"gutless" poems
Something awful happened late last night,
And here I lie awake at six AM
Upon the sand of Santa Monica.
The cars drive by, but I don’t notice them.
I used up all my gas to get away
From the ****** pond on my bathroom rug.
It’s more than bleach can handle and I’m scared
That I’ve found a more seductive drug.
Fish intestines line the pier and I
Feel no misery for gutless souls.
The rocks are caked in birdshit, kelp and shells
And, as if in mourning, the cormorant calls.
Upon the rusty handrails, seagulls gossip
Just like feathered girls with brains, persisting
To trumpet my depravity in savage squawks,
And to harass the rest of us for existing.
The white-wimpled, cruel, sadistic nuns
Choose an injured sea lion as their prey.
Cowardly, they flee at his sharp barks–
It’s guts that will decide who wins today.
***** creep over the brown-furred body.
Fighting for its life, it bites the shell
And kills its fellow lifeform. When given
The chance, I’ll defend myself as well.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Heart of mine
you ache
****** truth-teller
be silent.
As I lie here
alone
with my spirit flailing wildly
normalcy and whatshouldbe
hold a pillow
and smother its breath.
**** opressors
they are everywhere
they're in marriage
and picketfence
but some cellular drive
made me leave you for them.
I want you
so physically
and cry out in pain
as my heart begs and pleads
for the one that it loves.
I need you
you know me
my mirrortwin, completely
Never have I been so naked
as I am beneath your gaze
I look into a liquid reflection
that adores me,
ether,
bone.
I have simple words only now
they squeeze out of me
bloodied bullets
I wince as I extract them
my gutless runner's high of a promise of security
wears off now
and I notice and I notice
and I notice
the pistol lying comfortably in my own hand.
Oh! my love!
I feel I'm dying.
You were beauty......
On the wind now
the warm, bitter wind
you are gone.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
You think it won't happen, but it does
The sinking feeling, the gutless entry and
You are left to fend for promises that you never
Intended to keep in the first place
I am coldhearted and alone and deserve nothing more
Then to rot here, or there, somewhere
Where your eyes won't follow my every move
And when I will finally fall to my knees
And cry and beg, and bleed and bleed until sore
I will still not understand the price for my sins
As he taunts and teases, pulls and prods
At my long ago innocence, I will falter
To be the girl He intended me to be
Too late and too little devotion to matters of the
Heart, the soul, the in between space
And I am wasted and shedding the wrong skin
Parts that should have been kept floating off into space
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Shrivelled Strawberries are all juiced out.
The fields are to long they block out the streams.
Save yourself from the grains then dropped to many blind mice.
Mines a fried egg , in demand for a content Sunday morning.
Existing for your touch and picture in a frame.
There will be nothing left yearn for but the nest in virtual gain.
Never warranted, never examined.
Dripping taps and a head full of sour *****
Get born again and have the hourly flap jack.
What’s the reason? Give another slip.
I saw this coming, the brand new exclusive six hour clip.
Loaded in a dangerous weapon of peace.
Embrace the floor, thought it shallows the soles of boundless feet.
Inherit the soul that squeezes.
There are the strawberries in a picnic in the middle of winter.
Call us callous and homeless with bitter springs.
Must I follow gutless, mute kings?
I ate the dinner and the news does stink.
You must forgive, you must forget.
This demon sinister is hell bent.
No better to speak the truth.
Jockey full of **** will coil, shake and drain the juice.
Much love and strawberries thought the mouths are dry.
Much prefer a leg of lamb.
Near Apocalypse and blessed is the tinned spam.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
A desperate desperado shivering as the sun sets,
casts it's silky shadows upon the hollows below.
Beneath the cascading denizens of light,
a puff of smoke waltzes across the December sky,
a patient without his insurance with nothing left but
callous empty third-person reassurance,
"everything will be better" as she said.
But better is always easy when your hand isn't writing the letter.
Save your proverbs for an open ear,
this one is half deaf and full of itself,
despite your intent,
your lack of action perpetuates malcontent.
After all we're all just passing moments
gone and forgotten, evicted,
convicted of being a gutless mime,
going through the motions,
minus a true notion.
A confused calculator short circuiting under an oil leak
spitting out numbers, complicating already complicated complexities
subtracting numerals adding funerals
dividing families multiplying tragedies
It's just a numbers game, and we can't participate
we're just the studio audience, recorded live without any life.
Flashing signs tell us when to laugh and when to cry,
pre-determined automated messages contrived to convince.
And I'm stuck spinning in the corner,
with my hands on my head.
Senselessly blurting out: Why?!
But don't mind me, I'm just another lost soul
trapped with my head in the sky.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 11:59 AM UTC
So long and overdue,
The time starting askew,
Everything reversing to previous,
Views of simply devious,
Creatures of the night,
Time is now plight,
Prepare the cold grounds,
Enemies scorn those around,
It is those weak,
Who will soon peak,
Top of the charts,
Of deaths new art,
Headless gutless warriors attest,
Really trying their best,
To survive and ****
It takes much skill,
To stomach the pain,
Not letting your brain,
See what is on,
You are a pawn,
A game called chess,
Your turn to address,
The move to take,
Decipher who is fake,
And who is real,
Background their a deal,
Waiting to be made,
By Bankers being overpaid,
While people being honest,
Will all soon protest,
If not soon enough,
It will be tough,
To stop an army,
Of ignorance will be,
Those who are controlled,
Many do as told,
What now lies ahead,
Civil obedience mindless dead,
Wandering the empty streets,
Looking for minor threats,
Yelling terrorist every corner,
More for the coroner,
Those who lived free,
In debt free society,
People traded not sold,
Their time being told,
To live meaningless life,
Throats pressed by knifes,
Told to live right,
According to someone bright,
As pile high ****
Being full of it,
This right that wrong,
What happened came along,
In form of kids,
Passed to more kids,
Information of all lies,
Except select few hide,
Snickering as we die,
Keeping everyone under control,
Knowing what is foretold,
Is mostly not know,
Minds are closely sewn,
Together with simple lies,
Mostly ignored but disguised,
As nothing but truth,
Just another common sleuth,
Slipping between the cracks,
Not aware to react,
Used to being told,
Not to stand bold,
Against what is done,
We are of one,
United States of Dumb,
Easily manipulated fat popularity,
Contest of egocentric masculinity,
Where everyone has problems,
None actual solves them,
Differences made to keep,
Everyone nice and neat,
Happy competitive argumentative discouraged,
Four bowls of porridge,
Hot cold just right,
Fourth not in sight,
In another hidden room,
Your name on tomb
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
What hollow, caustic foulness lies behind the neatly edged hedges,
fences, plastic window frames and glass?
Resting, waiting to be woken, scream what now must not be spoken
Blood-lust of a gutless middle class
What simple lies must needs be told in bold authoritative tones
To activate the drones and make them fight -
To know, that if the call should come they'd march to that benighted drum
And sacrifice intelligence for right?
How big a monster must be built to shoulder guilt for every creeping fear
and insecurity and loss,
Till every hip and critical disclaimant finds a reason for believing
and then carries it, across.
How many layers must be stripped to tip the wretched shreds of indecision
into morals blown apart
And harmless bigot who, at work, was tolerated with a smirk
Now drives a dirk into a stranger's heart?
Now doctor, teacher, business leader, well-respected educated man
proclaims his harmlessness anew,
Make no mistake: the quills are fine and ready as the porcupine
prepares to show what harmless beasts can do.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 9:46 AM UTC
Picking skin off the dead flesh
bones naked from muscle mass
a bloodied gore infested chest
a vulture feasts upon the distress
paitence nonexistant
a gutless meal persistent without regret
they'll vocally attack your mistake
fueled with dire fret
a wild screech demand
a groundbreaking command
it's claping claws sever
its a vultures life forever
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
Christine stood
at the ward window
peering out
at the snow
you stood beside her
smelling the perfume
she wore
the one she was going to wear
on her honeymoon
had the ***** shown up
as she told you
a few days before
snow looks like icing
on a Christmas cake
she said
hope to Hell
I’m out of here by then
me too
you said
as long as the quack
don’t fry our brains
with ECTs again
better not have
she said
gives me headaches and ****
look at that tractor
out there in that field
see how those gulls
are following him
through the snow
she followed your finger pointing
like a ship at sea don’t it
she said
you stared up
at the greying sky
cloudless
and end of worldish
could have been
on my honeymoon
some months back
she said suddenly
could have been
well *******
and sun blessed
guess so
you said
instead I get brained fried
by some doc
in a white coat
don’t see how
he could have let you down
like he did
you said
that bridegroom
of yours
gutless worm
she said
leaving me standing there
in that white dress
and headpiece
and those fecking
pinching shoes
you sniffed her perfume
looked at her sideways
her eyes scanning
the fields and trees
her night gown
beltless
(in case we take
to hanging ourselves)
opening
to show legs
and night dress
hanging by the knees
she breathed
on the glass pane
breathed it up
and wrote
with her finger
no more ECTs.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
The best thing about kissing you
Is how close my face gets to yours
That way, everything else disappears
And I can only see you
Kissing you like this
Just gently on the lips
It is the only time
I am not missing you
When our lips touch
For just a split second
It is the highlight of my day,
My week, my month,
Until my lips get to touch yours again
If I am not touching you
I am missing you
There is no other state
I start missing you the second our gaze parts
Even if I can still hear your steps walking away
When we say goodbye
My stomach wants to leave with you
Just rip its way out of my body
And leave me rotting inside
Gutless...
And missing you.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
Rebellious minds wander through enlightenment
With new found insight into a deeper understanding
An illuminated sense of self - disguised in complexity
Stroking our ego's with a persuasive fascination
Gutless contrarians thriving off schematic exceptions
Objecting to proposals is all that seems formidable
Double edged intellect embracing it's own prevarication
Claiming supremacy as the better half of the equation
One more plagiarized thought to dwell on
Re-occurrence of Ideals in plain lucidity
Come crawling forth from the genetic sea
To stain our mind with a rhetorical monotony
Monolithic horizons expanding out of view
A facade of a paradise - lost in a new weary age
These frail structures collapse and rebuild
reclaiming everything that we once had known
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
There has to be a better reason
to face each day buzz-less smoke-less sober
than simply not wanting to hurt her.
She tells me I'm a gutless feckless ******
and if I'm not careful, wifeless,
which reiterates my point.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
In life,i dithered,pussyfooting,
Cringed,thought,delaying,
waited,holding ****** on,
feared you, all and sundry
argued futile,to myself!
philosophized idly, like hell!
reacted sensitive! norms as per,
mouthed bull, pitied empty!
gave little,grabbed in shovels,
didn't even hate properly!
thus loving only timidly!
fought causes unworthy,
sat bang mid on the fence,
foot each in pastures green,
mind,ever weighing the soul,
civilized,polite and gutless,
to even say,damn,screw you!
you evil sob, to hell you go!
polite to kids,dogs, folks old,
lovely ****** and dumb bores,
swallowed angers,conceded points,
knowingly with a mind sharper,
died some death everyday small,
got lost so, mirroring ****** all,
unheeding ever, a decided heart!
Truth hit,mirror shattering!
Fully clothed,stood I naked,
unreflected in things any,
staring at nothing,blank
here, in this place and time.
feeling all the garbage pent-up,
priming to manure, catalyzing,
some part of being, unvisited.
knowing somehow, all I did,
or not,mattered,was worthy,
leading me here,to this place,
Beware,of Existence Point Blank!
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
God gave them over to degrading passions; for their women
exchanged for the natural function for that which is unnatural, and
in the same way also the men abandoned the natural function
of the woman and burned in their desire toward one another
men with men committing indecent acts and receiving in their own
persons the due penalty of their error. (Roman 1:26
Our summer evening settle down
many of us logged on to the internet
Critiquers or terrifying ticking time bombs
They surf and browses around.
Clicking sounds; fingers moving slowly
Anything is possible in today's world
Overly educated fools smudges the earth
Men with men; women with women
it's sad world for most of us
so we chat with total strangers
Controlled by gentle touch
Alone in the comfort of our homes
So many old and lonely cantankerous poets
Or mental deranged strangers connects
such old souls stretches across the globe
to be disrespectful toward each other
is this the new circle of social creatures?
could it be they emotion, compassion
or simply a humanity deal?
They are living secret lifes, with make believe wives
The miraculous things we say to each other
Gutless lonely souls, nervous in plain view
can never function in the real world
A Fish Tank without water
Do we really know them?
I know them but only on the internet(:)
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
I feel bleaker than bleak
More empty than full
More restless than calm
More hopeless than hard
More gutless than strong
More boneless than brave
More pointless than sharp
More faceless than feared
More skinless than naked
More airless than breath
More lifeless than dead
More useless than you
I feel like crying inside.
Won’t someone just do something?
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC
It's hard to see the point in it!
(Perhaps it's me)
A dismal afternoon of rain,
A flask of tea.
Beside this murky river now
They sit and wait,
So statuesque and silent
Clutching tins of bait.
All week in offices they sweat
With just one wish -
For Saturday come along
So they can fish.
And now beneath the willows' fringe
They bait their hooks,
Comparing rods and reels and lines
With envious looks.
The lines that fly from whizzing reels
Fall with a plip
And drift upon the surface
Where they bob and dip.
Till, with a **** a wriggling jewel
Is winched ashore
To have its ****** brains bashed out
Upon the floor.
Jan 3, 2010
Jan 3, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
A mantra of the shiftless souls
The weak and will less
Gutless wretches of world
With quivering quaking shaking legs
The brittle bones of those who cannot stand
Shout retreat at break or loss of their command
Their eyes scream run
When wisdom bids they fight for what they can
But their bridges they have burned,
Roads blocked and rivers ******
They flee from what they feel they cannot fix
And hide with weak and sordid tricks
From things they do not understand
Poised for desperate violence
They stutter uttering lies
Attempting to disguise
The fear within their minds
As they make their alibis
For those who question why?
Fear,
Is their master and their king
Fear for them, the driving thing
And they have given in
You cannot save them
They are lost so let them run
From the hot and burning sun
Let them make it for the hills
For the dark cold comfort of their caves
Where in time they learn
Courage for their soul to save
Or die in anguish
Never learning to be brave
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
The mother of invention lies asleep
and sated yet again beside the fire
It’s no surprise she should so quickly tire
Restrained by offspring turning us to sheep
Our need to overcome, explained, expires
And we , too tired to weep, feign boundless joy
For what we’ve lost and gained - each wretched toy
We keep can strangle resource in its wires
And rendered gutless, idle hoi polloi
we stagger dumbly higher, grinning, keep
believing we could buoy her from her sleep
Ignite her brain, and our minds re-deploy.
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 8:29 AM UTC
Two celestial beings destroy each other over a petty argument.
And two cartoon characters live happily ever after.
An actor is playing an insecure caricature, while a despicable tyrant commits genocide.
I am talking to a girl who flirts with me and it makes me happy.
I'm allowed to be happy.
I lay awake at night with guilt.
I'm allowed to feel guilty.
I drink and I smoke,
but I haven't touched an ****** in so long I lost count of the days.
We continue to talk,
I hear nothing but meaningless small talk
and speak likewise, if only to prove a point.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Here I am again
Cracked and broken
Heart ripped open
By the claws on the ends of my fingers
They are never coated in blood
A tidy sort of chaos
A mess-less, gutless dissection
Hollow space resides within
Emptied of everything
Shall we count the scars
Or will that bore you
To hear of the surgeries that came before
The operations and treatments
Self directed and self prescribed
By a med school dropout
Disgusting derelict defect
Split neatly into near halves
Tethered by a final pathetic stitch
That I am longing to rip
Free
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 9:40 PM UTC
I said i wouldn't write another poem,
But everyone could see this coming
I'm just a heart with no home
Yet home is where i'm always running
I couldn't deal with the pain
I thought you of all people would understand
I tried to run away
But had to run right back to dive into my plans..
Its 2months til October,
2 months til it's over
It's gonna be my 17th birthday
And i was gonna disappear like
A gutless soldier
But i'm sitting here now in my cold lonely room
Staring out of the window, wandering
What happened to you,
Cause when you changed i changed with you well at least i tried
I tried to be more suited for you
And be more easy on the eye
But its not enough
And every night i remember prom
And when i come on this site
For reassurance i just feel much worse
Yeah all the hate in other's words
They're like venom to me
And we both know that if i were to become so famous, you wouldn't be jealous of me
Because i'd break and i'd cry when the pressure's getting to me
You said you loved me once so why are you forgetting me?
It's not fair for me to be broken by my soulmate and,
A bunch of people who never knew me at all just knew my voice and face
And i'd rewind the whole year if i could
Or at least the past 24 days,
Cause thats the last time when we spoke properly and when you put me in my place
But i'm gonna do great things down the line,
And i'm not gonna give up no not this time
You all hurt me too much for me to write such nice things and quotes
And i'll be either dead or maybe famous 5 years down the line i should hope
So let's just get this back to you
This doesn't feel like a poem more like a rap for you
And i'm sure you knew,
That when things got tough
I always took the wrap for you
And i hate how we're so distant,
You won't give my songs another listen cause you know they're all for you
But don't you think we've both pushed eachother enough?
Cause if i never said 'i love you'
I'd still have you in the way that i want
I'm just a dreamer..
And i think i always will be
I dream of you beside me
When the black hole's 'bout to **** me
Do you feel me?..
Cause i just wanna see you so much
So you can tell me it'll be okay
Even if we're both not
I miss you friend
But friends don't wanna kiss other friends
And friends would wanna go to weddings and be happy for them
I'm just a dreamer,
And maybe someday an achiever
But not a believer
No i don't believe in unrequited love,
Or maybe any kind of love,
No i don't..
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
the plot to topple the crow
atop the spire's wind vane
didn't quite come off
as the crow did sense
the plotter's ploy
he recognized
their gang mentality
more than one ****
the leader had to marshal
he was gutless
with no fortitude
for a one on one
he had not a scintilla of rectitude
the crow mounted
an unexpected strike
on the leader
he swooped down
from the wind vane
and tore the leader's
eyes out
with his sharp beak
which did **** off the leader's
toppling feat
the other gang members
were as gutless too
they ran away
from the fray
they all had feet of clay
the crow then ascended
to the top of the spire
where he kept his kingship
of the wind vane
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Rest in Country
We'd just lobbed into Vungers from the Dat on R & C,
Innocently strolling was **** Knight and me,
Across the Flags to the Some-Such Bar wherein the girls drank 'tea'.
And I can still see Max beside me striding to the Some-Such Bar,
With the baby-sans about him going just that bit too far,
With their practiced tugs and pleadings going just that bit too far.
And of course among the baby-sans the cowboys moved in too,
Which didn't worry me too much my cash was in my shoe,
But Max was Max and in those days, not like me and you.
‘Watch your wallet, mate,’ says I, ‘in case it comes to harm.’
‘No fear of that’ says mighty Max with patriotic charm,
Then he tucked a cowboy baby-san beneath one brawny arm.
Well! 'You silly ****** put him down’ but Max went like a rocket;
'I'm off to find the White Mice 'cos this bastard's picked me pocket.’
And I groaned aloud because I knew that me and him would cop it.
Sure enough, there gathered round an angry, shouting throng,
In Asia you don't maltreat kids, no matter right or wrong;
Believe you me our lives that day depended on that throng.
And I got hit with an iron bar (the hat protected my head),
Whilst Max had a pistol ****** into his belly and really should be dead,
And across the Flags M.P's I saw, turned white in craven dread.
Australians too, those coppers but no good to Max and me;
The gutless ******** turned about just so they might not see
The riot raging fiercely now about my mate and me.
I'd say forty upright citizens we met that Vung Tau day.
Policemen, soldiers, rascals, all with us two in affray;
Those Aussie ****** save our lives? They'd turned themselves away.
Thank Christ the mob stayed leaderless, our riot's end surprise;
And the cowardly action of those two? 'twas blessing in disguise,
For a Yankee Jeep barged through the mob and drawled 'in here, you guys'.
It barged back out then drove full speed to the end of R&C
Where the Major spoke severely to **** Knight and me.
While quietly back at the Some-Such Bar the girls sat drinking tea.
Saved
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Dorothy Gale, all freckled and pale
Was asleep in her gingham print nighty
When a ****** great twister enveloped the vista
And blew like the good lord almighty
It ripped up the grass and it took out the glass
As it lifted the house from position
And a blow to the head from the post of her bed
Put young Dorothy out of commission
She awoke with a fright as she fell from a height
Landing squarely on somebody's gran
She emerged from indoors to a round of applause
And her journey had surely began
The people of Aus (because that's where she was)
Gave her hazy but helpful directions
She should hastily wander the road over yonder
To reach Tony before the elections
So she took to the road from her former abode
In her quest to get back to her folk
She aquired some mates, all in similar straits
Or the **** of a practical joke
A man made of straw was quite hard to ignore
With a lion quite lacking in guts
And a fella whose skin was constructed from tin
Held together with rivets and nuts
Such adventures they had, though I think you'll be glad
That I've cut to the crux of the rhyme
Where a meeting was set, their request would be met
To meet Tony in ten minutes time
They arrived and were greeted, quite comfortably seated
It was then Mr Abbott appeared
He regretted to say, to their growing dismay
That their wishes had not all been cleared
"As I haven't a heart" he was heard to impart
"then the tin man is leaving with jack"
"And I'm gutless as well" he was careful to tell
"So the lion can hurry on back"
"And I've also no brain, so it's no once again"
"But young lady, your problems are sorted"
"You'll be locked up off shore for a month, maybe four
"And by christmas, we'll have you deported"
By Ben the Poet
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
I wish my life was normal instead of just a mess
Hopelessness and sickness keeps bringing me down
Thoughts of suicide and self harm keep filling my mind
Which leaves me sitting in my room with just a gutless frown.
I would trade my soul to the devil just to live a normal life
So I could give myself the chance to do everything everyone else can do
Instead of just laying on bed thinking and watching countless movies a day
And wishing before I go to sleep this is all just a dream too.
No one is every going to love me for who I am
Because I expect no one to worry or care about the problems in my life
I will live my life loving and caring about others while alive
But I know inside that all I want to do is end my life with a knife.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 12:55 AM UTC