"detracting" poems
Let's hold out hope for the crippled.
Hope for the crippled?
No thanks, this crip doesn't need your hope.
This crip needs you to stop.
Stop labeling me.
Stop feeling sorry for me.
Stop pitying me and my 'poor life'
Just ******* stop!
No, really, I'm okay. I don't need you.
I don't need you or your miracles.
Don't tell me God works miracles
And to hold out hope
Because maybe one day I'll walk
Or maybe I'll get to see from both eyes
Because God works miracles
But you're too busy fixing what isn't broken that you forget
If I was truly made in his image this crip doesn't need healed.
This crip doesn't need your prayers or miracles.
This crip doesn't need your God or your salvation.
This crip doesn't need your hope.
Poor soul, she's diminished by her disability.
Diminished by my disability?
The only thing I'm diminished by
Is your inability to understand
That before anything else I am human.
I make mistakes and have flaws.
I feel, probably more than most,
And sometimes those feelings get in the way.
I empathize but I am done sympathizing.
You say my wheelchair is a blessing in disguise.
Why can't it just be a blessing?
A blessing that comes with lots of lessons.
Some that I learn the hard way and some that come easy.
But this wheelchair doesn't need a reason
To teach me (or you) a lesson.
Sure, it frustrates me when a wheel breaks or I fall on a broken sidewalk
But it teaches me humility and patience.
And there's no reason to disguise that this wheelchair is a blessing.
So, please take your hope and pity
Your guilt and salvation elsewhere
Because they're defeating the purpose. They're detracting from the point.
I am not diminished by my disability.
I am not to be quieted or pitied
I am not your reason to feel guilty
I am not a burden
I am human.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Body lights and the obtuse
A crooked branch acting
Quickly as a noose detracting
In alumnus' eyes and trepidation
The all too obscene becomes normality
A fallacy of epic notoriety
Drawn to conspiracy and altruism
And banality
Fools' boring ruse
And tumble
Fatality
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Destract me, quickly
I'm starting to see...
I don't want to feel nothing
I don't want to be empty
Everything is detracting me
I'm starting to see...
I don't want to feel anything
I just want to be clean
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
If you don't ever try
You might never live
Worst you can do is die
Blessed with death to give
Words contrived to fruition
Climb upon my shoulders
Take a look at new ambition
Papers finally free from folders
Thoughts magically transformed to verse
Imagery and idolatry bleed ink to prose
Detracting my distraction is another curse
Explanations obscured as frustration grows
King of the world today, ever so omnipotent
Afflicting Memories distance away and fade
Wake up tomorrow and could be impotent
Clutched to a beautiful creature in the shade
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
It's a fragile balancing act
To stay on track
With all these
Attractions
Detracting
From my
Distractions impact
Its impact
On the blurring depictions
Of pictures burned
In fictions past
Frames so perfect
They cracked
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Its a fragile balancing act, to stay on track, with all these attractions detracting from my distractions impact, on the blurring depictions of pictures burned in fictions past.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC
I could see fragility in her eyes I had never seen there before
For my friend always smiles, always has counsel for others, always there, even when she is hurt this is different, painful too see
Too try to explain that look in any child’s eyes would be almost impossible
Lost, empty, fearful, distraught
Seeing it in a grown woman’s face was no different.
Week by week I see her face
It counts down in anguish, like a clock
Irony some call our faces clocks!
But I swear it counts down with each view, the sadness weighs the skin, and the eyes try to hide the hurt
Not detracting from her beauty, oh no
At fifty she still has the looks of a woman a decade younger, at least, and the body to complement that, but her voice is her jewel
Listening to her sing has brought laughter and tears to many, but, I digress
I can't help the one who helps everyone else
The one who always does her bit and more and more often for the unappreciative
I just listen
To watch one you love leave this world is agony
To watch a parent, unimaginable, slow and heartbreaking
The fragility in those eyes is love in its entire splendor
The tears for a man who only ever gave, she was one of his greatest gifts
Soon he will leave and leave behind a precious heart
One of the kindest I have ever known
But those eyes I don't think will ever be the same
But look closely for another star will twinkle in them
That light carries on
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
I want it so bad I can taste it,
So much that me teeth ache with it.
I see it each and everyday
And my mind keeps those thoughts on replay.
It's in my hands, they tremble and shake,
It's in my legs, standing on a land of earthquakes.
Life might hold some deeper meaning to you,
That there's a final use for all that school,
But this right here - the music - is it for me.
I can't see past it, there's no other way.
So though I love you, I must say,
Babe, all you do is get in the way,
Distracting and detracting from the final goal.
Something like that I just can't stand for, so
Please - because I asked - move.
You and I, its just not the same groove.
If it's meant to be, we'll get back someday,
But I can't put you through the rejection again.
When I'm following my path this way,
It hurts and breaks me beyond inside.
I feel my walls, my soul, being torn.
Believe my words when I tell you -
It's better this way -
When you've gone yours and I mine.
You'll move on to another who's better,
Someone who will give you what you deserve,
Because, for the time being at least,
I will assuredly give you less,
And God knows you were born for the best.
So, leave me please, but don't forget me.
I'll be back for you someday,
But at the moment, it's just better this way.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
Would it be insensitive and unkind
to say I don’t like letters enclosed with Christmas cards?
Usually they glow with all the lovely and bright things
in the family that make parents proud.
You don’t hear about the dark underbelly
of their lives that would likely ruin your Christmas mood.
I suppose that is a gift. But it seems so unreal.
My wife wrote one this year.
It is mostly about adventures and comic misadventures
in our travels.
A couple of the stories reveal the raconteur in her
and remind me of her dad who was a master storyteller.
Her letter brings a smile to my face.
But there is too much about my various afflictions -
detracting from my strong male image.
But at my advanced age, I care less about image.
And that’s a good thing.
So this year, have mercy on your friends
and don’t include a letter unless you type:
“Optional Reading” at the top.
Merry Christmas 2017
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
i contend
you're still my best friend
there was a lot of good ****
and a lot of sappy poems writ
and a whole helluva lot more
but there were still bad times
and plenty of terrible rhymes
and you walking out that door
cut to your words “can we talk”
as the tears ran down your cheek
and as i turned to walk
away despite wanting to speak
about why you felt you had to go
because you didn’t have to, you know
or maybe you did
who am i to kid
you know i used to wonder
when i'd inevitably make a blunder
i wondered “how long until the day
comes that i drive you away”
and with how much i used to complain
i knew one day i’d drive you insane
and while you might not have been mad
it was clear that you were sad
and though i don't know quite how it was ever true but it was
so i did everything i could to bring you joy simply because
i love you unconditionally, it’s plain as day to see
that you are the world and so wonderful to me
and i'm sorry that needing words was so detracting
but instead of erasing these memories or redacting
them i have decided it’s best to include
all the good, all the bad, out of honesty
i hope that’s not rude
but don’t you see that all of it, beginning to end
is important, to me, my deerest best friend
i know it’s never news but i’ll still always confess
that i love you way more than i could ever impress
just with words or a poem or even a book
more than puns or a kiss or a pointed cute look
and it may not be what you want to hear
not right now, not for awhile, maybe even a year
but i love you
unconditionally
just to be clear
you’re light and you’re warm and you’re wonderfully pure
and i know that i'm certain, i'm one hundred and ten percent sure
you are the one
no joke this time
not even a pun
you are the light of my life
despite all of this strife
and i promise that will never change
no matter how much our lives rearrange
and unlike last time
when i ended without a rhyme
and there was no end to your frustration
you can rest assured and with plenty of elation
that this time, my deer
will be no different
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
Ah, yes I forgot how easy it is to deconstruct people
Like watches and clocks, they all have their own intricate gears shifting and turning
Still, a precise instrument is able to take apart those intricacies and expose that inherent layer of vulnerability
I very much enjoy exposing these facades and their artificial substance
I choose to be that precise instrument
Gratification comes in droves when the opportunity to reveal the truth presents itself
I can see it all around me…These masks
Feebly attempting to cover up for shortcomings while detracting from those around them
I laugh! I rave! How could I not?
So much drama and bluster amounts to nothing more significant than the cream atop a warm apple pie
It amuses me! It defines me! These performances to a non-existent audiences
I could not survive without the chance to tear down these fakes
To rip off that mask and clear their vision
So they could finally cease their endless whines
So they could open their eyes and see
They’re just as ugly as you and me
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
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often i am retrodden after passing a lengthy sleep battle
day following day i wake in and out loftily bobbing
nodding into conversation and durring out
like a tiny failing electric fan
struggling to appear present and take part
then whirring into a congested cumulus
a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee
she dribbles her features into her colourful lap
her words become a slury chum of incoherence
(she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her
she may upon a whim form another person altogether)
i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature)
the opposing to what may seem
this fella supports my depressions feature being
and monitor's my decline
fleshed out to drain me
whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision
shaking in a drabby coat and baring its dumbed face
i'm turned inward on drooping wealth
and rot in the anxious conglomeration
a distracted reality from reality already conquered
flagged and declared ;
the phony thing that's real
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC