"cluelessly" poems
The walking dead fill these streets
Hollow eyes and empty minds
Cluelessly they shamble on
Knowing nothing of *****
Herb is my liberator
I find freedom in the kush
One ****** puff sets me free
My chains are broken by ****
Babylon consumes our minds
Men walk like zombies entranced
If everyone had a spliff
All the world would be at peace
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
My tornado spins in vicious cycles.
Those calm winds, I haven't felt in a while.
'Cause the rain, it only ever pours.
Comes down on me so hard, it's leaving sores.
The winds kick up; become a cyclone.
One giant mess I can't seem to sort on my own.
And broken sticks and chunks of leaves,
they twirl inside my tornado of dis-beliefs.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
It'd be nice if the sun could break through these clouds.
The clouds that 'cause the winds to crowd
Every last proper thought I know
Gets broken and tossed in my tornado.
I can't even distinguish right thoughts from wrong.
Anybody I know never sticks around too long.
They're thrown in my head, jumbled with everything else.
Take a decent beating, then to another hand they're dealt.
*My loves have left this hurricane on my plate.
After all my wrongs though, it's probably my fate,
To twirl so cluelessly in a mind I hate.
I'll be lost in my hurricane head for days.*
Or maybe it's me who's taking these beatings.
I sure as hell know that my skull's lost its feeling.
I know I'm loveless, sleepless, clueless.
I know I'm powerless, useless; just a mess.
I know I'm a lost child refusing the right care.
I know I wanna do this on my own, so don't you dare.
And I know I'm gunna fight this tornado alone.
But at the same time, everything i know,
I really don't.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
It is
what I do
since the 50's
of my 18 years —
Mummy, do you
cry when you
walk away
and leave me
crying here (too?)
There were wars
where we fought it out,
like angry soldiers
without cause —
without loyalty...
So mummy, you should know,
I will forever
be loyal to you
even when I tell you
I am upset with you,
even when you
are digging your claws
so cluelessly
into my throat —
A fortune teller
once told you,
you told me,
that I didn't know,
sometimes,
if you loved me;
You said then,
"There's no way, right?"
like you weren't sure, and
I said, "Of course not."
I did not lie,
I know.
(even when my nightmares were of you forgetting me)
Like a person waking up from a car crash,
I know I have all my limbs,
I just don't
remember,
and I am just
scared.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
I write
Like no
One will
See it.
I express
Myself the
Best way
My mind
Can describe.
I am
Not scared
To tell
The truth.
I will
Not fear
The thoughts
Of other
Human beings.
I do
Not give
A flying
**** what
You think.
Never will
A false
Statement come
Out of
My mouth.
Over dramatic
Or lack
Of detail,
I will
Tell my
Own story.
No one
Steps foot
In my
Life and
Takes over.
I let
That happen
Too many
Times before.
I’m not
About to
Let that
Happen again!
**** you
Slutty *****
I am
Not happy.
I am
Not fine.
I am
A crazy
******* *******
I will
Never be
Able to
Make other
People happy
Because I
Cant make
Myself happy.
Cluelessly searching
For anything
To make
Me feel
The slightest
Of happiness.
Whether right
Or wrong,
I do
Not care.
I just
Want to
Be happy.
Good or
Bad, my
Mind will
Never know.
Do I
Even care?
I don’t
Believe so.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:30 PM UTC
I wrote. Well, if I may say I do write sometimes. Sometimes like these, in particular when I find you wondering around in my head like a little squirrel between tree branches. I believe I put you somewhere in there, perhaps in the right side of my brain, where all the art is.
You see, I may have become such a bitter person. Believing isn't always an easy task. As well as staying up and growing strong. ***** aside, I'm not a good person after all. Yet there you are, single handedly ruin my walls down to the very bricks. I should be boiling furious right now, but your stupid smirk must have some sort of spell.
Words may define you less than my touch. But I will try my best. Nothing as close as impossible as pointlessly trying to make you at least understand the urge I have toward you. While you standing there cluelessly, I'm just a long breath away from literally attacking your hair with my lips down at yours and I'm not even joking.
The worst part of believing is it's indescribable, blind most of the time. I say, to have faith is like having a double bladed dagger in your hands. You can hold it wrongly, you can hold it to tight, it can hurt you as much as it can protect you, it can be a weapon or it can be a life saver.
At nights like these with a hard drizzle, I try to write. To solemnly attempting to ease up a bit of that stabbing pain of missing the warmth of your arms around my waist. The sounds creep up on me. As one after another drop of rain brings the memories of that day when we kisses. My heart never beat as calmly, out of my prediction. While yours just, like a synchronize classical orchestra. Just, breath taking. I guess my heart always remind me how to live, but never how to love.
And it was just telling me, to love is to slowly letting your guards down. Because now, you aren't fighting alone.
And then we kissed.
I guess it is almost like how they make those coins appeared from the back of your ears, magic.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
She brings forth hell's fury from my mouth;
A black, burning rage swimming through my veins,
And she smiles, and tells me that it makes me pretty.
I want to strangle her.
So effortlessly, so cluelessly, she begs my attention,
My obsession, my affection, my addiction.
She wraps her little angel legs around my waist,
The waist of a lonely god.
She's aware, as am I, that to continue this charade,
Is to dig her grave in the cemetery of a commoner.
Her stone will be unmarked, her death on my hands,
and yet, still I cannot bring myself to leave.
She intoxicates me, drives my mind
To the very brink of insanity, with
Love, and lust, and hatred, and desire, and guilt,
And absolute, catastrophic fury that threatens Armageddon.
I crave her lips, and her hips, and her hands,
And her stubborn, loud mouth,
And her words that tear me down,
And the violence she incites from my mind.
I am the worst substance for her, like drinking chlorine.
She is even worse for me, like mercury,
Bringing out the demon in me,
That awful creature of chaos that she loves to see.
And as I've mentioned previously,
Despite my desperation for release,
She has me in the palm of her hand. I could never escape.
I more than long for, I need, I crave her infuriating arrogance.
I am just another sad case of addiction,
Without hope of rehabilitation.
As long as she lingers on my breath,
I will continue to destroy.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
I travel in your fair thoughts
As though to travel in your world.
Sometimes, I try to understand
Why your eyes cannot reach me.
Sometimes, I do not know you but--
But still I want to linger
Like I truly know you.
Shyly, I intend to blanket you with my palms
As if I can cocoon a butterfly back
Into its gentle sleep.
I am absorbed at it and I cannot disengage.
You bring hope and needed refuge to a wandering soul.
Cluelessly, your blue warmth caresses,
And it opens for me
Like an afternoon:
My rest from tough day's work.
Because of you I can somehow get by
With this life.
Love,
You're my north star,
And another,
And a few hundreds more.
I intend to walk and follow
My disregard for my longing heart.
But still, at night, you form for me
A constellation, a guiding invitation
Just to love again.
And how I need to lean on you,
Like a book leaning to another.
But at times, when I can see you reaching out,
It is my hand that readily un-fists and steadies,
Worried for which its not accountable of.
Because of you I can only imagine--
How immense would re-birthing
Drowned islands be inside your heart,
As I wonder at a far-off shore
How to get there, how to know you.
'Cause maybe
Just like me,
You are finding someone new.
© 2010 J.S.P.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
What to write or say
I haven't got a clue
maybe humor, or wit
or maybe even, true
I could make something up
like a steamy **** quip
prose about my heroes
or take an epic trip
Spew some words of luck
ply you with a slippery line
clever and yet slick
rhyming, every time
Or, I could simply say
without flowered text
how great it is to be here
even though, I'm vexed
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
run, escape my fatality
on the horizon i see serenity
barbed wires, razor flies obstruct my way
quick! lay still, hide from the prey
baby cries echo in my sleep
brothers and sisters hazed emotions, unable to even weep
flying ships thunder over my head
mute my ears to escape this dread
famine overwhelms my perception
yet I stumble towards my destination
Foreign faces salute my courage to flee
yet they says they have no space; no space for a refugee
collapse, cry cluelessly
look up to faith to absolve me from this destiny
sudden light pardons me to go
yet flashbacks put me to an endless sleep, oh..
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
The blood spattered streets paint the fire trucks red as they speed by following screams for help that will never arrive.
Tears,
from citizens, loved ones, from children waiting cluelessly for their father's return,
paint the early morning sky blue. The sky shines bright in contrast to dark, suffocating shadows of smoke that haunt the city streets.
On that day memories and buildings alike collapse in front of white ghostly faces.
People come to rest, motionless in a city that never sleeps.
But tomorrow,
there is no red blood or gore
no blue tears or sorrow
no pale white faces stricken with fear,
because when the smoke clears
and America's lungs can finally take a breathe,
all that's left is a flag standing alone and swaying freely,
possessing the same three colors,
that had haunted a nation just a day before,
but meaning so much more,
red, white and blue.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
Clumsily, cluelessly, capriciously;
Varying walks of life, and such varied
ways of walking. Crawling and or quickly-
they advance through the concrete corridors.
~Completely unaware of the outside world
or anything other than themselves, for that matter.~
The issue lies in the wanting of more.
I've not much left to give and I'm sickly
'cause everybody's got their friends-big leagues.
From me to you, its not simple. Like harried
marriage; marred and probably charred, but
this is war-
~extra judiciously~
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
Safe Harbor
The picture is gray and colourless.
Shades of black pervade the photograph;
We are left to ponder at the real colors hidden therein.
Can’t you imagine what it was though?
See that vast horizon stretching like some
Big blue tarpaulin providing shelter to the Earth’s surface.
White foamed caps blinking, disappearing near and far.
The rock in the foreground beneath them becoming baked in the late August fever.
Rays of melted sunshine barred only by
Lofty lackadaisical puffs of moisture meandering across their endless plains.
Their bodies warmed by rock and soft smooth skin alike,
Recovering from the liquid ice from whence they came minutes before.
Simple refractions and reflections of light from millions of miles away dancing across
Infinitely changing patterns of molecules, ultimately landing on light kissed exteriors.
Two forms interlocked with passion’s grip,
And the sound of a breeze drifting sweet nature song into their minds from the Invisible Shore.
The taste of another being suffusing their mouths, searing their fingers, and engulfing their lungs.
It smells like warm crushed leaves, crashing waves, and contentment.
The beginning of autumn and the beginning of the end.
Fall into this image and continue with us.
Can’t you see them that evening?
Their emotions viciously tearing at their muscles, motions motivated by coursing chemicals.
Feathery sheets envelop them in the irony of the burdens to come.
Cluelessly they explore their youth in
Perfect rhythm; Imperfect beings consumed in all the wrong parts of life.
Now can you not recognize them?
Their despondent expressions are not unlike your own.
Weary faces from broken hearts.
Crushed by the movement of time, the fleeting feelings
They once had the chance to caress are nothing;
Nothing but the relapses we relive in sparks of neurons,
Electrified like the moments once were, flashed back to our mind’s eye.
Step back out into reality. Pause. Reminisce.
Where is that Unseen Shore? That refuge for the rest of our existence?
Is it but a figment of our imagination?
The breeze of the trees, the whole continent behind you, is
Hidden yet holds everything real and true.
Without it would we not be left to drift through the blue expanses of the oceans of doubt?
Is our Safe Harbor not in those we love?
These questions threaten to drown us, but
Who are we to know the answers?
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
I am the universe
coming to life
asking WHY?
Waking up from an amnesiacs dream
memory wiped clean from any preexisting scheme
wandering around, cluelessly and awkwardly
growing wiser and older
with each passing moment...
each thought
each calculation
with each generation
I grow older
I grow wiser
Yet still... I ask the same question.
The form I am currently in
Is just one point of reflection
it is not the beginning
nor is it the end
It is part of the Grand process
Of you and of me
including everything there ever is to be.
Who am I?
I am the universe
And you are my product
You are a part of me
I am the entirety of you
There is no separation - no boundaries,
for everything grows from the same seed
But why am I here?
What is the meaning of this?
(the questions remain)
I cannot answer
For I haven't gotten so far
We have to wait...
For the calculation to be done
It won't happen in your life
And it won't happen within your mind...
That thing is beautiful - a piece of art
but it is also too limited
for the answers to come.
So for the time being
You have to be humble
Accept the ignorance
But still stay nimble
You cannot give up
For I really do need you
If you do not comply
There might not be a sequel.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
We were hiding under the stars
Replaying all of our favorite songs
Looking at eachother like we never wanted to see the sun.
To the right of our first date
Didn't know what the future held
But we hoped it held a wedding
Down the street from our first kiss
If we go down this road then you have to promise to never fall asleep behind the wheel
But you were cluelessly driving off the street
An found yourself on someone elses high way
I crashed into my road of mistakes
As you sped away
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
Cluelessly i blankly glared at the snow white writing pad
As my hand scribbled furiously
Back and forth my fingers moved the pen as it mercilessly tainted the paper
Ideas somersaulted in my skull
My time was limitless
As my pen tried to define my destiny
The scribbling noise was enough evidence that the two were glued in a mutual conversation
Ohhh what do i say
The pen spoke as it continued to *** the blue fluid
You are more than a mystery
The now colored paper replied
Neither could i explain nor understand
As ideas frothed from my recess deep in the core of my brain
Where creativity nested waiting for right moment to erupt like an active volcano
It takes more than thinking it needs focusing the climaxing pen breathed out
Am making a poet am creating a voice of reason
By jumbling alphabets and sometimes drawing blanks
I make words play on top of you
I smiled as it dawned to me i had an arsenal to fight this word war
Pen as my spear and the book my shield
With both i am a knight
A literature warrior
Who can unite intellectuals
And create a kingdom of creativity
Poetry is born
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Just a touch
Feel the droplets burst on an open wound
Cluelessly doomed
See the bults from miles
Erasing the joy and smiles
hear the thunder call my name
It won't be the same
No storm can last forever
But to you, its whatever
You had to touch her skin
Ur careless face with a grin
Love is just a word you said
Without you.. I'm dead
Leave me in the pours
Cold, shivers down my spine
Why couldn't I be urs ?
Cuz she was more devine
Standing on the edge
looking at the pain
The sounds of a whistling train
Just a touch of rain
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Sometimes I smile being the thorn
Of the self-righteous and first born
Not sorry to ruin a few moments.
Stolen seconds from swollen swine
A brief pause gained against their gnaw.
Yell your yodel of a young victim
While your cup runneth o’er
And you greed grows
Forgive me for my moment of misstep
I feel so foolish to consider my value
In equality with the self-centered fool
Clearly here is the treasure
Your dreams of monotonous money
The perpetual pit of possessions
The incessant itch of inflation
The ceaseless clawing for cash
While I cluelessly cling
To dreams of art and time.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC
The moon, he's my friend,
Watching me wander cluelessly,
Sometimes, I tell him my worries,
Often, they get testy,
But he never leaves me abandoned,
He's always there, glowing, somberly,
And he smiles at me because he can see my future,
Even when the sun shines, he's there, watching me, hopeful for me,
I sing to him, he listens to me,
I wish I could hug him sometimes,
Because he affects me, like the tides in the endless blue sea.
The moon, he's my friend,
and I, am grateful, and he reminds me to be happy.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
Some people say I haven't loved ,
They say I walk on the street alone.
Well I have loved ,
Walked on endless road with her.
I had a crush back then,
After the examination of class tenth.
She took my breath away,
In no time I had fallen for her.
I was happy and about to explode,
When I saw her everything got slowed.
She was cute ,
Looked beautiful in every suit.
Finally we were together,
I held her hands and she held my heart.
She was a beautiful and funny girl,
For me she was purer than a pearl.
There were times when she was angry,
But I held her tightly and persuaded her every single time.
We used to meet near the edge of a quite and beautiful beach,
Where we were alone holding hands and no-one could reach.
The wind was soft and cool,
So I wrapped my arms around her.
Moon was shining bright ,
Like the sun in the daylight.
My hands were cold ,
Her eyes were warm.
That day we talked all night,
Laughing about that silly fight....
I kissed her in the fore head,
She held me tightly.
Everything was fine ,
Until the clock struck nine.
When my alarm went on,
I woke up and sat cluelessly.
My heart throbbed ,
As all my happiness were robbed.
I thought and thought endlessly,
I felt bad as I couldn't do anything.
Tears rolled down my cheeks,
For a moment I felt like I was sick.
But then a sweet voice called my name,
And she appeared
I asked her if it was a dream, she smiled....
And poured coffee in my cup,
I whispered if it's a dream don't wake me up.....don't wake me up.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC