I was born in the spirited sixties,
When t.v was there but, the channels were few,
The skirts were super short, the boots rather *****,
made in crinkly wrinkly patent plastic,
The music was loud,
so my mother moaned,
as usual,
The quality was better,
The stones were ******,
The Beatles were trippie,
My mother so serious,
was no freakin' hippy,
She fed us malt extracted from teaspoons,
Okay, from jars really,
I remember it tasted pretty vile,
But she'd smile,
nagging inconsiderately,
that we needed to take it,
it would do us good!
Yuk, I wonder if my brother felt the same,
I will never know!
(C) Livvi

Yet another frigid November has found this place
Inconsiderately crawls from the shadows
In a perfect world autumn leaves would fall daily
Instead...this shallow frost attacks that gentle sun
And everywhere darkness chases out those remnants of life
Every year those lonely, barren trees mock me...
I'm a wasteland...

Nothing can be frightening outside of the tundra
The worst passes quickly enough but the good never comes back around
Each frosty breath lingers; grows stale to remind us
Growth is mere mythology in truth
Seasons of change just bring back that despair
I wish people could break free of their circles..
Their cyclical "growth"...that quest for relief
It doesn't exist...

Am I different than yesterday?
The wounds within incessantly ache
That derelict heart skipped those same beats
Burdens of the past bind this soul to the grave
Only the foolish allow the *******
Until a point...  

I'll call this a dissertation although it's a poem.
Days punctuate this essay of the world without meaning
Trivial thoughts on humanity or lack thereof.
The world's deceit is clear without an ignorant lens.

We are engulfed by loud noise,
Perpetual loud noise,
The inconsiderate drone of day to day existence,
and equally as inconsiderate voices of the loud people,
in the loud streets,
with their loud lives,
and loud schedules,
concerned with their loud promises,
and loud deadlines,
who never stop to listen to the other voices in the loud streets,
with their loud cars,
and loud crossroads.
The loud world in which we live can be tuned out,
and it is because of these loud voices,
in the loud streets,
of this loud world that we are used to ignoring what noise there is.
I still wish for silence.
However,
Within this bottled loud noise is a thunder,
You,
You being the quiet person you always have been,
You are the loudest noise of all.
You rip into my skull and rattle my ear drums,
You tear needles through my nervous system,
and weave through every fibre I possess until my thread comes undone,
and I'm a loud, de-tangled, empty shell,
in a loud de-tangled full up world.
And before I know it, you're back again,
You and your loud, loud quiet,
and you melt me back together,
and I still wish for silence,
and you tangle your loudness within mine,
and we fill up the bottled noise of this loud world,
with it's loud streets,
and it's loud people,
with loud promises,
and loud deadlines,
and loud schedules,
with their loud lives,
with our inconsiderately loud quiet,
and finally-
It's silent.

i wonder why it's so hard to forget,
when that's the one thing in the world i would give anything to do.
i wonder what i did,
to make you act as cold as you do.

My heart no longer functions as it should,
whatever pieces are left of it pump endless pain.
it circulates it through every vein in my body;
its driven me insane

now that your gone
i see it all, it does nothing but amplify it
do you really think i deserve this?
and if not, then why do u inconsiderately intensify it?

i look back in regret,
they all told me you were perfect and i made a mistake.
i tried to fix it,
but all you did was dangle your heart like bait.

i want someone to hurt you,
make you die the way i do.
but my biggest mistake doesn't justify
the hell you've put me through.

is it possible to feel so weak,
while you're supposedly growing stronger?
i want this hurt to end
i can't handle it much longer.

you may be with her now
and your personalities might click
but we'll always be each other's first loves
no matter where our feelings may sit

someday you're gonna look back
and have to live with the guilt of what you've done.
but the only difference between ours will be,
the weight on your conscience won't be able to be undone.

and so i sit here and wait
for this hurt filled nausea to subside
yet even though i hate you,
you've never left my mind.

and so my biggest fear,
now that you've pulled the trigger on the gun;
is that if you call in the future,
will i fall into your arms or run?

It's tedious to care
for someone as much
as I care
about you.

And I hope that
the tiny fragments
you planted
inside of me
will never be so
inconsiderately
left inside of you
too.

For the indifference
in the beat of my heart
and the longing
in the depths of my soul
will leave a mark
indelibly - in me,
beyond me.

Here we go again
Or maybe it's just me this time
I'm always so anxious
Worried
Nerve-stricken
Constantly afraid of your next move
I shouldn't be
But I can't help myself
"I'm sorry..."
Spilling from my mouth
Before I have time to think
Like I inconsiderately bumped into you
Maybe this was a mistake
Maybe I am a mistake
If that's the case
You may as well leave
... Again

Though her case was rather heavy, you'd never have guessed by looking at her carry it. Brown leather as I recall. I remember thinking that her maroonish poncho was chosen to complement the case. It was certainly not to cater for the weather. Rain. Something which hadn't been seen for at least four days by then. As you can imagine, she was not the only one who was fashionably unprepared. I myself was fortunate enough to have worn a hat.

Men with makeshift newspaper umbrellas cursed as they rumbled by with a diagonal posture of urgency. I suspect they were displeased to say the least. She however,  seemed not to notice the rain. She stood on the platform as drop after drop it danced on her cheeks now red from the cold. She wore no make up from what I could tell. Perhaps a small amount. She was fantastically plain in appearance, not unattractive. But perfectly average. She seemed distracted. I briefly considered engaging in conversation with her but this idea was inconsiderately interrupted by the ever nearing whistle of the train that was due to cart us to Blackpool. Through the wet stripey air I could see the steam-cloud thin out and disappear to the heavens. As it approached she gave one last glance around at which point I made eye contact. She abliged me with a bashful  smile and retreated her attention back to the train.

Setting her case down by her ankle for the first time since arriving on the platform. She took two steps, larger than her regular gait.  and a third that would she her land but inches from the nose of the slowing train. I didn't scream. Or shout. To be honest I didn't know I had seen anything until the police came. Her case was filled with clothes, a hairbrush and a small mirror.

I got the next train with everyone else.

I want no more
of these clues left inconsiderately
to be found fastidiously like serendipity
revealed...

I want no more
of my own thoughts clawing at me
     branches of a nightmarish tree
          from some sleepy-hollow invention
          due to my own insecurity's deluged
reflection...

I want no more
evenings alone in wild wondering
     while you're on muscles, mouths a'plundering
          or if you will fall for someone's
skillful ***, asunder'ing,
writhing like a whirlwind's hovering...

I want no more
of abscent mornings you leave to place
     upon my tears-painted face
          because this reality of our ****** space
continues to break
my heart's slowing pace.
displaced...

I want no more
of my breath suffocating,
     clutching my lungs while you make
          the rounds of a good host
lubricating
the stiff to placate'ing
     liberating our ghosts...

I want no more
my skull confused, diffused with lies
     echoes of the past and how readily
          you made me cry
yet always do i stay
high...

I want no more
of playdates with internet boys
     rather be it held between us
          compose our own manly joys
be firm and strong with the choice
valiant of voice...

I want no more
of complicated wishes & words
     which we hinge on softly speaking
          like penniless lords
retreating
the richness of god's open door.
seedlings.

I want no more
your scent on my tongue
     or your taste that I have sung,
over time's widening waste
diluting in my lungs...
I want no more
     my soul's slow divorce...
I'm effing done. Done with him, of course...

2.

Now I will burn hot as
the daylight
first and only
sun...

I am here
living by no one's rule
all I wanted was
a lovely word
the truth,

Now I want no more
illusions or lies
O how I will keep you
and give you back the sky
the world

the truth
is... love is alive

just watch how it shines...

every day
and in these nights,

looking toward the light...

Why don’t you wear your mask
Like a proper human being in public
Do you care about other people or just your self

Why are you so idiotic
To
Inconsiderately spread your germs
And cause more suffering for other people

Is it because it doesn’t look good on you
It does match your looks
What the ****
Tell me
Why