"futureless" poems
Agony and Pain,
Filled in the eyes,
Gaze seeing beyond..
Future is unpredictable
Life is futureless
Yet,
You, My Farmers you toil the soil...
Year after year,
You keep on working
Tilling the land,
Sowing the seeds,
Waiting for the rain..
And watch clouds pass by...
The shower doesn't happen,
The seeds don't germinate,
The crop doesn't turn up .
Yet again,
One more year of despair...!
The pain in eyes..
Hurts the heart
but,
Lips always smile..
They have a task of,
Explaining your child
About how next year...
We will buy
New dress
New toy
New shoes
New bag
It's been years since your child saw anything new...
Since your wife bought a new dress..
You anyways are not even in list...
The family understands..
The years foods is collected,
Bare minimum...
Child education should continue
Regardless..
But...
The loan goes
Higher...
Bigger
Humongous..
You cannot bear the thought...
The farm being in mortgage..
You don't know what to do...
Finally,
You are tired,
You decide, as your neighbor..
You shall too end your life...
Go away in peace..
Away from all these...
Hurt is too much
To bear,
Pain is too much
To wear,
Life is miserable
And
Lips refuse to smile..
Child s haunting eyes,
You can't decipher...
Finally...
You end your life....
.
.
.
Your wife now bears it all...
All alone...
Life continues....!!
Sparkle In Wisdom
Dec 2018
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Addict.
electrifying
steel to skin, metal caress
most intimate touch
intoxicating
pleasure and pain mixing bold
sketching hearts on sleeves
exhibitionist
walking canvas, ****** art
permanent war paint
*******
unhireable
regrettable decisions
just wait till you sag
appropriation
tribal skull, rose indian
meaningless symbols
rebellious act
futureless punk ***** loser
nine to five. conform.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
A stupid and futureless wino,
was heavily drunk as you know.
He fell in a gutter
and shouted "its better.
This home is the best for a wino"
#limerick
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC
Our love— futureless,
Lost in a sea of memories,
. . . Driftwood in the strands.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
the cicadas know where the wind
went that quit my window--their
branches refuse to conduct.
yet their cadence remains perfected.
singing the wind's futureless window
under a summer sun, is not a punishable
offense.
it's the application of sound to the sense
of some perception, steadily building...
till marooned.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 12:19 PM UTC
To the French couple whose lives were claimed on August 4, 2015 by the desert on the Alkali Trail, White Sands National Monument, New Mexico,
Of this flown away couple
Whose existence was stolen
In the winds of a dry desert
Remember, arid earth
Their last journey
Their tired faces
Trudging, panting
Walking, they kept walking
They were your children
France, they were parenting
And in the landscape
Their image reunited
With the hills far away
With those who passed away
In the winds of a dry desert
In the New Mexico
Of an arid America
They keep on walking
Their remote memory
On this long, long path
Looking for some glory
A futureless glory…
August 12, 2015
Lyon, France
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Brutal baby,
futureless is a brutal heavy extravagant
word to describe what we're going through.
I know I shouldn't be rhyming but,
Would it be better if I were lying?
Hopeless absurdities are slippery slopes,
Blast one single truth reminds me of what I know.
Don't tell me I can't count all the times you bailed me out I tried to
forget but **** your sadistic love is my main drive.
We have our house the excess *** one bottomless pit
Got the future next in line betting on us.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Old enemies follow me still
Lurking in any wardrobe, any bed, any state of mind
An erosion of happiness
I haven't the strength to control
A futureless tomorrow haunts me
Please, let destiny smile on me again
And grant me this dream
No more heartache
No more break ups
Please let him be my last boyfriend.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Teach me where I belong in
A world that believes in absolutes
No place takes reason for reason
A cruel world it is where the liars are in
Control where the truth seekers are paid
In pennies and pain and where
Can I find you here
The absolute truth is that nothing
Is absolute but no one believes
Little red
No place takes good for good
For good always ends
I am no good at fighting but fighting
Is the only good these days
Teach me where I belong in
A world that doesn’t accept indecision
I am on one side or I am on
The other and I don’t want to be on either
I just want to be allowed to live
I miss the days when I did not
Know the good old days when ignorance
Was bliss five years ago
I was still innocent
I didn’t know
My home is drowning and
Nobody cares about whether we can
Breathe because we don’t breathe
For him because lives are only numbers
We are only stories in the end but these
Days people only care about the
Past is the past and no one can forget it
Not even me even I cannot
Escape the allure of the rearview mirror
When I’m running
Out of road my future is futureless when
He doesn’t want me to
Succeed he thinks he is God but he is
Sinking like a lead zeppelin and he
Will have to drown with us unless he is
Dead before he can
Teach me how to belong in
A world that does not exist
Step one is to find forever where hides
The future doesn’t matter anymore
It is futureless unless we
Save it now but now is over in
A decade or so
I do not know whether I will live
Past thirty I think not
I don’t want to live in
A world without color without coral
My home is on fire and I
Cannot breathe but we have already
Established that my lungs are full of water
Anyways we have
A decade or so
I feel I am the only one left
who cares
who cares
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.
Life is an endless suicide.
Every day is a razor blade.
Oceans have been born from the tears I have cried.
I have nothing worth saying.
Nobody is worthy of my worthless love.
All things are above me;
I am your bug.
Squash me underfoot without a second to thought.
A liar is sought to take me to the sword.
Life is an egg-timer-paper-canvas.
Paint my reality.
Use only black ink to capture the essence of me.
No colours of light to be seen in this dystopia.
Futureless backdrop of eternity.
I coulda, I woulda, I shudder told ya,
That reality *****
Like an endless vacuum cleaner of the space in-between,
Dreams and meanings.
When speaking of dreaming,
Never forget to tell all,
For the elapses we leave sheathed are the truth.
Let it be seen.
Do not hide beneath leaves,
Awaiting the spring of hopeful youth,
To wake you from your disparity.
Positively never, nothing but negativity.
Daylight is past,
We are tomorrow.
A day to mourn the loss of sorrow.
A day so hollow it cannot be followed,
For it is not worth discussing;
Things do not need sussing,
Or to be succinct;
I am out of ink.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
You're fat!
You would never make a good mum
You're ugly!
Flat chested
A ********
Selfish
Self centred
Manipulative
Futureless
Unaware
You're not getting any younger
Past it!
You don't have money! I have more than you!
Lazy
You've not done this right
You've done this wrong!
You're too weird!
If only you were a bit more like this>..........
Why haven't you done that?
Be more ladylike
Your a ****
You're! Not Your!
Carry on
Pass it round
Fill the cup!
I'll just smile and sip my tea!
Would you like one?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
I don’t believe in the future. I’ve spent almost all my life knowing that I’ll never make it there. That one day I’ll finally get the courage to end the time line. I know that no one will miss me anyway. I see all these people who tolerate my existence. After a week they’ll forget I ever existed. I see me parents. Their tense marriage. I’m the reason that tension is there. I ruined their lives with my presence. They would take a month then realize how much money their saving and maybe even fall back in love. They’ll be fine. My old class mates would perhaps like and comment on a face book post about how tragic my inevitable fate was but, that would be all. I know that the world will keep turning without me yet I’ve never pictured the world turning with me still here. I still can’t see a future past this year. I’ve never considered it a possibility. I don’t know what I’m doing because I never thought I’d make it this far. I fear the future that I never planned for more than the oblivion I’ve been avoiding. Maybe tomorrow I’ll finally be courageous enough to end it. If not. Maybe the next day or a month from now because I don’t believe in the future or rather I don’t believe in my future.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
Written to Matthieu,
Loving
The pain of a doubt .
Seeking.
Perhaps, perhaps, seeking.
Healing
A futureless
Sentimental Wound
Meeting you again
In your words.
Isn’t that just
In real life
Role-playing?
Feeling
In lulls
Your long absences
That’s not a lie
Not getting
If we should take
What’s left to us
What we’re testing.
Remembering
For a few minutes…
Whether we were lovers
I watch you wither.
Thinking
About giving you back
What you thought
You discovered
Seeking, seeking,
Seeking.
Where desire
Has gone
I could tell you
That the past
Must have engraved
What happened
But giving up
Repelling
This memory
Everything is nighttime…
Writing
To know
That darkness
Is hard to drain!
Translated on August 7, 2015
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC