fast or slow. Each person I meet plays an important roll. I honor that because I love me and whatever I attract or detest says something.. speaks volume in this life of misfired garbage. I'm here and now. I want the simple finer things. But your all hung up on these deformed ideals...getting wasted away like zombies.. Is it Armageddon? The end of the world where you choose to eat the shinny fruit, cause your all ******* Don't wanna get your hands ***** so you eat of a mans filthy riches.. and in the parameters of the English language I've got run in sentences... And whatever else stumps you from the truth. **** structure **** taught belief.. **** ***** for ***** sake.. forget word and spoken reason. Words are discrimination. Words can't even touch true evolution. But we all try so hard to make them work... And I'm done you silly *** folk. I stay silent and a loaf since the rest of the word is just living to stay a float.
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
money is about priorities,
and this may not be apparent
until you barely have enough
to get by.
to many children,
it is like magic.
it appears in other people's hands
and gets you
things you WANT.
not until you are a teenager
do you realize that there
are some things you WANT
not just for fun,
but because these THINGS
shape your life, are essential
to your way of life, and are
felt as NEEDS.
a car.
lipstick.
phone.
then money becomes
abstract, once again.
credit card.
student loan.
car loan.
it's what people do.
no one sits you down
and helps you figure out
how much those student loan
payments are gonna be in 10 years
with such and such an assumed salary.
with so and so bills.
you are 18.
you don't have a clue.
the illusion will
eventually come crashing down.
the abstract
becomes concrete,
and the math doesn't
add up.
that's if things go well.
what happens if things
don't go as planned,
as they so often do not?
you may just plummet
into an unfathomable hole.
(it's really not as hard
as you might think.)
and in this state,
you realize money is
about priorities.
if you have no credit cards,
and no savings,
you only have exactly what you earn.
and what you earn may not reflect
your years of experience, work,
and education.
then what?
you choose.
you prioritize.
and i don't mean, oh
should i go to the bahamas
or iceland this summer?
i mean,
shelter.
where can i live?
can i afford to live anywhere
on my own?
transportation.
if i don't have a car
i can't get to work.
if i can't work,
i can't live.
food.
how can i make
this little bit last 2 weeks?
pay the electric or the gas?
because i can't pay both.
cable? internet?
pick one.
new clothes?!
ha! doesn't make the cut.
doctors?medicine?
good ******* luck
with that one.
someone asks you to go out,
for a birthday, just for fun.
you break into a cold sweat
trying to figure out if there is
any possible way to act like a normal
human being and go out.
there might not be, and you will have to say no.
the government would like
their loan money.
it's simply not possible.
it's christmas.
what are you gonna do,
not pay rent for a month
in order to get presents?
and you hear people
give you ridiculous advice
for a situation they
have never experienced.
just don't have a coffee.
or color your hair.
just get another job.
because they don't see
that what they are suggesting
is that you take away
the smallest, maybe only
pleasures in your life.
or that you are literally
one costly repair away
from being homeless.
carless.
jobless.
it spirals quickly.
and if your masters degree
can't get you out of poverty,
but has actually made it worse,
what is the answer?
sometimes it doesn't matter
even if you do
all the right things.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
a wet street is not similiar to rain
but it's a sign that it has rained
fever's not flu
but it's a sign
i woke up with my hands soaked in wine
and begging you two things:
1- excess
2- not going home
can we have only first dates where we can always be
anyone else?
can we exchange habits?
close my eyes between your legs
i love burnt bread, black coffee and butter
and swimming through time towards time
like in a midnight carless highway
fever's not flu;
it's desire's errands
it's a trip you tell no one
it's a page or a screen.
it's a sign,
how would you describe it?
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC