"derailment" poems
Pray for the strength to be positive through the negatives,
If you want to catch a break well first something has to give,
So give your heart and mind to everything you do,
As souls we perform wonders I just wish we only knew,
Unknowing is true wisdom accepting what we can't grasp,
It's ok we have today and it could be our last,
In a way it is because it will never come again,
And all the before and afters are really just pretend,
This moment is peaceful if you recognize it as such,
Life is a blank canvas and you hold the paint brush,
Attachment is derailment for the peaceful train of thought,
If you always want more you'll never be happy with what you've got,
Loving what you have gives you everything you need,
I am as I am this is the true meaning of to be.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I once knew a girl from a north country shore
as it was some place I had been to before.
We had met one fine day going down the street
each walking in opposite directions sweet.
We were both minding our own business when
an incident happened for us to meet then;
some elderly lady with a shopping bag
was coming along but got caught in a snag;
one of her shoes on the uneven pavement
nearly sent her headlong towards derailment.
Fortunately for her we were both there to
stop her from falling and to save the bag's spew.
As we helped the lady and looked at each other
we caught a gleam of light in our eyes to bother
all preconceived notions of what life was about
and it seemed we were both uneasy to find out.
For we looked up and away with sighs of relief
then back again at each other in disbelief.
I couldn't help seeing then the look on her face;
reflections of my own as from a mirrored place.
Or was it an image from deep within my heart
projected outward being therein from the start?
What happened next was not so amazing to tell
as we spoke certain words of greeting and farewell.
____________________________
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 9:38 PM UTC
He can’t explain the pain
Like boot prints on his brain
And it only seems to subside
When she is beside him.
Then, it begins to slowly dim.
When she is not around
He can be found on the ground
Screaming just like his head,
Full of frenzied villagers instead
Of what everyone else feels
And thinks, as he again sinks
Into that swamp of horror
And anguish. Moreover,
He knows he is alone in this.
This is not from her kiss
It is from its absence.
He’s not addicted to absinthe
Like some Victorian poet.
He’s insane now and knows it.
But she can calm mind
In the deluge he always finds
When she goes away a while.
First he loses the desire to smile
Then he can’t talk any more.
He forgets what words are for.
He only howls and raves.
He knows nobody can save him.
He has but to swim to shore
From the wreck that is his peace.
It is his only real release.
It’s all that heals his soul.
She has become the goal
His only purpose in the world
Is in the hands of this one girl;
This woman, elevated to deity.
His only true reality.
How can this happen, he cries.
He doesn’t understand the whys
And wherefores that turns love,
Completion and fulfillment
Into horrifying derailment
Of all his hopes and dreams
And fills his heart with screams
Like a little boy on a wrong bus.
And nobody there to discuss things
To help him see what is happening
And why the one thing he cares for
Doesn’t fulfill him anymore
Unless she is here to hold his hand.
He fails completely to understand.
Brent Kincaid
2/13/2015
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
when the sweethearts left,
we took off our token smiles
and overly-kind eyes.
my roommate grabbed a beer,
quickly ****** it off,
i put on "beat connection" by lcd,
and the derailment of the night
began with some synth and burps.
i made a *** of coffee,
went outside,
the neighbors were having a party,
making a stew,
grilling chicken,
drinking,
drinking,
drinking,
and exhaling enough smoke to signal the natives.
"are you drinkin' coffee muthafucka?"
"hi, i'm josh, and yes."
"the name's chase."
"nice to meet you." *******
before i knew it chase, our neighbors,
and about three people i didn't know
were in my apartment.
chase looked at a picture of lennon in
our living room.
asked me my favorite beatles album.
"probably sgt.peppers."
"you like that gay ****
"if that's gay **** yes i like gay ****
he grunted with rednecker royalty.
"the white album is probably my second favorite,"
i offered.
"man, the white album is the ****
there is nothing else."
someone said they had some fire, if anyone was interested.
everyone was.
there was a dark-skinned boy, with snow white teeth and a fake afro, rapping as i clumsily played an acoustic.
there was a 26-year-old ***** and his 43-year-old wife
smoking a bowl in my bedroom,
there was my roommate vomiting on the carpet,
there was everyone
and
there was
me.
there was everyone
and
there was
me.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 3:33 PM UTC
straight and easy is the path of righteousness
The late childhood days and the early youth make seem so easy
With passion and contentment I take it with ease
With a smile and an eager heart I join the soldiers of the cross to tell of the master of it.
Marching over was never hard .
You see this path has so many perfect derailed paths attached to it.
A perfect path of love has a path of hatred to it
A path of joy has a path of sadness to it
A path of peace has a path of war to it
And yes this is a path of righteousness but with a derailment called sin
Very tempting, absolutely charming
My eyes glaze to this path and see no point of this path of righteousness.
Great is your faithfulness O Lord
But exciting is this path
Or so it seems.
One mistake
Waiting on the path of righteousness to stare at this derailed path
You see, an idle mind is the devils play ground
The derailed path of danger
Pulling so many to its fold
Only by a simple glance.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
~
*Weather balloon for a hat
propeller on his back
morning is observably alive
leaving it to atmospheric pressure
he consumes today's newspaper
with the enthusiasm of a bowl
of Corn Flakes
this Heath Robinson contraption
of getting to work first
over enemy lines
is all the rage in his satirical
state of mind
that is until the absurd derailment
of wartime employment
and so he returns home with tubes
and catheters attached to his body
and feeling like one
of the unwieldy machines
he had so often created
full of atmospheric pressure
and apparently thinking it
an undignified fate
he pulls out the tubes
and quietly dies
of his own invention*
~
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 1:28 PM UTC
This love began to dim,
Due to the quiver of your chin.
The desire to fulfill,
No longer brings me thrill.
Your hopes and all your dreams,
Instilled inside of me.
Our love could not commit,
We fell into derailment.
Longing glances turned to disapproving sighs.
Dishonesty shining through your weak despondent eyes.
Our legs intertwine,
Fear pulsing at the base of my spine.
To stay with you,
There’s no escape.
From what you think,
And what you take.
This love caught fire,
I burned you down.
Dying to be touched,
Craving to be found.
I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t ask for you.
This love once so good,
Became untrue.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Spun from tracks a one way Outlook seldom lends to a bright vision escape.
I've come to grips with the losing side counted hours borrowed change.
Where it all ends at sunset even beautiful is simply a passing moment all too soon forgotten.
A needles sting in long sense forgotten fire, cleansed of existence and newly paved highway lent to a dead-end mindset may the ******** glorify this moment!
For shallow truths seem to vanish in contemporary romance of addiction.
A window seated view to the trains derailment is a one way trip not worth the mention?
Embers of the spark have long since become outcast of the fire.
Tonight I only need to connect in the worst way possible, can you spare a moment only to cast it in regret?
Art is easy life is not the page simply an afterthought of our existence.
Never cast in stone what would never take to mold to begin with.
I never linger on others mistakes for I have far too many flaws of my own.
To head off the rails is not to find solace in the legend, merely a side effect of life lived by the sword.
We glorify the mistakes of others only to forget our own.
The cast judgment and yet another bitter pill.
How very tired of become of the scene.
Maybe we embrace chaos only to chase some semblance of distorted peace.
Maybe there was really no plan at all to begin with.
We are the after effects of the wreckage left to be viewed far better than we truly ever were.
A snowfalls mirage hides only with season, nothing shall stay buried forever.
Captured a image and hold it closely .
Say hello to delusion for me art was never intended to be safe.
Off the rails was it's direction there is no glamour in an untimely fade.
The intentions are always pure just somehow everything gets ****** up in the end.
Remember it as you like.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Forgive,
forget,
heartbreak's only antidote.
Unto chains of despair
I became one
with solid ground.
Only to realize,
if the world was an oyster
than I must be a pearl.
Liberation struck me like a train,
abrupt, showing no mercy,
leaving the tracks a little messy.
Indulging someone else is going to feel
like conducting
after a life altering derailment.
Uncomfortable,
unsafe.
Nevertheless,
I'll bottle up my remedy,
with the intention of your freedom,
but with the hope
that you'll always remember
your Annabelle Lee.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
in avoiding the mirror i avoid a constant reminder that i am not even half the woman i once dream t of becoming. half completed and scorched remains is all that remains of once ambitious blue prints.
upon the question what caused the derailment no answer can be given.
how do you formulate a solution if the source cannot be identified? continues moments of these form ties that relate to a rope in representing a life and in these ties its always advisable to add a extra tie called faith and prayer for it keeps the sanity, it strengthens the resolve of the rope to remain whole and helps to carry the weight.
in this lies my hope
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
twitching muscle above my right eye
signifying stress and unexplored options
reminding me that something sits, unresolved
bouncing as a child in an inflatable wonderland
neurotic nerve-ending, ending my peace
pieces of broken mirror lay at my unshod feet
maximizing rage, a scream passes chapped lips
spittle gathering at the corners
while lunacy takes hold
10,000 scenes pass by my inner-eye
each with its own special irritant
seeking to disrupt the easy-going nature
put forth by sandals and elastic-waist(ed) short pants
wasted years bothered by triviality
sitting wasted, wasting my time
and that of the government agency
which employees this sorry ***
gassed in class passing with class
recoiling from the derailment
I try to regroup
but the short pants line
has the tears too thick to type
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
You're staring at me from the picture frame
My brain is inflamed with your name
It's repetitious
Almost fictitious
You're thought vapor
Remnants of a forgotten caper
But your always there to some extent
Like an ancient apocalyptic event
You were chaotic
Absolutely exotic
A mystery in every sense
With an air tight defense
Against any interaction
Any social transaction
You were cold and unblinking
No emotions just pure thinking
At least on the outside
But there was something you couldn't hide
A glimpse of fire in your eyes
Something that you despised
I dug at it like a half starving miner
Attempting to penetrate with bad one liners
But I was rejected
Completely misdirected
But I kept at it
Like an alcoholic with a bad habit
You were defiant
Completely self reliant
And I was addicted
Recently afflicted
With this ailment
Resulting in the complete derailment
Of my sanity
For the sake of your vanity
I followed you like a hound to the the trail
But to no avail
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Henry bikes to the train station to face his fear and go into the city again. He makes it to the station and waits listening to the wind whistling quietly. He rests his eyes and is startled by the horn of the train. As he gathers his belongings and thoughts, he climbs upon the death trap. He is taken back as he places his foot on the step to the train; he hears a whisper say, “Death is closer than you think.” Knowing it was only his mind playing tricks, he steps in. The fear subsides as the train pulls out of port, and Henry quiets his cognitive dissonance saying to himself out loud, “it was only a freak accident.” As the spot for the last derailment approaches, his palms sweat and heart fills causing in to sink to his feet. Although, the crime scene passes, and so does his fear. Henry arrives to his destination and could not get off the train any faster. Thinking to himself, “That was a stupid idea, but now I’m here so no fretting.” Henry makes it to work and starts his daily routines, but eerie is his thoughts. Every sound causes the dreaded words to play back in his mind with enormous intensity.
DEATH is closer to you than you think,
and he can smell your fear.
DEATH is watching closer than you know,
*and he is always near. *
Henry tries to shake off the feeling, but that just makes it worse. The traffic that comes with the hustle of a hospital is not helping at all, and causes Henry to constantly check over his shoulder. With each glance, he is expecting to see that black trench coat with the small-rimmed hat. Henry closes his eyes to keep from running, but that causes his nightmare to birth into a vivid picture. This makes Henry dart into to bathroom to throw up, and ultimately taking vacancy on the toilet seat. Through the crack he sees the man again. There stood the tall dark figure replacing his hat. Henry spoke no sound, not even a breath, to keep his location secret. Eventually the man leaves, and Henry believes his mind has gone crazy.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
I rather be normal and healthy
Than ever rich and wealthy.
I'm tired of sickness and disease
And by the time I'm 20, I'll have no knees.
I've had a cyst, and now I have a tumor
But at least nothing's stolen my sense of humor.
At a single time, I had three threatening ailments
I'm like a train on the tracks racing towards derailment.
I usually eat healthy and I run everyday,
So why are am I always needing another x-ray?
I'm a walking death trap, waiting to die
But at this point, I don't know why.
I'm invincible but dying
So I'm sitting here sighing
And enjoying the irony
Of being dead, but also alive.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
I don't need love
love never needs
It's an illusion
an arrangement
that derailment
I don't want love
love never wants
It's pollen lesion
a depressive disease
awaiting for a lease
I can't beg for love
for I owe no debt
alone I came to live
without butterflies
in a lonesome cave
I can't hurt for love
for I have no tears
or eclipsed fears
moments are a brief
test of one's essence
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
it's pain
missing someone you know
you can never see again
but it's a special kind of torture
to miss the man sitting right
next to me
has he left yet?
an imminent departure that
looms ominously in the future
concrete and yet nebulous in
its heat-wrenching reality
but am i not already gone
departed from this bag of bones
the sack of flesh
that holds your hand
physically next to you but
miles away
lost
in the shadow world of
haze and fog
detached so that you can't
be ripped from my heart
or at least
i won't be able to feel it
like a ghost reaching for the
tenuous solidity of life
you slip right through my fingers
the last drops of water
in the barren wasteland of
famine and drought
sun scorched earth
desert land parched with
cracks running like
fault lines
and i'm waiting for the earthquake
the meteor impact
for a chasm to open up and
devour me
to take away my agency
so i won't have to die
by my own hand
but what else am i to do?
i am a rapidly swirling
hurricane
a typhoon of uncontrollable
emotion and thoughts
chained to the white matter
tethered to my brain
scratching away as a constant
reminder that you're leaving
and i'll once more be
abandoned
alone
nothing
but loneliness is a familiar friend
am i a monster?
or just a machine
trundling towards the
end of the tracks
the derailment of my
tenuous sanity
and i welcome the carnage
the shards of glass and
twisted metal that
harkens back to the
burdening truth inside that
i'm still here and the
pain is unbearable
and i'm broken
like a swallow's shattered wing
i try to fly but
that gelatinous appendage
can't bear me to the sky
so i fall and pass you
on the way down
and i never expected you to catch
me
you didn't
but your face
that blur registering only
as that unmistakeable longing
that soul crushing emotion that
settles in my heart and
clogs the arteries until
its furious beats are choked out
but i welcome death
because i live in those
tenuous moments between
the last heartbeat
and the cessation of neural firings
i'm drowning
i can't keep my head above water
but the burning in my lungs
can't distract me from
that ripping clawing terror
in my chest
and not even death can
erase the gaping
empty
vacuum
you leave in your wake.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Days pass by like a speeding train
Fast on its path and hard to derail
Till someone comes by and interferes
Trains do one thing and that's move
Sometimes a bit hard getting started
But once it happens it's a tank in motion
So what happens to a derailed train
hundreds of thousands of pounds
all coming to an abrupt halt
Crushing anything in its path
A once solid steel unstoppable vehicle
Now slowly slides to a halt
The dust has been stirred
Clouds are rolling
leaving all affected by its derailment
Lightly covered in dust
To all who have been afflicted i'm sorry
Why am i sorry you may ask
I am the train.
Metaphorically That is
not once ounce of the pain i caused was intentional.
I'd just like you all to know
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
And here,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Is my life’s reoccurring theme,
Or motif, per say:
You have certain expectations
And requirements
Waiting to be fulfilled.
You build up a spectacular
Amount of anticipation
And collect quite the quantity
Of anxious awaiting
For simplistic disappointment
And a derailment or detachment
Of dented dreams.
It’s pretty ******* pathetic.
But you become apathetic
And solve your problems
By running away
And discovering
New things
New people
New toys
New distractions
And expectations
And wait for the cracks
To be filled.
But it won’t.
And it’s the sickest
Most cruel cycle of cynicism
I subject myself to.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Pig body with a man's face
eradicating the human race
Possibly the opposite
balance melons, call 'em ****
The anger uprising
OBEY surprising
Read what it says on the back of my Oakleys
Made in China
Considered derailment
Cannot understand the Satan in a man to commit the heinous crime of ****
To another human being, for goodness sake!
Prayer, prayer,
with unanswered need.
Read these words, take some heed
None of us gain anything from the sin of greed.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
I am not okay! But If I were to start now and tell you how I feel, I would stutter and find no words sufficient enough to articulate the feelings, accumulated over the years. I have been strong for far too many years, my sanity is under involuntary control...it feels as if I am one touch away from derailment. If I fall now, would you catch me or would you let me be the victim of your lips as laughter fills your mouth...
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC
I think sometimes,
When you fall too fast,
When you begin to love someone too much,
You start to brace yourself for the impact,
The plane crash
The train derailment
The pain that you will feel when they leave you
Because when you fall too hard
And when you love just a little too much
It never seems to work
The pain is unavoidable
And the worst part is
I think you know it
You know it from the very first moment
The first time you look into their eyes
When you first see their smile
You know
That eventually those eyes and that smile
Will no longer give you life
But be the demons that torture you inside when you want to sleep at 3am
Trying to forget every word he had ever said to you
You know
You just know
Yet you fall for it anyway
~b.d.o.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
I climbed aboard a train that took me
Further and faster
Than others on horseback.
Yet now I'm desperate:
The map is all wrong,
These stations I pass are those
I wanted most to avoid.
I want to change direction,
But see only miles and miles
Of straight track ahead.
Will there be another junction,
A crossing of tracks,
A way to reroute,
To change course?
Or is the only option
Derailment?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
If I were asleep right now, you'd be all I dream
I'd feel your warmth through the covers, so it seems
But right now, as you sit in the passenger seat
Of my parked car, I can't help but feel deceit
Emanate from your gaze, your smile, your laugh
How can you look me in the eye and say, "It's all in the past?"
True, I know you're not perfect, but nobody is
And I've no intention of being a perfect kid
But listen to me when I tell you that my love for you is hopeless
Hopelessly enduring, endeavoring, embracing
Whatever painful realizations I might be facing
Whatever derailment I'll have to follow through
Whatever ******* mistake I may or may not do
I just wanted you to know you are my hopeless everything
Even as you close the passenger door behind you
And tune out my words with some Broken Social Scene
As you throw a stone through my car window
And as the glass pierces my elbow
As you elude me in a fit of tears
That I know I've brought out of you, my dear
As I drive away in silence
Consoling myself through musical compliance
Now, as I lie here in bed, I can't help but crave you
I combat your warmth with the rush of a drug
My second white girl, my first being you
And as I stare at the ceiling, I see the glow-in-the-dark stars
That you and I placed, calling the ceiling light Mars
I find that I miss you, darling, I miss you so much
But how can you miss something that you could never touch?
A someone who never really loved you much
A someone who exists only in dreams
Well, I don't know...I'm frightened it seems
To wake up from this and return to my loneliness
This is my life, I guess....
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
The Port Lincoln with a headed green
reminds of all the vanished love songs
tires of doom and cages of hope
some days the rawness cascaded
burning my sole with remnant matters
in a lovely world where we aspired
with fixed attires that truly perspired
At the heart of this desert bloom
where nothingness claims attention
at the hand of the sunken gloomy sun
which prevails the dry land it scorches
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities
At the heart of the desert bloom
where the rain fades inside the sandy dunes
casting the breeze to the barren land
with unconcern perils and derailment
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities
At the heart of a desert bloom
on the silvery aligned amber bridge
overlooking the stratified red rocks
where guanos and snakes rest and arrest
appeasing and hissing the untold secrets
At the heart of the desert bloom
on a mounted grill of unmovable waters
lying meters deep, overlaid by the patch
patterned with blackness and debris
as a heavenly breeze whispers of beginnings
At the heart of the desert bloom
where the past was long laid and cast
painted at the end of a two year past
of prolific and demonic disengagement
on passageways where all there is moves on
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Sober.
It's an acquired state on mind.
A conscious
A quietness
A fondness
One may say, a heir achy, from you all.
Drunk.
Also an acquired state of mind.
A derailment
A letting go of it all
An unseen hurting inside
You don't know whats happened to that soul
An incident so unforgiving its led to this black hole
The judge in you thinks your above that sad being
But in their own self conscious, it's trouble they are fleeing
(Never judge what you never know)
JJB
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC