"harebrained" poems
this just in:
a needless road rage killing
a senseless movie theater killing
a pointless middle school shooting
a meaningless ****** suicide
an irrational child homicide
an illogical workplace massacre
a specious robbery shooting
a mistaken identity ******
an inane ****** for hire plot
a random killing of a farm family
a worthless gang related ******
a futile car jacking slaughter
a crazy serial killing
an groundless paperboy shooting
an unnecessary police shooting
an unfounded revenge ******
a juvenile crime gone wrong
a harebrained scheme ending in blood
a mad shooting spree
more at eleven
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
but we’re only human.
when it comes into something you’re truly passionate
it’s even easier to make a snap judgement.
if it were me however
I would have never made it this far
I never bothered going in for a closer inspection.
That’s right, in my own flawed and jaded ” been there, done that” mindset
As it turns out, very.
I’ll be the first to admit that
while I consider myself to have a rather smiley pallet
open mindedness can occasionally be on short reverse.
Fortunately fate would give me another chance to get up close this faith
and after the recommendation from a friend I did a little web minning.
The more I discovered about the faith the further my foot traveled into my mouth.
When I finally finished off my last slice of humble pancake
I realized that the only acceptable way to right my wrong
would be head to the place were its all start.
When I first saw the faith
it was still shocking, how shinny it was
and still.
Even with my ‘vast knowledge’ of all things people I thought it was surely a cover.
But that’s just another item we can add to the “thing I was wrong about” list.
The advantages of this process compared to conventional talking are vast
primarily the ability to talking virtually anything.
but as easy as it is to get carried away by the impressive exterior of fake smile
there’s more to it.
if you’ll pardon my ridiculous pun
but it has been given a kick in the pants.
Speaking of driving hard, that’s exactly what the ‘cranky’ guy doing with his car
everyday since he just 9 years old.
There’s nothing I like more than a car
ok, I also put on cakes and cat into the list.
But what’s the point. that was me
not you or anybody else.
I must say it’s been a while since I misjudged people so badly
but certainly there is a lesson to be learned, no?
What I thought to be a run-for-the-cover behavior is really anything
but and my first impression has now been well and truly erased.
it’s not some untalkable harebrained concept and its not sitting around in a warehouse collecting dust. it’s doing exactly what a guy should be - it’s being driven its way.
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
*Feeling extremely unloved and worthless
A teenager's life can be difficult, and clueless
Young and restless,
Tall, slender and harebrained
We struggled with untimely feelings
Our heart becomes our mind. And
our mind become weak by older men flattering words
It has been over thirty odd years, and yesterday
for the first time I saw an image of the thief
I felt betrayed and disgusted by the looks of Mr. Thievery
My non forgiving heart kept saying forgive the old weasel
My evil twin whispered: spat on the memories of the womanizers
He died with the memories. But not the lasting,
loving dreams of feeling and emotions
The earthly, scent of the marijuana breathes
Still lingered in my brain: Was I insane?
Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and rough hands
Against my delicate smooth skin. I spat on that
Our ****** relationship seem more like a crime to remember
Than any I have ever been in: I too spat on that
The years seems so long:
His ****** expression synchronizes with his life
Time clicked away last Thursday for Allie Moore.
R.I.P: brethren!*
He did not know what it meant to love or feel love: Quote Michael
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Feathers ruffled
Knives out
Glue me to the game console
Harebrained, yes
But devout
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC
So I'm a fool
What does that entail?
Is it because I walk this endless road?
Faceless and alone
Never stopping to settle myself
In all the crevices of life
Or is it because I revel in the mystery?
Stealing stars from the sky
Lapping at dew that tastes like poison
As the sun beats me down
I am just a carnivore
With an empty stomach
I think I'll hatch a harebrained scheme
One to form and mold my self-worth
Is this wonderland all out of wonder?
Or after all this debating
Am I just a politician
With an empty stomach?
April emerges with little ambition
And it will fade as swiftly with similar intentions
So I am proud to be its fool
Careless and divided
Never aiming for the spoils
Just watching out for the watchers
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Lifetime warranty spiked above the headboard –
Pounded, driven in.
A ****** memento for spellbound comfort.
For beleaguered convenience, every vindication.
From the reliquary a
Prefect draws Scrabble squares:
Transgressions divined in crossword.
Taking them on, like Him, and
Glaring, feeding them back to you, a
Beguiling grin:
Absolving all.
Not quite the mother, at least
Present to explain the
Pain she bears for you.
Not Santa, not Tooth Fairy,
Unworthy of the wall.
The Easter Bunny,
Harebrained scheme,
Foot hacked clean at absurdity’s altar, keeps
Suffering
and suffering
and suffering.
But you do clutch, and do not falter.
****** magical pretense,
Lurid, laudable as a
Hotdog on a stick, and just as
Tasteless.
Snake oil, tendrils crossing paths in a
Greasy Baptismal pool,
Soliciting the stranglehold.
No grace; just a
Wolf and a
Sheep.
Guess which you are.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Oh, you foolish ***** within my chest,
- you hardly pump adequate blood through me
- an' should I rise too quick: I'll fall t'wards me' feet;
- upon an ole' wooden floor: I'll make my nest.
Yay- tis' where I'll take a brief, uninvited rest!
What - then, heart, makes you dream o' bliss an' glee
- which all seem to revolve round' that fairy
-- the one with the gems on her fingers an' neck?
Oh- you silly an' foolish heart, you,
- you know you could end up a shade o' navy.
Oh- but she makes you sing jingles so merrily
- when you witness such a beautiful view!
Oh- you know you may be hurt, greatly,
- but - even still - you dream on carelessly.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Christ’s chains pay homage to his hollow hardship.
Breathing brimstone and sulfur unto their laps.
A gnarled knuckle ending in a curved claw strips
skin from bone ‘til their souls seize, and they collapse.
Come the eve they howl their harebrained hearsay.
Licked by forgotten bone and beasts’ bloodstained whips.
As Joan stares down Judas, before her horns flay
Him down to splintered, shadowy mangled wisps.
Muscles contort, mutilated in a mound
their guts greasing the hall’s cracked nooks and crannies.
When out from the back came the man who was crowned
Lord of the Flies, and beneath his gaze life flees.
With barren fingernails he scraped the stone wall
cold unblinking eyes searching for his next prey,
until they rested on the disciple, Paul.
A sad huddled mass that fervently prays.
He spat a cruel cackle and readied his blade,
As Paul feebly raises his fists, burdened by chains
and whispered, “In lord’s name may I please be saved.”
Yet alas, in a mere moment he was slain .
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC