"infraction" poems
Everyone is scared of Death.
I'm petrified of Death.
But am I scared to die?
No,
no, I am not. I welcome the end with open arms.
At night I shudder under my blanket
dreaming of the paths that Death leaves
in its wake.
In the darkness of my room with thunderstorms inside my head,
I fear the hole that is left
after Death has struck.
I wonder what,
who, might come out of it:
**Depression, Mourning, Sorrow, Confusion, Emptiness,
and even more Death.**
I miss the good old days
when Life could be as easy as
going to bed at night worrying
about what Pokemon version to get,
how to get the latest game console,
what skill in basketball I need to improve in,
when my parents will find out I had an infraction,
how the test next day will go.
But it's funny, Life,
the more you grow in it
the more you approach Death.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
People were dancing
while others would sing,
In the midst of the action,
Church bells would ting
And they would tong.
It was always a familiar song.
And an old man in black
Tells us of the faith we all lack.
I am guilty of that infraction.
Because I can see
That the multiple hells
Lasting forever in this world
Has been brought to us, and bound
By our greedy owners.
That is the meaning.
After all of the spoken and written word,
We must suffer for one man's treason.
Our redemption is no man's call.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
The night was comfortable,
branches lightly choreographed a dramatic reaction
to the conversation beneath…
spoken words breach the midnight hour by 2,
and words are in place of sleep.
They speak,
but still pretend to have something worth to keep
In silence now, no reaction.
Walls and thoughts collide
and they see the infraction.
In a quick succession of contact,
blood boils
intuition becomes submissive.
With the steam of these midnight hours
rises away
the taboos of love and loyalty,
as intoxication devours
any human decency.
Breathing softly now;
with eyes that berate the truth
hiding behind the midnight-hour lies,
they instigate innocent massage wars
desperately wanting
neither knowing
how they plunge underneath
these unbreakable ties.
Now speechless
they grasp one another
speaking devilishly with eyes
and even louder
with the toils of their hands.
Why do you run from surreptitious lies
and hide behind your eyes?
Say this is how you feel for one thing
then when it’s around
wear a disguise?
Helpless you act
toward desires that you conspire to
You lit the match
and now you must put out the fire.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
The wandering hours
Create pondering towers
When instead of talking
You are always walking
Steadily ahead of me
Like you're dead to me
Like a small centipede
Walking for centuries
With the intent to be free
Yet constantly ambulatory
So we become slaves to your movement
When settling would be an improvement
You begin to freely flake
As I start to starve
You say let them eat cake
And my heart you carve
Into servings appropriate for your appetite
While I know something isn't right
But still forced to accept this plight
Of being your minor distraction
Chained by my love's infraction
Of settling on you
I shouldn't stay
But I bet I do
I wish I loved or hated you a little more
So I'd know what to do
As it stands I'm always looking out the door
But I'm unable to move
I want to stick around and see if you do something amazing
Like love me back
Instead of attack
With your acidic apathy
You mercilessly grapple me
And never decide to let go
Of love you never let show
We've been driving down this road for a while
And for the last million miserable miles
You've presented me unpredictable trials
With your nonchalant instinctual style
You've let yourself become extremely impaired
As I understandably grow more and more scared
I feel the answer is in the love we seldom share
But you're never lost when you're going nowhere
And I cannot follow your wandering stare
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
Five for fighting
hands to the face
personal foul
player disgrace
Illegal contact
leap in the fray
willful head shot
leg astray
Encroachment defense
mouth guard out
roughing the passer
back field bout
Grounding the pigskin
mis-aligned
horse collar tackle
clip from behind
Knee on knee
offside end
unnecessary roughness
too many men
Gross misconduct
poke in the eye
hooking the shooter
sticks up high
Match ejection
over the top
face off folly
penalty shot
Unsportsmanlike conduct
chopping the block
slew foot infraction
hammer lock
Stick to the head
kick in the crotch
**** end jab
adhering the watch
Slashing the d-man
spearing the wing
running the keeper
back checking
Intentional grounding
stoppage in play
punching and hacking
delay of the game
Striking the ref
aggressor in fight
obstructing the line out
ear in a bite
Loss of downs
hands in the ruck
pinching and boarding
illegal upchuck
Rules of the battle
by the bye
pushing the limits
with a wink of an eye
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
Pausing for a reaction
A hateful acknowledgement of my actions
Jangling your nerves
For each and every infraction
I push the buttons
To a dangerous ledge
Forcing you closer and closer
To the cliff's edge
Happily for filling to my death a pledge
I push the buttons
Comes a loving embrace
Then retrieve from my memory
Thoughts better erased
The time in my life
Sequence of events
They gave way to my now favorite pastime
I push the buttons
A puppet helpless you will dance
Never again allowed the chance
To have a life without the shadow of a cloud
Forever
Prodding and poking
I shall never cease
The humming of my plastic keys
Enlightening those
Who cannot believe
What lies on the other side
There will be no peace
My appetite for revenge will never be filled
So I push the buttons
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
I'm nervously staring at a blank page
I can not concentrate
Why can I not explain how deranged
These thoughts will range before I engage with another
Leaving everything getting to me beneath the surface
While asking after others
Internal whispers hint on my actions
Each infraction gains traction
As I fail to supplement the latter with a fraction of a rebuttle
All the while huddling in a corner and never subtle
Like a mortar ready to explode yet I self-implode each time
Because I refuse to unload
It makes my mind the victim within this fight
The fact that I will not attack but rather act and pretend
Like this suspension will defend me or better yet transcend me
Is another cover until exactly when?
Otherwise pending
How selfishly imposed is my level of deceit
Not a second of relief for I am a liar and a thief
To expose copiously my own hopeless struggle crumbling me
But if I don't take this venom that's coursing through me
If I don't choose lemons over poison
That's it, I'm done C'est la vie, ***** me
I'll write out each and every buffer
For this montage of self-sabotage isn't quite enough
To make me suffer
No.
It seems I need to be hit with lightning nineteen times while struck from behind and intertwined in the jaws of a great white shark before anything productive happens or anything creative sparks. Before I utilize the clandestine confines of this mind to do or say or think of something smart. Just another day to start another chapter in the story of my life. I've come so far and fought so hard to stay away from that knife. Known recognition through prepositions giving meaning to my trifles and tremblings, be they lucid dreams or presently vivid memories...
And never feigning, only straining harder each day
Contemplating carefully
The words that I say
The thoughts that I convey
The everyday reality that's now so far away
What can I do to replace the voices haunting me?
Flaunting their perfect prisms
And what I'll never be
Its never enough
And that's just too much..
Stealing my serene
Leaving me unclean
And never free
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
We are a bad design
For example;
A vain person disgusted with the same person in every reflection
What insane being had the unmitigated gall to be insertin' that complication into a person
Self-deprivation an infection of a mind nurtured from inception
Do I even need to mention the who, what, where, why and when of my formation
...I've heard it said over and over again...
It's the creator of all creation, although I don't know where they're getting their information
I've read Genesis through Revolutions over and over again, no revelation
A costly salvation, so much rejection for every little infraction
Never seen an open invitation with so much expectation
...not a single one of us are getting in...
We're designed to sin due to his lust for "discipline" lookin' down at the chaos with a menacing grin
A master of manipulation, the "do what I say not what I do" origin
If he's who we're based on then he's who the worst of you see in your reflection
"God is good" should be turned into a question though I understand the hesitation
...I know the fear it's based in...
Not even a good god adaptation, parts of old religion taken and added to your own doctrine
Each page of "his words" a contradiction of the last no matter the translation
It's always been, it's not just now going through a mutation
Under face value it's basic power retention, not somethin' they'll be changin'
...you're in for a rude awakenin'...
Be smart, search your mind not your heart, that's only for circulation
It's lifespan based on repetition, same mission as the Reverend and fellow brethren
This whole things a set up, a con, a lie that people won't stop spreadin'
And if the threat of eternal damnation is the only thing keepin' you from sinnin' then listen
...those morals are set by an immoral faction...
©2023
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 2:47 PM UTC
They left the gear behind
Art extracted from the wall
Beauty replaced by wreckage
Goal.
Better, cheaper, faster
Supersize that meal
Minimize the standing
Next whistle.
Who violated the infraction
Opened the door and stared into darkness.
Avoid all signs of humanity.
Misguided focus limits potential
Evolution carries
Idea’s reincarnated
Real estate in your cranium
Captured with pencil and paper
Juicy secondary ideas
Endless amounts of protein
Multicolored index cards
Wilderness of imagination
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
My blood boils
It runs through me
Like fire
My heart is on the highway
Driving at full speed
Driving away from the sirens
The chaos
Yet it follows me
My veins pop out
They put on a show
They dance
And throw knives at the crowd
Everything is too loud
All my life
I've felt this way
All my life i ran and hid away
I always listened to the **** you would say
Be brave
Follow the rules
Be perfect
Be quiet
I stuck to your diet
For life
Perfect little girl
In a not so perfect little world
I was modest and meek
I took every beating
Every week
I was betrayed
Mocked
Ridiculed
Violated
Abandoned
Forgotten
And disrespected
Yet i stayed
Quiet
Yet i apologized
And never
Misbehaved
Every little infraction
Noticed by you
Yet you said it was god who cared
God who has shamed me
For being different
For dying my hair
For standing up for myself
But he doesn't shame you
For being a terrible parent
Or person
Or liar
My therapist says I'm too angry
But who wouldn't be?
If you were me?
Wouldn't you want the world on fire
If you were me?
Dealing with ****
Abandonment
Everyone crawling all over you
Seeping into your bones
Doing whatever they want
While i cry alone
While i waste my life away
And sacrifice myself to
Your hypocritical throne
Will my anger ever cease?
Will i ever find peace?
Will anyone ever stop disrespecting me?
Will anyone ever show they care?
Will god ever prove he's really there?
Will my loved ones stop dying young?
Will the world stop killing with such deep evil passion?
Can i ever make up for the missed life i lost?
Will i learn to be my own boss ?
To never apologize for my existence
To feel like i belong
To know I'm not wrong
To stand up for me
To become what i want to be
To know i deserve better
To burn every violent letter
Will i ever find peace?
Ever let my blood calm?
Ever feel the truth from psalms?
Only if the words in this poem
Become
My truth
My religion
If everything I asked for
If everything i can be
Happens
Maybe
Just maybe
I won't burn you all down
Maybe
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
I can't..just can't avoid
Running into my own shadow
As I dance with myself
Whenever your aura is concerned
Hard to understand why
I feel so strong the attraction
Or why you put up
With the ridiculous stories I constantly unfold.
And I do listen for
Even the tiniest bit of recrimination and never have I heard a hint
For pushing you too far
So what random spin or role of the die led me to your acquaintance
And...and I voiced my affection
A little hint - not any overt abstractions
I would never ever want to be
associated
With the kind to emanate an infraction
I think you understand and I want you to know
At least from my point of view
You are.... like
the best chocolate
a sweetness
an addiction
that just makes me
as nutty
As a peanut butter cup
I would if I could
you know.....??
the line rhymes
so I've said enough
love you ....for
....that way that you are
An infatuation...my..
Hey...!
Who got their aura ..
...all over my imagination?
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
Way out in its own oasis
Its very own brand of homeostasis
Passed the jarred ideas and whacked out mazes
Is a spot
Full of unknown faces
Hailing from unknown places
Look at it, fall out with out protracted traces
Vacant lot
Then let's settle the score
What is your original face before your mom and dad were born?
Why not start over with a clean slate, as the smell of new dawns pervade
I forgot to eat
Maybe if you gave the derelict half a chance
And looked at things from the ambivert's stance
People wouldn't notice your ego's protuberance
Upstaged by an under study
Pull the button, turn the lever, push the switch and flip the ****
Predicate the incendiary infraction
Reductio ad absurdum
Lip service provides scrutiny
We've been normalized, what the recipe for ice?
We're full of emptiness, nothing exists
No-thing, not a thing does not exist
Life is deathless
I'm looking for multifaceted individuals
To fix something that's irreparable
An eerie parable, something terrible
My future's told by flash cards
I put my head between my knees
Just wipe my memory
Leave me at the bottom of the sea
Leave my dignity to discard
When two separate divisions are over lapping
What's the sound of one hand clapping?
Comparing then and now every now and then
Again, never will I say"never again"
-Tommy Johnson
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Think you're in the drivers seat
But you're being taken for a ride
There's so many things you once had
That have been taken away -denied
Keep giving you the run around
Until you're too tired to notice
That you're just a pawn -inventory
To help them fill the quota
Moving forward towards a destination
As we all fall backwards
By self segregation
Cops on one side
As citizens take up positions on the other
Long gone -seem to be-those days
When we thought of everyone as a brother
Learn to park the car
So the camera doesn't point
Towards the action the infraction
What good is a camera on the chest
When all it takes is a hand
To cover up the brutality of an arrest
Army surplus filling out the wish list
Of the new urban vision
To the point that things have risen
To a totality of saturation
Where if you don't know your station
They have a back-up plan
In the form of private prison
Build it and they will come
Business as usual- trumps the visual
Seeing doesn't mean believing
Pain for you
Will always profit some
Rich keep on getting richer
Poor get getting trod -on
Politicians say they're getting
Just what they brought on to themselves
That ain't the way I see it
One person one vote
If you're taking note
You will see that they are trying to
Gwrrymander everyone into encampments
Everyone's building camps of their own
Self-segregation falling into a wayward nation
As tribal-bands expand
With any vision its easy to see
The cost of preservation is loyalty
To the gang with which you hang
Even if it comes to a gun battle
In a crowded parking lot
When cops are prepared and aware
A nation of TOO many law's
Creates a LAWLESS nation!
Just like we've now got
If you think I've gone too far
Then ask yourself who it is
Who it is ...
That we really are.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Just when you think it has ended
And people have matured
You’re ready to have all the fractures mended
But another infraction occurs
Four, Sixteen, Twenty
Some think it’s too much
And some think it’s simply plenty
Well I don’t give a ****
Some are still just part of the flock
Letting the herd dictate their life
And I had honestly thought I’d stopped
Having to deal with that kind of strife.
Who are you to think you know better
Keeping things between the lines
Following arbitrary rules to the letter
So refined? No, so confined.
Who do you think you are
Trying to put me on trial
Well you won’t get very far
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
Russian aggressors made their move.
Now they're in Ukraine.
What is Putin trying to prove?
What is there to gain?
The autocrat's messages are cloaked
In lies that Russia was provoked.
Stand with Ukraine as Russian forces
Put Putin's plan into action.
We already know that this of course is
More than a mere infraction.
Playing the role of boogeyman
Is part of Putin's larger plan.
Putin claims his forces are there
To stop denazification.
The argument, which is full of holes,
Is total fabrication.
We already know that he's obsessed
With Ukraine's interest in the West.
We watch as the egomaniac
Causes death and destruction
With this unwarranted attack--
Another Putin production!
Stand with Ukraine in this sad hour
As Putin basks in his ill-gotten power.
-by Bob B (2-24-22)
Feb 24, 2022
Feb 24, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
The chorus of voices come from nowhere,
And lead me equally so,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
Apologizing for an unseen infraction,
Nothing is unforgivable.
Did it explode?
They keep walking, breaking glass.
No one around them can stop them.
Paying no attention to the pieces of broken glass,
They continue on their deadly masquerade,
With a malevolent soul supplying the masques.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
The chorus of voices return,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
Bringing more meaning to the racing thoughts.
Footsteps.
Paranoia.
The cicadas stop in an orchestrated silence.
Step. Step.
I’m alone. No one is there.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
A dream? Is that what it is?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Am I crazy?
Where are the answers?
I need to tell someone.
It is killing me.
I need to let people know.
What good is it, that the ones I need to tell, are yet the ones doing the killing?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry,
that the truth cannot be shown.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
Sure,
I work in maximum security prison
grow large scale medical marijuana
have 22 year old twin daughters,
who are beautiful and without child…
a nineteen year old son,
with no police record,
and enrolled in community college –
Yes,
I have a Bachelor’s degree
I received at almost 40
served on the parks and rec. board as vice-chair
was president of a prison education awareness group
have not had any sort of infraction
for 20 years –
It’s true,
I am a white man in America
free and over 21
I vote so I feel free to complain
eat GMO free and organic
try to get in a little exercise
spend time with my wife and children as fun
enjoy the company of my friends –
I’ll concede
I am a good person
make positive choices
for not only my life
but with future generations in mind
ecologically friendly
with an eye to restoring the natural habitats……………
…………………………………………
…………………………………………
but,
I am
no
hero
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I’m struck
Struck, not by stubborn winds
nor seeping rain and bitter snow
I am struck by the audacity!
The audacity of life itself…
Grating insults hurled
middle fingers flashing like upturned fangs
sumptuous thighs, bare and glistening in the sunlight
heavy alcohol dripping off the cheeks.
Failed relationships,
I was bored so…
Isn’t that always the excuse,
as to why I can hear her
***** him
didn’t she know I’d be home?
Who cares.
It’s the audacity of life that bugs me,
because,
the simple answer, with every infraction,
is,
I do so, because I am.
Now leave me be.
But I know they know it can't be that simple.
They're all the 29th round boxer fighting a shadow:
an unyielding mass of darkness
chained to our souls
occupying no more than the air itself
yet heavy as the bedrock of hell
deep and destructive.
I've seen these shadows break a man.
I was that man.
So I tremble at the audacity of life.
Wherein the puppet manipulates the master.
Wherein the blind see more than the visionary.
Wherein the beggar is imbued with purpose,
and the money mogul strips his vassals of soul and sympathy.
Yes, and I have the audacity to write this,
like I give a ****
when I'm just like you.
Another day...
Another dollar...
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
I know it sounds cliche
Just try to brighten up your day
The slightest infraction from your schedule may spiral you down
From which you stood to the hard earthy ground
Being unable to get up, but you have me,
Your friends, your love, passions, interests...thoughts
I will carefully, soothingly lift you off the barren soil
Carrying you though my foot is broken. cracked,
My mind has morphed into desolate waste.
I will never leave you in the midst of danger
Rescuing you regardless of what happens to me.
I will be there, not just because I love you,
But because every entity in my being has the urge to Care,
Genuinely care for you
Standing there,
Breathing, inhale, exhale, coming to a realization,
Moments like this only bring us closer,
Strengthening our relationship
Creating unforgettable memories of joy
Even in the most irrefutably painful situations.
I will endure because of you,
So in stressful situations full of angst or worry
Never forget the most difficult task: remembering,
Remember I am and will be there for/with you
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
the ones of courage
stood up to bravely defend
they saw that injustice
was in need of amend
others looked away
not seeing an infraction
yet the valiant warriors
forwarded into action
they dared to do
what was right
and didn't shun
the just fight
showing conviction
was JAX and Kim
who stood up to advocate
for the apt Jim
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
In my family, a convent in Lucerne, Switzerland loomed legend large.
Its name is “La Madone Noire” (the Black Madonna) and according to my mom, it is a “finishing school” where captious girls, who lied or who wouldn’t behave, were sent to live with and be schooled by nuns.
It was, from all reports, a terrible and stern place where there was never any ice cream or bedtime stories and the toys, when there were any, were made of straw.
Most of the time it was my older sister Annick getting the dark Poe-like lectures, but I was there, in my high chair, listening wide-eyed. The very idea that Annick could be snatched up, for some infraction, and sent off to the nuns horrified me to the point that my heartbeat seemed to come through my whole body.
Eventually, as we grew, “Lucerne” became a shorthand for “shape up or else,” and oddly, it never lost its potency. Hmm, you know, come to think of it - there was no equivalent monastery for my brother.
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 9:10 AM UTC
How intriguing the thought
of serendipitous chance
A fortunate omen of sudden romance
Through glass and fog of distance and time
A like-minded, almost kindred affinity
brings a new effervescence to the presumed absurdity
If time was a place, located by thought
The distance that breeds connection
Is simply the means to the desired perfection
How gracious and bold that time must be
To create such a lasting attraction
Where an end seems a pity, a waste, an infraction
The balance of forces that compels the unseen
Opens closed minds to new perspectives
And clouds the indignant, old and tired objectives
Misplaced emotions and volatile benevolence
Lead to perpetual indecision, and wasted dreams
Where the goal is unattainable and sacrificed for schemes
Pondering the options that are created as such
Lead to open possibilities of endless means
Where whimsical notions are an effortless tease
How long the path winds and curves to sight
The ingenious and recondite plot of the teller's tale
Unbeknownst to those who may leave it for fail
Thickens more as it turns and toils
Breeding excitement, adventure and a life all its own
To be nurtured, or kept, or ever grown.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Ropes stretching, squeezing my lungs,
binding flesh in, and expanding pink tissue,
suffocating, coughing, choking up words.
My throat pinched, struggling to say
What I Need To Say.
Scars on my heart and on my hand,
reddish bruises covering my pale abdomen,
shrills held in, but do I risk it?
What's one more beautifully purple mixed blue
Infraction?
Why do I stay with a creature,
morbid, able to inflict pain on someone,
On Me.
Gasping for air, that salty, watery substance
inundating my every crease.
"I love you baby."
But he loves me. I've never been loved.
I can't lose something I have been needing.
Covering up my myriad continual pain,
the marks that I'm constantly reminded of,
turning into a vibrant watercolor painting with each passing day.
I've had enough.
I'm done.
Please Stop!
"but I love you"
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
What I fear most
Is that intellectuals and scholars have never been understood
And that I stand among them
Like a ***** in today's time
Unworthy and misunderstood
The slightest Infraction a death sentence to a meaningful existence
If, for only a second, they could see things how I do.
How grand it could be.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC