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Tina Fish Sep 2012
I.  ****** Transient

Overnight takes on new meaning
when the sun never sets and will never rise.

This time i didn’t bring words, i brought lines.

And Esmeralda danced circles around my eyes.
You gypsy ***** You.
Leading me confused,
                  with knees low and back hunched,
                                    into a labyrinth of solitude.

Embarrassed of what exactly?
i’ve barred scars more deep than scars
like profound pools of black sticky tar
that almost suffocates with its gluttony
and still You wouldn’t look away.
And now i pay a price as images intertwine
                           creating zebra patterned designs
                                             on the alcoves of my mind.
         Black, White
They contrast in spite of the connection.
         and I wear this contrast like an emblem,
                  hanging from my throat,
                           heavy on my heart.
                                    yet with the delicate touch of some
                                             slippery silvery chain…
                                                      It almost rids me of the pain.


Back turned or give me the front,
i still want either way.
A petrifying carnival of desire,
making my eyes tire of this display
and my lips itching to play,
a lilac purple tongue,
and bronze arms on the way.

You feign revolution by shutting the door in my face.

A shuddering sigh and flutter of a heart,
                           as caged ribs start to part,
                                   liberated room for more,

i’ve become an emotional *****,
lips wet with anticipation,
pulsating with a passion,
that You defined as infatuation.

And that i just couldn’t define.

-or rather-

defined as a transition in time.

****** Transients* would abstractive-ly be the best,
         but the abstract, once put to the test,
floats past concrete lines,
and creates a world of its own where, even as a stranger,
                  i feel right at home.
                                    Lioness of the abstract dome.


Razor sharp You
        sliced a tingling into the souls of my feet,
        and week after week i did nothing but smile at my own loss
        of balance.

The feminine reemerging as the phallus,
and the phallus in comfort with its feminine home.

         i patiently wait for my Special Kinder Surprise,
                                    and meanwhile,
                                             satisfy myself with imagination,
                                                    ­           to which an interpretation,
         would require the use of a million scholarly texts,
                                    which still wouldn’t attest to this degree
Of Vulgarity,
         or this degree
Of Sexuality,
         or this degree
Of Spirituality.

Like the slaughter of fowl for mythological pride;
                           You hide behind an altar,
                                    and with all the holiness i posses,
I intend to pull through and impress with Determination.
                           --and the petrifying realization—
that You are Artemis and i soon to be set upon by the hound
                                                           - choking ego to the ground.


But ****, it was worth it.

worth the,
vulnerability
worth the,
audacity
worth the,
ecstasy,
-It naturally dissolved within me.

Only to be pushed down by an incessant flipping of the door,
an incessant call to reality.

is the overnight truly Over?
      —or pray mercy and tell me its begun.

The rising Sun seems determined to puncture the fun,
And the valiant battle with Apollo seems already to have been won.



II.  ****** Ensnared
  
I’m getting tired of this ****.

A tantrum fit as if we were kids of three.
Stomping on adult realized priorities.
We wear our hair like a mask,
                  we analyze our clothes,
                           personify the persona we wish to adapt,
         and commend that same personal persona
         complimenting its research studied aura.
                                                    
--I’d rather stay in this dream forever.
  (you judged me by my hair
   yet remained unaware
   to what it masked.)

Please don’t preach to me about consideration.

The obliteration of that term in action shocks me.
Truth be told?—I’m quite Angry, and I feel used,
Yes, believe it or not, Abused.
Infiltrated and Dominated.

And I am a Leo at heart.

So to part with my throne will only be met with roars of defense;
                                                        ­       to be direct, Aggressiveness.


My interlude is met with seclusion—
         isolation to the utmost degree—
and I see that the world agrees, as I’m met
with a phone with no tone
and a power-cut of electricity,
while the world contracts visibly
and the static in the air
ensnares my fiery wrath,
and storms overhead
are weighed down with
anxiety and dread
that express themselves
in raindrops, that I lovingly
call tears.


I fear this is me at my limit---
        And I exhibit nothing but ferocious gloom.

This room which contains me is not enough,
And I will huff
And I will puff
Until the walls come down.
                  And the only sound to be heard,
                           is the numbing effect of silence.

My Rifle stands ready to be shot and plunge through that stubborn heart
of yours until it is rejected or until the reflected opinion dominates. Is it
too much to ask for a change of heart?
Empathy? Understanding?
Basic societ-ical handling?
Apparently yes.
So I detest
having to put in.

The waterworks that I display
convey nothing but submission
to your inconsideration.
                  And the devil in me crosses her fingers
                  for experience by example,
                  as elephants trample over logic
                  and the symbolic is simply symbolic.
                                             That’s too much reason for my taste.
                                             And I see that it was a waste
                                             Trying to impress with determination.

****** Ensnared has denied a nation of people their feelings,
                  listening, with unappealing resolution
                  satisfying herself with this conclusion:
                  “Let them eat Cake.”


--It’s true.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too.



III. ****** Verbalize

On a park bench it took me quite by surprise,
my eyes met with scripture
recognizable though not to my hand,
the band on my finger tightened and
yet the anger seized.
         -- How could I not have surmised ****** Verbalize to enlighten me?--


“Your Majesty;
         I owe you My Apology-
                  And I couldn’t be sorrier for my selfish self
                  has decided to rest after this long period.

For She was too busy
trying to make you feel safe and home
--She was too busy trying to suppress her ****** up
whipped cream so that you can have you cake and eat it too—
But She failed.

        You believe ****** is selfish,
then I’m afraid you never knew ******.
                  --****** loved you with wide arms open and she
                  Was pleased to meet you.

She hopes it was a useful transition for You.

.THE END.
The ******”
KLD Nov 2013
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.
Alyanne Cooper Jul 2014
Human incompetence,
Lack of common sense,
Absolute inconsideration,
Selfish abandoning of responsibility--

These will be the end of me.
riri Jun 2021
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
extra contents that are spilled out can be used against you, even by those you love the most when you least expect it
b e mccomb Sep 2022
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"
copyright 9/5/22 by b. e. mccomb
Yenson Jun 2019
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
Good genie May 2017
in depth of your inconsideration
every inch
and every step
I still fall for you
maisie khan Jun 2013
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.
NicoleRuth Apr 2016
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
EM Aug 2014
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
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
Recently reunited with an old...friend maybe... a couple of days ago. This is me trying to be simple with my thoughts since then.
SG Holter Oct 2014
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.
Aric Wheeler Oct 2014
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
mike Jan 2015
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.
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.
Alice Kay Oct 2012
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?
I can't wait until I leave...
Candy Nov 2014
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
Sean Hunt Dec 2015
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
Vince Chul'Theg May 2018
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
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".
Keith W Fletcher Apr 2019
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
29 random words top to bottom of notebook page and weave them into a poem . 74 min.  this list came from a muted close caption HBO animation movie  about a huge good / bad insecure super hero ... i think ?  Push the boundaries within .
Liz Aug 2023
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 for 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.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
All my days are bad ones without you
Look to the sky like "what should I do?!"
The way I'm living would surely evoke a frown
In grave probably rolling completely upside-down
Thinking back when problems were few and so small
Universe seemed so frightening but you weren't scared at all
But presently I realize you kept your fears hid
Type of bravery that is heroic to a kid
I would forfeit anything to rewind time to those days
Hate that you are gone at least the memory stays
Found how to love myself by looking through your eyes
Reflection in the mirror today I don't even recognize
A lot would do differently if I had a second chance to change
Take all the hurtful words and for compliments exchange
Steal all the ways I treated you so ******* bad
Erase decisions that in the end made your soul feel sad
Now you are not here to view me turn my life around
Kills me to know I lost the opportunity to make you proud
But I still try because it's what you deserve
To make up for always getting on your last nerve
And if somehow watching me from afar
Hope you discovered how beautiful you truly are
And that you meant the world to me and so much more
In your absence it is difficult to remember what's worth breathing for
You were essential to daily routine
I loathe to myself for not telling you how much to me you mean
It was obvious I loved you because I told you almost every day
I never voiced APPRECIATION until you passed away
Now it is too late to express my gratitude
Last impression of me is my bratty attitude
You just wanted to spend hours with me but I had none to spare
After the amount you'd sacrificed I was too selfish to care
Yet never held against me my inconsideration
Unconditionally showering with adoration
I wish I regretted while you were still alive
So I apologized for all the attention I deprived
Now my neglect and unfairness haunt like a ghost
Ashamed I behaved childishly towards the one I cherish most
I assumed there would be time to rectify my actions later
Guess that is the consequence of being a procrastinator
And oh what heart wrenching lesson I have learned
By your generosity that forever will go unreturned
This remorse anchoring me to mistakes does weigh a ton
Shackles reminder of the ******-up **** I've done
I yearn for you to witness the sincerity when I speak
Whispering "I am sorry" for tears I caused to roll down your cheek
Presently dreams are only location sight is blessed by your face
Even there it's clear I am nothing but a disgrace
You once tamed insecurities like animals so wild
In the corner of my mind they sit piled
I'm working to scrape by without help from your hand
How could toes possibly walk when I am hardly able to stand?
Your guidance is vital to navigate road
Arms lack the strength to carry heavy load
But you taught not to quit even when things get hard
What doesn't **** will make me stronger although it may also leave me scarred
So in your honor will continue dragging along my feet
For success strive when it'd be simpler to admit defeat
Because I desire to be courageous like you were and confident too
It was as if a light switched on the instant you stepped in the room
You were one of a kind
Impossible to replace
No distraction capable of filling the empty space
But I will eventually acclimate to life void of your touch
Though at this moment all I can focus on is how I miss you too much
Justin Chapman Jul 2017
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.
Surbhi Dadhich Nov 2018
Nothing seems giantly huge
When your toothless grin eludes
My chronic adversities
After iconic, clownish endeavor
Our curtains, veils shattered
You anticipated me with lionese furore
I reckon it's highly due still
I prospered, pay due honour
Against the backdrop of your highly- awaited grin
Nothing truly seems monstrous huge
When your jawlines extend
Douse off my chronic inconsideration
My chronic adversities
While you shower herculean ecstasy..
Michelle Berta Dec 2019
How did I end up here?

There are so many other ways I could have gone

But Google said this was a few minutes quicker

Was it complete inconsideration that brought us to this point?

Getting through this season is hard enough.

Since that day I have promised myself I would never be at this intersection 

I never wanted to go through it

Life changes in a flash at intersections 

I close my eyes to hold back the tears and pretend I'm not here.  That it didn't happen.

But you aren't here and never will be again.

Yet I remain at this intersection
Malia Feb 2020
I have always thought in words.
An inner monologue
Always was busy with thought.
Today I was thinking
About differences.
We all have differences
We are different
We embrace these differences.
Or, at least most of us do.
Well, anyways,
I thought:
Aren’t we all human?
We are-at the core-
The same.
We are equal in our humanity.
In fact,
Sentient creatures of all kinds
Share a certain humanity-
A certain awareness-
That all living things hold.
So therefore,
Why do humans, who so intensely value their own humanity,
Why do they oppress
And afflict pain
Unto their fellow beings of humanity?
Of course
I am not an exemption
Of the **** sapiens habit
Of inconsideration.
I am imperfect as the rest of you are-
I just want to know what drives
A few select humans
To be so unkind.
Navita Apr 2020
This human spirit is nothing but ceaseless wonder
Encompassing in it all that it passes through
Never does it even once flounder
No doubt I always do wonder!

Reticent when it has to be
Adaptable as the situation seems
Unwavering to the call of duty
Full of admiration to nature’s beauty.

Malleable to human struggles
Fortified by ones foibles
Bolstered by inner confidence
Tepid to inconsideration.

Even as life goes through its swings
It slides and swings back to its bearings
Ah! What would this place be?
Without the wonder of this ceaseless spirit inside me!
Ziggystarrdust Jan 2021
"You make me hate myself"
I am frozen
I am paralyzed
The words seep into my brain desolving it like water over cotton candy
Like a meal to starving stray pup
Like a saline knife melting rapidly in my chest
Without warning or a time for protest I begin to feel the utter devastation overflowing a cotton candy pink ooze from my pores staining your bed sheets and then your mind.
Turmoil can be felt billowing and building beneath my fingertips which lay taut and stiff against your chest as you make every attempt to collect the broken glass, to sweep it from my under my eyelids to under the rug.
An admirable but ultimately digressive goal.
Each earnest attempt to redact the words burrows them further, more tangibly into my ears,
breaking the protective barrier named ear drum to find a lovely two story home behind my eyes.
"Talk to me"
The plea itself,
though honest and resolute robs me of the ability to make a sound in any direction, specifically yours.
The spiralling despair that becomes consciousness shrieks in discerning defiance.
My thoughts mustn't be released lest to reinforce the self hatred you've gathered from my dangerously weilded words that had so carelessly danced from my tongue to your own cotton candy solution performing a passionate display of ignorance and inconsideration
How can I know which words are rotten and which words are safe for you to eat?
How can I stand and watch, in complacency or in horror, while my speech cuts you down, chipping away what fragile pieces remaining of an already bloodied but beautiful masterpiece?
How can I continue to exist in your presence at all, knowing that every heartbeat, every breath, every kiss misplaced or not could cause such a reaction?
How do I tell you that my stomach is growling and the beast of my own self hatred smiles, knowing it too has received the promise of a meal fit for an exponential growth?
I don't
Urgent expectancy hanging in the air in a thick cloud of smoke
I fumble
flounder,
Grasping for air,
For words full bodied but empty enough to satisfy and not destroy you.
A uncalculated disaster spills from my mouth,
my words limp and painfully aware that they hold no content.
This is not enough for you.
Why is it you seem crave the blade of my tongue?
I will endeavor to dull it against every rock in my heart, mind and mouth as consequence for such a heinous crime as this.
I settle on,
"I'm just sleepy"
Unsatisfaction visibly conducting your movements as you wiggle me off your chest,
The distance between our hearts becoming personified
I lay face up, making patterns in the ceiling where you would see nothing I can see marks colored in every shade of defeat.
I watch them overlap for a time
And now
The sound of your snores seep into my brain dissolving it like water over cotton candy.

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