"inconsideration" poems
Human incompetence,
Lack of common sense,
Absolute inconsideration,
Selfish abandoning of responsibility--
These will be the end of me.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
pouring all the water in the glass, till the glass starts spilling out everywhere
this happens every time she drinks from it
she's fully aware of it, but allows it to keep spilling
wetting her shirt, the floor, and the table
drops on her skin racing to the floor, trying to beat gravity
meanwhile they were in front, watching all of it
wondering why she isn't doing anything to stop it
second-hand embarrassment is what they felt
for the fact that she can't simply drink a glass of water without spilling it all
"what a mess" they thought
nobody wanted to be around that girl
"stupid" and "strange" are words that were used to describe her
because at such an older age, how can she not drink a glass of water?
how can she not control herself?
how does she not think about how uncomfortable it is for others to watch?
she knew what was happening, but continued to let it happen
she watched as everyone judged her, but still kept on going
is it inconsideration or self sabotage?
she wanted to see if they would see past that
but in the end, she realized that was what she was defined as
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
mvp arena
s pearl st
albany, ny
8/30/22
*(to summarize how
we got to this point
i was in the
darkest year of my life
and in my pragmatism
self-inconsideration
i gave myself
an out
the only way i could
survive was to
tell myself it was
going to be over soon)*
i’m screaming
the words into
currents
of noise
i should be
happy
still hearing the ringing
in my ears and
seeing flashing lights
in my eyes
*(9/25/16
was the day
it was going
to end for me
concurrently
i discovered
a genre designed
for kids like me
spent hours
in full blown panic
not at the disco but
twitching on the floor
trying to drown it out
with fall out boy
nights that didn’t end until
dawn picking apart
twenty one pilots theories
in razor free showers
and then
my chemical romance
was back from the dead
10th anniversary album with
new tracks
coming 9/23/16)*
things have changed
i’ve changed
and yet still
traumatically
dramatically
the same
”what’s the worst that i could say?
things are better if i stay?
so long and good night
so long and good night”
*(and i realized
there was something
out there to
look forward to
maybe
just maybe
i make it through
just for now)*
”we’ll carry on
we’ll carry on”
i did
and i made it
all the way to here
found a way to
scrape myself through
every lonely night
but in that
moment the
crushing weight
of my own
insignificance
caught up to me
i should have been
happy
to have made it
to here
but the only thought
in my mind
was that
if i hadn't
made it to here
this moment
in this sea of
misfits and margins
in this sweaty stadium
four hours from home
**if i hadn't
carried on
nobody
would
have
noticed
my absence**
i'm reduced to
a face in the crowd
twenty dollar bills
in a merch line
a scream in a stranger's
snapchat story
**and the world doesn't
need me
one more person
to add to the chaos**
i should have cried
happy tears
but instead
i began to regret
what makes me
strong
what got me
to this point
would it be better
if i had ended it?
would it be easier?
does it even matter
either way?
because i'm
beginning to think
it really doesn't
and i know
i made it this far
i have his hand
around my back
and don't cry
alone at night anymore
but in the cosmic
scheme of significance
(which i want there
to be and i want
to be in)
i just don't
think
i don't
know
if it matters enough
what's the worst that i could say?
are things better if i stay?
"so shut your eyes
kiss me goodbye
and sleep
just sleep
the hardest part
is letting go of your dreams"
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 11:34 PM UTC
in depth of your inconsideration
every inch
and every step
I still fall for you
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 1:25 AM UTC
his lips met mine in a hasty inconsideration
as he moved on from me
energy coursing through his veins
a destiny long foretold
waiting for him to fulfill it
his arms sought me out
against the infinite possibilities keeping us apart
tracing to memory every insignificant curve
a final wordless farewell
as the impatient future ****** him in
his body felt so close to me
a mere inches away in my mind
as i watched from afar
the cosmic powers lending their blessings
as he walked down that lonely path
fulfilling the promises of ancient men
without a backward turn he left
leaving behind his broken human heart
a small sacrifice he believed
to save the millions
who had long since awaited his return
only one remained conscious
of the humanity that still lived within him
disregarding the divine claims of foolish wise men
she watched in a trance like horror
the humanity within expelled viciously
his energy expanded bursting into a powerful flame of terrifying beauty
and in a flash nothing remained
the destiny had been fulfilled
a prophecy finally complete
yet as the world rejoiced wildly
a new found existence to celebrate
only one remained quiet
shuddering sobs slowly giving way
to a deathly silence that lasted unendingly
she closed her eyes from the evil sights
of selfish men rejoicing
and thought of the one who had brought them salvation
whose selfless love revived them
but more so
she remembered the boy she loved
who now was forgotten by human existence
save her soul
whose vow to always remember remained true
to the last breaths of her body
and further still
as her soul left the wretched existence
with a renewed strength
to search forever the ends of the universe
for the lost beloved soul
of the chosen boy
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
j'ai envie de toi d'une façon que tu ne pourra jamais comprendre, comme tu n'as jamais su me comprendre moi
je t'aime d'une force tel celle que je n'ai pas pu accumuler pour te quitter.
tu me manque d'une intensité semblable a celle dont mon coeur bat a chaque fois que pose les yeux sur toi.
je veux t'oublier autant que j'ai besoin de toi.
c'est juste difficile de t'aimer, difficile.. difficile! j'ai enfin trouver les mots parfaits pour expliquer notre relation: difficile, compliquer et presque impossible, mais pourtant rien ni personne peut me rendre plus heureuse ..ou malheureuse. toi et moi on n'est tellement differents, on voit rarement les choses du même perspective, et chaqu'un veux des choses differentes et a d'autres plans que l'autre, ça m'irrite des fois mais c'est aussi une des choses que j'adore chez toi, après tout n'est ce pas que deux opposés s'attirent? mais il y a autant de choses que j'aime chez toi que de choses qui me rendent folle, ces choses ce n'est que dernièrement que j'ai commencer a les remarquer, comme ton insensibilité, ton egoïsme, ta malhonnêteté, et ton inconsideration envers moi, enfaite touts ces défauts tu ne les as qu'avec moi, tellement que des fois
je penses que tu fais certaines choses juste pour me faire mal et si c'est réelement le cas je voudrais te félicité car encore une fois tu as réussis ta quête et eu ce que tu voulais. je me demande tout le temps pourquoi j'insiste a restée a tes côtés et enduré ta crualité envers moi mais je ne trouve jamais de répense apart "parce que je l'aime" mais est-ce suffisant? j'y peux rien, je n'arrive pas a t'oublier, je me suis trop attachée a toi, tu ne peux juste pas imaginé a quel point je t'adore, c'est juste inexpressif ..et j'admets aussi que je ne VEUX pas te laisser partir.. mais ce n'est pas de ma faute, tu a trop bien su comment me pièger et te jouer de moi pour me rendre carrément et complétement acro a toi, et maintenant je suis coincé dans ce piége, ce trou noir qu'est l'amour irréciproque
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
There will come a time
when you are sick of trying
to understand my wrists
and my mind
and how I am more than one person
when I do this.
I know you will become sick
of saving me
and that you will regret knowing my mind.
You will not miss
my selfishness
or inconsideration when I do this
and you will not miss the 2am phone calls
that come with trying to love me.
You will hurt
when I push you away
and flinch at your touch
and you will hurt
when I isolate myself
and hate myself.
You will leave when I try to love you
and you will leave
when I lose it.
You will leave
and you will not come back--
I am not worth the fight.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
beer on the tile
pizza on the couch
cigs on the carpet
glasses on the porch
blood on the counter
*** on the staircase
I wasn't even home last night.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
We are talking and I am thinking and you are listening
tiny green peas ripen into crimson heirloom tomatoes
the cerebral cavity starts to fill and compress each fruit
when the inflammation kicks in and the stew starts to
boil and bubble and now the only thing keeping the
head off the floor is the combination of the weight of
the stew and the steam from the heat balancing in such
a way so that the head is still stuck to the body and the
stew starts slipping into the veins the heart the stomach
where stew belongs but the tomatoes were rancid filled
with rotten seeds planted by inconsideration and doubt
this is the part when I start to spew an inferno of atoms
tomatoes peas and ash and as the explosion from my
mouth finishes the line is disconnected and I am here
covered in my magma and my malice and mi miedo
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
Anger. Old friend. I used to
Fear you. Now you are
A tool;
Seeing me assertive when
Others fail to act.
Pumping crimson oil through
The hydraulics of my Must,
Move and This when
Something's there that
Shouldn't. Yes, you may fill
My eyes with the Black of
Blacks when faced with
Spite and inconsideration;
The kind of Black that keeps
Loved ones safe.
Anger. Old friend. Finally
Wise enough not to
Overstay your welcome.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
The screen lights up
Pupils dilate
Increase in heart rate
Fixation on old memories
Breath quickens
Loss of common sense
Instant regret of feelings
Useless romance
Lose sense of balance
Selfishness and inconsideration
Cling to fiction
Refuse to question
Attempt an apology
Voice cracks
Sincerity lacks
Imagination floods my thoughts
Everything you have read
Might be in my head
Please let it stay there
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem
All In The Name Of "Progress" zen
a glaring, leering,
and twittering left par wren
dared to a right (i.e. bribe)
corrective punctuation measure
slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")"
for so many yen,
thus see slipped thru my excellent
proof reading, when
lo and behold consternation,
inconsideration, and perturbation
I thought to take a page
from playbook of Sylvia Plath,
and stick my head in the oven
but lo, a sardine recipe
(though a bit fishy),
could be found necessitating cauldron
only available for purchase in Turin
thus donned with a shrouded cape,
aye didst make whoosh,
hence, went there and came back
and frankly tubby earnest,
thence began stir'n
a bubbling concoction brew
though duration for perfect consistency
aye lacked any clue
thus, needed to contact
Hannibal the cannibal
asper what to do
in order (I explained)
to sever livingsocial,
and forever hang my head in shame
cuz, accidentally omitting
one right parenthesis too few
hence, esteemed flawless glory,
(sans error free grammarian
reputation pitched downward
where careless evinced
Kamikaze nosedive, where
matter of fact gross humiliation
instantaneously grew
and the only viable option
forced me to hew
admitting to egregious, fatuous, abhorent
and readily confesses
compunction viz, grievously
blatant Anglo Saxon
Horrifying transgression
involving backward curved "C" sin bent
a most execrable,
incorrigible, and unforgivable
literary faux pas incurring
major cosmic event
stripped of title special
Das Scribe double bubble "A" gent!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Upon complying never to err again
Matthew Scott Harris since
accepted plea bargain
accepting sentence resting his chin
til indelible necklaced "U" lettered grin
forever visible to kith and kin.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
its pointless to talk to them
when theyre drunk.
unless youre drunker.
listening to them is like
breathing in their farts
their automobile exhaust
their skin particles
celebrating their
weddings
promotions
birthdays
which celebrate
their sloppy
lives
minds
speeches
quips
haircuts
shirts
success
inconsideration
debt to
society
humanity
love
life
everything
except
for
them.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
What must I do to escape this world
that I was forced into?
I've changed everything I could!
Three accounts after my first,
and I still can't find a way to share.
To share my thoughts and feelings
without one of my "friends" finding me
and acting all offended about what I write.
Isn't this a country of freedom of speech?
I should be able to write what ever I want
about anyone, so why are you so surprised
when I put my frustration in a poem?
Would you rather me physically slap you all
for your inconsideration, stupidity, and rudeness?
But I would never do that.
I'm such a kind girl that doesn't care
what people say or do to her
right?
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
My Horrible Habit
My horrible habit of laziness
Chains me to the ground
In the epicentre
Of the circumference
Of my life
I do what I like to do
And nothing else
Expending all my energy
On myself
My inconsideration for others
For all my mothers
Is utterly unacceptable
I must tie my mind
To the stake
And burn my self away
Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
I have exceed to my limitation
I'm sorry for the inconsideration
I fail to my express appreciation
You've never known my true emotion
I've seen a monster that doesn't care
A guy with a temper like fire
I hate the way you are
So please don't make me feel scared
I may not be the perfect girl
For I make mistakes that make you twirl
I swear to God to not repeat
Baby your forgiveness is my treat
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
I see overreaction
You see red
You see: "you've broken a promise, watched it with
another boy"
I see: "I was lonely and wanted to watch
a movie we'd planned to watch together on my couch"
I see: turn over and slowly drift to sleep
with my love by my side
You see: you're being distant, now I feel alone
and hurt
You see: I smoked without him Thursday night,
that's so disrespectful of me
I see: you enjoying time with friends while I need
a night in alone
I see: you walk out of the galleria after saying
cattily: "I'll take those keys now"
You see: me hurting you, being inconsiderate, invalidating
your feelings
You see: the silent treatment
I see: you slowly inch away from me with each
passerby
I see: myself trying to understand why you feel so
intensely about this, why you believe me (by some default setting)
to be driven by self-interest; general inconsideration
You see: me invalidating you
You see: me as someone who can't see what I contribute
to the struggle
I see: you continue to question my awareness and intent
I see: clarifying questions, then my own defensiveness
because I am being accused of intent I never had
You see: your feelings invalidated and me being
defensive
I see: you assuming the worst
You see: what you want to see
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Death show its ugliest face
to those who suffer across generations,
continents and ships in the oceans;
to those who chose freely who to like,
to lay, to sleep, to live by;
to those who stood against
the ugliest face of death.
Some face it daily,
others will never know about it.
Some lie between
the ugliest face of death
and the ugliest mask of life;
some ride in gravy trains,
enjoy grapes and wines,
pulling long distance triggers
pointing at miserables.
Today, the ugly phantom of death
haunts poor, black, gay, women,
but it slowly leaks
through the cracks of well written
and yet shallow ideologies,
creating a new kind of brain police,
of modern uniformed zombies
that run castles and emperors
held by the backs of millions of Atlas
with weakening knees,
and exposed fleshes by whips
of indifference, of forgetfulness,
of inconsideration, of marginalization,
of slave ships that run on wheels,
of master captains never emancipated.
Those who never saw
the smiley face of a nurturing State,
who never saw Justice balance out
pain, misery, agony or fear,
who never saw the compassion,
the kindness or at least a look in the eye
of a compassionate and kind People,
those are the ones who see
The Ugliest Face of Death.
The returning phantom of a dictatorship
is revealed by a heinous political crime,
and Death, awaken from his sleep beauty,
rejoice for the victory of violence.
A poet once wrote
"Knowledge is a deadly sin
when no one sets the rules",
but the truer message followed the utter:
"the faith of all mankind
is in the hands of fools".
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
What was never was made what is
in core-less apparitions seeking redemption
fanning disunity in separation as serpents fangs hiss
mired in alchemy of neon laminated Machiavellian illusions
of mice and men in yesterdays fables of core-less ****** excesses
The scripted visions of the sightless
painting portraits in indulgent surrealistic strokes
auctioning misdeeds and cruelties in tumultuous pastels pitiless
shame clinging guilt becomes the regiments' call marching in smoke
shadow dancing to the malicious composer in lit neon feint giddiness
The Judge jury and Butchers presiding
dare ye dissent a one way verdict from the one track rail
vegetation merges with saplings from grains fermented and pulsing
banquets for the fallen and starved the ghosts holds a tiger by the tail
trials of hot air hackneyed lyrics strewn and drips tirelessly streaming
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
There are those who weave a spell
and the spirit
comes ready to suscitate
Exalted
by the Battle Cry
intensify
as they attempt to justify
and as the heart of man grows cold
as hard as pavement Stone
We will reignite
all the passion that we have lost
and adorned with Justice by Design
Keepsake that we have worn
we will not have worn alone
the voices
that have awoke
are distorted by that ominous and maniacal cry
rising up
from beneath the morgue
to which weaknesses rapidly appears
no matter what it does evoke
we must persevere
we must intellectualize
to deny
The inconsideration of those lies.
and all hate that it does create
so when we all
from the wilderness return
we will know that we did not squander
all the power we did possess
Yet not by force
Justice we did reinforce
keeping guidance
by The Shining Light
that set our course
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
I feel it radiating in my finger tips
While a terror-stricken quiver
Turns in my stomach
And ascends to my throat
Until dread comes coursing out of my mouth
And shame soaks my cheeks.
Sometimes it seems
That I’m made of glass
And the resonant frequency
Of my foreboding observations
Is enough to make me fracture,
Sending broken pieces flying.
Now, my love I hope you know
That I’m doing everything in my power
To keep all my pieces together.
But doctors, pills, paintbrushes, and extra employment
Are not a substitute for your love.
It’s absence leaves a crack in my foundation
That nothing else can repair.
It’s shape, it’s depth
Are as exceptional as you.
So what crawls out of that cavern
Is a monster of seclusion,
Come to torture me with worry.
I had hoped that your love could reach me
From an ocean away.
I hoped that the fissure would not form,
And your love would not follow you
Across the sea.
But it has
And I’m splintering into ugly, pathetic pieces.
I know I require more than most,
But I know that what I require exists out there
In someone eager to give it,
Joyfully, lovingly.
You promised to be that someone
But your promises take no shape
Except in the letters
From which they are spelled.
So I will not keep begging for your love,
I will not keep letting your insufficient affection
Lead me to the edge of delirium.
I will not continue to weep
Over the inconsideration you have given me.
I know that what I require is out there
Bursting from someone
Who cannot help but to love me
In exactly the way I need to be loved.
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 1:09 PM UTC
The fight from the night before still lingers in my head,
But its getting late, I need to get out of bed,
What shall I do today I think?
Why are there so many ***** dishes in the sink?
Oh god I want a drink
No, I need to be strong
My search for wisdom has just begun and the road is still long
I feel overwhelmed, searching the deepest crevices of my mind
Why is it so hard to just be loving and kind?
I think I may have the answer, or I may still be blind
I see this simplicity in you
My dearest friend
I thought it not possible, and I was certain a loveless world would be my fate
Till the bitter end
I see a different side to life, a side I thought not possible
This must be a dream, who could love me?
Who could love the man with more problems than solutions?
It cant be a dream, It has to be real
I thought this was my eternal deal, a life of pain
A life where it would be a curse to be sane
My dearest friend
You showed me love and acceptance,
I met you with all my hang-ups of rejection and callous inconsideration
And like the waves erode the sharp rocks,
Slowly your love has done so with my walls
I now see a light, an answer I thought could never be answered
I now see that love is real
And that this doesn’t have to always be my deal
My dearest friend,
Thank you for being you
Don’t ever grow hard and cold,
Love will never grow old.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC