"failsafe" poems
A dream you told me of:
Defusing a time-bomb embedded in the womb of your dead mother.
I don’t know if you were smart enough to flip the failsafe
Or if you indiscriminately yanked wires out, like your dangerous thoughts.
A dream I told you of:
at the midpoint of their parents’ anniversaries, by the ruins of every immortalized
kingdom, she is wearing her mother’s dress and he is too.
“father wanted to castrate or **** me,” he said, conversationally.
they have so much in common. they live the tragedy of armchair **** fantasies,
tend to ****** their own genitals when lost in thoughts of the obstruction of
their desires. (which, really, is pointless
because they don’t desire anything besides fondling their own genitals.)
Blinded Oedipus does not notice
Electra’s concealed ******* dagger. A thousand years between them, yet they’re still children conceived of
Mitigated **** and blood sacrifice for the sake of sailing, and
Defined by deficit from the beginning; her crippled mind sang
to his hollowed eyes. Kinslayers becoming kin,
Entranced by the illusions of the other but really
Loving only the unmistakable reflections of their own sins.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
Nothing these days is truly failsafe.
You buy some Ultrathins and the babies might win,
even the Trojan horse had issues for the boys of Troy.
Fancy ribbed models can end up in shreds
& I've seen the reservoir tips burst.
But if you're still ***** & thirst for safe ***
you should try different combinations
of tubed-latex along with 'the pill'
dispensed from
the fancy circular monthly-packages.
That's your best bet,
your best chance of survival.
If anything, don't be a dinosaur
thinking your living Jurassic,
this is about being prophylactic
'cause nobody knows
what killed those ornery
unprotected beasts.
The experts believe,
it was probably
a rare disease
that got 'em.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
If there's one thing I regret in this life
It's that I wasted my finely honed gift of telepathy
On Internet dice games
Free apps, obviously designed
To stave off pure boredom
And **** precious time
Free games, without even a small pay-off
Free games, worth every penny
Free games, not so much the skill of telepathy
Dice games, the luck of the roll
Dice games, immune to strategy of any kind
Dice games, not so much the skill of telepathy
It's times like these I rue the day
I came to the realization
The wells of telepathy had run dry
The deep ocean of telepathy sopped up
With the proud assurance that I knew exactly
When my opponent would roll or bank
I could have been a diplomat, read some leaders' minds
Or a well respected advisor, or even a CIA spy
I could have made a killing, a fortune teller's wage
A gift that kept on giving because people want to know
From where they once were coming and where they soon will go
Or something half as simple as a failsafe "yes" or "no"
I could have done a lot of things
But only one thing that I would
Kick some *** playing Farkle
And yea though I feel some regret
And yea though this decision seems drastic
Come, all ye faithful, watch me kick your ***** at Farkle
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 10:37 AM UTC
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To **** off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
I have a killswitch in me
You could call it a failsafe
It happens when you look at me
And tell me that you feel safe
Quickest way to make a coward run
Just tell em that you're counting on em
Everything about love frightens me
Bubbling up the sickening flight in me
Tunnel vision always looking towards the end
Believing even one false move could break me so I don’t even bend
One foot out the door but still pretending I might stay
Set up the pieces I claim the winnings before you even start to play
Roll the dice thinking gotcha now I’ll hide the aces up my sleeve
I lift my tongue and tip my hat make it so **** easy to believe
Knew love was just an innocent still I tossed it to its jail
Locked up my feelings for the life of me I won’t ever post the bail
You think I’m what you want see me glitter think I’m gold
Spray paint my lies with pretty colors fake my warmth to hide what’s cold
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
One more recess
and I depress the lever
then laying prone
with a metronome that ticks away
like a clock that's gone awry
I lie and close my eyes and listen to the steady beat
tick
tick
I lick chapped lips and wonder where the balm would be
inside the conservatory
or in the kitchen drawer?
My lips are sore
my life's a bore and so, prone upon the bed
I step outside of this weary head and wander through the passages
remembering massages and brief encounters
steps on which I've stood and wept
stairways crept up fitfully
just to see what was up there
and now
I come across the bare light
the coldness of the moonlight
and the howling of the winds that bite and harried me along
for I in fear would not delay
to welcome in another day and welcome out the night
polite is always best to be
never know when you might see or need a darker place
so just in case
I go that extra mile put out a charming smile
and all the while
my insides churn
my body burns
twists and turns and
in turns I see
the metronome that laughs at me
and what a waste then it would be
tick
tick
never as sick as when you're well
too much heaven down here in hell.
Then rising
realising that I'm back at where I started from
is like someone has dropped the bomb
and I am just collateral
a colony of flattery
and a sycophantic man I'll be
until the evening when I see
that no one stands alone with me.
In this saturation
this desolation spiced up with my perspiration
I don't smell so sweet
another timely beat from my friend metronome
ticks the box and I am home
tomorrow I may lie prone again
tomorrow just might be the same as if in this never ending game
I do not go to jail or collect my bonus from the bank.
Why So Serious
well Frank, the Government sponsored failsafe think tank
said to me,
'drug free is the way to go and then he went'
leaving me with bones so crooked,bent I can hardly stand
A helping hand that helps itself
to dreams of youthfulness and health
I see
or rather cannot see
what is the point and what's for me
but that is just another lie
tick
tick
my how time does fly.
Why
I don't think I'l ever know the answers that I seek so
dearly
I'm not nearly bright enough.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
You call and say I'm aberrant
You don't wanna be stuck indoors deviating
I don't like your storms
I miss your floodwaters
I need an affectional sleet
I miss your earthquakes
Then you came with all your quaking
You must think I'm an aftershock
You must think I'm abnormal
Now I can't find the volcanism without you
Volcanism without you
Queer and two
Like the ingenue over slew
Subthalamic and cuckoo
And I'm dancing because you're undue
Twisters ain't nothing when I'm betraying with ya
Gay
Do you mind if I steal a permafrost?
I miss your downdrafts
Calamities are not safe
I don't like your cataclysms
And every homosexuality is failsafe
Then you came with all your frothing
You must think I'm a calvinism
It's time we had some infernos
Will you hold me tight and not go flaming
You don't wanna be stuck indoors backtracking
When I'm shaming with ya
Shaming with ya
When I'm with you, all I have is inappropriate thoughts
It's time we had some embarrassments
I'm rebuking 'til dawn
Na na na na gay
Na na gay
Like the tray over buffet
Na na na na gay
Like the valet over heyday
Transgender and ok
Got more halfway
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
I was hoping
in this bubble we live
to keep my heart from harm
it is to you I give
all my treasures sacred
All I am or hope to be
so if my love was threatened
you'd keep it safe,
for me
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
He speaks with conviction.
He recites the truth.
He reminds me of the pitfalls,
and the consequence
of actions uncouth.
He warns me of me.
He is the voice of reason.
He's forward and knows no subtlety.
He is the failsafe,
the adult and caution.
He challenges me always.
He is unforgiving with his words.
He's always into blacks and whites;
Never the greys.
Between us,
he's the lighthouse in my head.
My saviour,
my invisible third.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
FRIENDSHIP:
All in the same ship or
All in the same boat.
Friends do their best
To understand things
Shared by friends.
FRIENDSHIP TO SOME:
The interests of a politician
An agenda manipulating
Your position.
FRIENDSHIP TO ME:
It is not a dictatorship
It does not grab the wheel
It always makes you feel
You are in control.
Friendship does not focus
On fates remains
It cloaks your fears and
Shares the blame.
Friendship is not a forfeit
It closes ears and eyes
To those that accuse and
Deny though on a certain
Level it always remembers
Because its failsafe can
Never forget.
DEEPER FRIENDSHIP:
And then there is a
Deeper purer friendship
Based upon unconditional
Love and mutual respect
Which catapults it
Into a whole new
Dimension of caring and
Nurturing
Which
Transcends simply caring
For its own and glorifying
Its bones in a well-kept
Grave of the status quo
But grows into an
Uncanny respect and
Caring for others
Beyond cliquish and
Familial bonds.
FRIENDSHIP'S BASIS:
Often made of the
Imperfect
Of things that may
Seem
To contradict.
It often overlaps
Most relationships.
And though it may not
Seem to be a monolith
We must sometimes stand
Alone on plains unknown.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:11 AM UTC
I think we go through this life screaming and hurtling,
like a man in a chute, falling.
As he dives down this chute,
faster and faster, his hands continually shoot out.
As if to grab something.
Anything.
But it’s all so smooth, no breaks
no ledges, not foot holds or failsafe’s.
Down and down he goes.
So desperate he becomes,
when he sees the circle of light above him start to shrink and disappear.
Watch him screeching, clawing, gnashing, and dying,
all to return again to the light he no longer remembers.
And while others above him appear bathed in light,
he cannot see that they fall just the same;
all hands outstretched in apocalyptic pleading.
Never once knowing escape was be found at the bottom,
not the top.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
I've always said **** the circus
Cheap theatrics and easy money
I see I'm a few feet out on a tightrope, that's my job
Ironic, unfortunately
Somebody laid a few pillows out on this side
I appreciate the concern but I'm a professional
The net on that side is a failsafe
That we usually use, it is used
You really need to know how to fall
Need not apply, we work for peanuts
You know, cheap money and easy theatrics
So it goes, being within being without
But if you brought the pillows
And if you like the peanuts
Stick around, who knows
You just might enjoy the show
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Your mind.
Your still mind.
Producing words to fill the void,
Consumes my mind with static.
Your bonds,
Commited to your indecisions
Until they crash,
And I make a face that best
Portrays that I might too
Find that you yourself construed
An oddly placed pitfall
Just as unexpectedly tragic.
I can answer your questions
With sincere like gestures
To fulfill your gaps with validation.
Give your misconstrued attempts
An empathic meaning.
A destiny, a reason
To find false comfort
Within a failsafe explanation.
A modern day depiction
As Adam and eve,
Could only survive in
Modern day creation.
You can rest assured
That in this moment you are living;
Count on me to analyze
Finding holes in others' lies
As if clear vision stripped a man's rights,
And I myself have made a victim
Of a man wrapped, and strangled
In his own less estranged,
More confident decisions.
If a tree falls in the woods
And no one is around to hear this,
Are we not bound by logic sake
To eat the lies
If all our closest friends,
Those hurt most by the truth
Would abandon us
if only not to hear them.
I rest my ears and count my words.
If one day I am recited,
I can only hope the words recalled
Are by those the world
Could not so easily frighten.
I'm a writer of childish whims.
To think a man could see his sins,
These freedoms from a man-made prison
As more than feat of retribution.
The walls you place over
Your mind.
Your still mind.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
Turning into the face that you turned into before and you find that the face is the face you can't face anymore so you put on another and it's the same as the last and the face you once cast off is the last one you liked.
It's the makeup, the put-down, the smile that you smile or the frown that you make, a mash of a pancake mix, but you fix it and stick to the programme that's set.
But the faces come back and when you don't even know they start to grow on you, alter your features and you become all those creatures you saw in the film shows, always turning into but never remain, it's like your brain has a failsafe, but it fails to make you feel safe so you switch it on auto.
I know.
so many turnings into and out from and back to the basics.
but it is always the faces that turn,
they're like playdough and plasticine rolled into one and each face is the copy of one gone before.
Each face that I am is the face of the man that I was or became and each turn is the turn in the game that we play as we change every second, every hour,
every day.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
I see them walking
Holloweyed
Through the open ended questions
Of answers long denied
Pliant yet defiant
Inauspiciously claiming failures
As a placation to the future
Where we're all being lured
By obligation of invitation
Requiring servile adherance
To regimented augmentation
As we ponder our slow advance
Beyond perspicacious reasoning
Of all tried and untrue routes
Where war and pain Trump vision
When humanity is slain by vanity...
......as the future is subjected to the uncertainty ...
.......of all our failsafe doubts !!!
So......
I see us all falling
Blindly
Through the open ended questions
Of answers ....still being pushed aside
AND TOO LONG DENIED !!!!!!!!!
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Keep It Light, Keep it light
Keep it light for fuck's sake,
for fuck's sake keep it light
Keep it light, just keep talking about the weather
Don't look directly at the objects weighing on your mind
Identify the myriad peripheral minutiae
And save this sombre revelation for another place and time.
Keep it bright, cos I need some comic relief
No need to state the fact that things are really ******
So keep your stinking bandages wound up nice and tight now
Everyone can see but they're just trying not to look
Keep It Light, Keep it light
Keep it light for fuck's sake,
for fuck's sake keep it light
Keep it light, keep that unthinking tongue moving
You and I both know there's nothing much to say
Keep doubling those negatives, don't stop your glottle.
Create meaning in keeping silences at bay
Don't invite comparisons between each petty grievance.
Sanctify the failsafe that disconnects them all.
Tell yourself there's more to this than sum of it's parts.
Keep on counting up the bricks but disregard the wall.
Keep It Light, Keep it light
Keep it light for fuck's sake,
for fuck's sake keep it light
Don't excite yourself by looking straight at your problems
Just relax, pretend that tomorrow is a different day
Take enough pills to put it off a few more hours;
but not enough to permanently make it go away
Keep it in, don't think your insights make you special
The self-aware will all still share the empty-headed's fate
Vibrate the air with sickly cares if you want to.
none of your pretty, ****** words will hold any weight.
If You're lonely?
Well We're all lonely.
and if you're You're tired
Well so am I.
You wish you had more time to waste
In ways more fitting to your taste
You wish you didn't mind it.
Living life as you find it.
Don't think your the only one who sees the yawning void
Beneath this hideousness and decay
and whilst you cook up artful ways to try and make us see it
All we're tryna do is look away
All we want to do is look away
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC