"insufferably" poems
Life is a writhing swirl who's information is meaningful but the information does not exist for the purpose of being comprehended so it is only taken in and interpreted as well or as usefully as the perceptive devices.
Nothing significant has a vendetta against the individual beings' happiness or success, though beings may appear as food or some other form of fulfillment to other beings. Beings will view other beings as their appetites would view any other thing. No one can exist in the view of another. Don't expect others to view you as you do. You are NOT their center, only your own.
Everybody thinks everybody else is insufferably selfish and everybody is right.
Love is interesting though. More on that after more data is collected.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
Took the bus home.
Paid my $2.50,
no special discount.
Spent my day selling my wares,
But did not sell enough to
Pay the daily rent,
Hell, to even pay for lunch.
Gave up my seat for sweet,
Baby-child laughed at my
Gallantry, I think,
For his exclamations were
Of the shrieking pleasurable variety.
Saw Macbeth last night,
In the end, he dies,
Same as when I saw it
Last year.
Le plus ca change
The Frenchies say,
Wonder if they still wear berets
And say "Le Weekend?"
In the winter,
The buses are overheated,
So winter coats become furnaces.
I am rendered,
Ash and smoke.
Nothing new there too.
Missed my stop
Writing this,
Happened before,
Hope it happens again.
Came home to the customary
What's new,
So I said
Not too much
But,
Somebody decided that ole
Poem I wrote two years on,
Should be the
Poem of the Day.
That's sweet, my love ,
You surely will be
Insufferably happy and
Impossible to live with
for at least the next
five minutes.
So take the trash out,
Before we leave,
Then pick a place to dine,
For not a thing in the fridge to eat.
So to the compactor,
I strode, thinking Shakespeare
Didn't have to do this, I'll bet,
But started smiling,
Ear to ear,
A ***** eating
Big ole
Grinning,
Nonetheless!
Thinking,
The question is,
How does it feel,
This poem of the day
Accolade,
The answer,
of course!
It feels, like,
I am,
I am just like {you, man}
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
I am unaffected now, I just want to go on
it doesn't matter to me if to you it seems I've forgone
All I want to say is, I am game, I am alive
just bring it on.
After falling insufferably
and getting up invincibly
I don't call myself strong
cause that would be wrong
**I am just fearless
so I dream of flying featherless.**
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
Human Love,
When you come to eat the rations of my heart,
remember, then, that starving is an art;
that to consume would be to kill--a crime;
that to exhume this cherry seed of mine
will drain me of a blood as thin as grape juice;
that in time, I will mourn my stolen-raped fruit.
-Ocean
------
Ocean,
You speak unto your seedling self, child.
You are weak--we are weak. No mild
measure of halfway self-control can live
in mental habitat which exists to give
and only to give. Your fluids will seep
and you'll be unable even to weep.
-Earth
---
Obtuse Earth,
Stop your assaulting me with these words.
Stop your quiet screaming, this dirge
which comes under guise of gentility--
insufferably loud, however creatively.
I never addressed you, ugly whisperer.
I never addressed you, nuissance, stranger.
-Ocean
---
Stubborn Ocean,
Do not be foolish! Listen, girl.
Spurn him now with resolve; lest how
can dignity you preserve in any small
amount? He doesn't love you at all.
And knowing that, you gave me address:
indeed, you have addressed yourself.
-Earth
------
Love,
Were that I could say it's so,
I would not give this room to grow.
But oh, if I do hold it back
then infinitely I should retract
into myself. So speak or speak not,
but if so, speak now, for I am distraught.
-Ocean
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
In this drafty bedside cavern
I lay with my feet up against the wall
tap tap tap
Held up over my hard head
Resting against the hard ground
Back here, where my pillow is my headstone
This palace is a burden,
Utterly insufferably forgiving.
Fantasy hits the ceiling
A dream shot from my mind
CRACK
Moonlight shines through the cave's newborn fissures
Useless to me
Uselessly groveling under shadowy sheets of sky
I need this sterile fluorescent light.
It dances across my face
pitter patter pitter patter
It drops into my eyes,
Falls into the chasm between my lips
Cold and reeking of rot
Cold and tasting of an invasive species of mildew
I swallow, choking back tears
I eat it
It eats back.
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 7:38 PM UTC
I have a lot of insecurities and self doubt
There are a lot of things that I don’t particularly love about myself
The way that I would second guess most of the decisions I made
The way that I used to prowl about,
and devour every man that made me feel like a ********** without pay
I often times sit and ponder about how insufferably
rich I could have been, if only I had been using my ****** head
These insecurities and self doubt,
They live in me like the blood that pumps through my veins
It’s not as though I've lost my pride
Or the emptiness I feel deep inside
It’s like a blade, without the sharp tip
plunging into my heart
And the tears swirl beautifully down the drain
disappearing, and turning into a drought
A river bled dry, of all it's renowned glory
and distasteful self perpetuating doubt
The fruits of my labor are not regrets that I wish to take back
Rather lessons that I've learned
While stumbling along the wrong side of the tracks
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
A husband -> a wronged wife
"My dear take a chair
Your affair is unfair
I can't stand
A suffocating air
This way you and I
Could no longer continue
A loving pair
Soon to my parents
I must repair!
How come for love of a ****
A marital vow
You thwart? "
This way since
You decided me desert
For what I did spurred
By transient lust
Chagrin my soul has hit.
As usual in deep slumber
When I extend my hand
To ascertain whether
You have slept sound
And stir you up
So as we sleep entwined
Yet get awake to a tragedy stark
That I but draw a blank
My heart indeed
Incessantly bleed
From the loss it incurred
Your obeisance and love divested.
If you can't find it in your heart
My folly to forget
Forgive me my dear
For without you near
My life turns insufferably sour.
A wronged wife—>A husband
After your body you befouled
And proved a down to earth cad,
After your spirits perfidy you debased
Impudently you demand
As before I should you hold
An esteemed husband.
Indeed this I will not!
For rancor laden my heart
Bleed incessant
It mustn't!
Away to my parents I fled
For you failed to abscond
After what you did.
'Once bitten twice shy'
Forgive you how could I?
A husband—>A wronged wife
Your forgiveness but
Nothing depurate
The blot
In your eyes
Down me brought.
I hope
Forgiveness is the least
Your impeccable heart
Me could grant.
Even the ocean of tears
I wept
Whitewash me still not
My dear there is a second
Man goes wild
And commits a deed
He condemns absurd,
My perfidy to nothing but
To this folly could be imputed.
Man is prone to err
So you should consider
What matters is his bid
Improprieties away to clear.
So my dear
Give me a chance second
To prove, you loving husband.
Your forgiveness will be a credit
That surely you catapult
To ensconce
In the apex of my heart.
A forgiving personality
Is a virtuous quality
Besides your heart
Me 'love' that taught
Which is also on me soft
Won't follow a policy
Watertight and
Once for all me smite
A wronged wife—>A husband
Raving ans volleying
Boisterousness nay, nay!
You stultify
Must not I.
My mind is bedeviled
Since you I missed.
On your misdemeanor
Brood I shall no more
To night
Come to the cathedral
We first met
As a jump-start
Together out
We have to spend the night.
The night's Zephyr wet
Will wipe away
Our disagreement!
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
The most beautiful maiden
Bears dismal mannerisms
That are perpetually incurable.
The most inviting thing
About a spiritless ******
Is the inexorable flame
In her eyes.
She fondles her necklace
And closes her eyes and
Swears not to smile.
She says,
“This one is fatal, and
Forever. I will not be saved,”
Calmly and remains lull.
Why is it that
The most memorable romance
Is a crumbled heart that cannot be fixed,
But cannot be forgotten and
It is insufferably brutal
But it is a flower to the eyes.
An enormous negation,
Yet pure substantiation,
A correct falsehood.
So swollen and senseless,
A crumpled letter
She fingers with those perfect hands
That she reads over and over
But it never makes any sense.
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 5, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
I walk between life and death,
The hours when the days are like
Stakes to the nocturnal heart.
And I know a walk among tombstones
Is a like a fresh death when the earth
Is covered with scarlet and scenic
Flowers,
I can already write my death on
The slab as clearly as I see the onset
Of the dusk upon my sun.
And I know to be dead is but another
Interminable word,
Like the carnival rides of my childhood,
Lost in a crowd but thrillingly unknown.
Tonight the stars speak a hope
In a new year, and all the years disappear like
Geese to the North,
Like Gnarls of teeth locked in a mongrels
Cry behind enclosed yards.
I am ready to die,
But instead I will write death and
Write a verse to make one think
One knows the true beauty of life,
Like the insufferably brilliant
Deaths of heroes told in myth
And legend,
A dissolved illusion to the real illustration
Caught between worlds of perceptions.
I see death on a dance floor,
A psalm sung and written by me
As my soul whirls the words in spectral
Atoms and lost in the momentary
Eternity.
And I remember I'm a just a man
With Latin blood spitting
From the womb of my mother.
And I am on the same side as my heart,
The hourglass fades,
The brutal eyes of truth facing me,
Fierce and unredeeming,
I dance with death,
And there is nothing I can do now.
I have nothing to prove I was here,
Except the poem
And even the words will fade.
Except the song I wrote for death,
It plays over and over
And death dances eternal.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Do not give me reason to haunt your mind
For I will dig and dredge up what I can find
Turning it back on your placid core
Non sequitur alliterations a lit alit alittle more
FOR I AM NOTORIOUS
So, do not doubt my ability to route
You... from your sanctimonious intransigency
To push and pull you into a corner where
You never thought you would be
FOR I AM
INSUFFERABLY NOTORIOUS
Should I find you neglect to collect
the pieces you discard
I will indeed ...
...far exceed the need...you plead
so hard to accede
FOR I AM
AMBIVALENTLY NOTORIOUS
AND INSUFFERABLE
Any abuse necessary to waylay
any excuse
You choose to use
In order to...
...cling
To your inner sanctum
Will i infuse..as I
Resort
to retort
By waxing
Perspicaciously panegyric
Upon your very being
In order to inspire..desire
With any and all necessary
Encomiastic encomium
So as to create higher aspirations
For I am notoriously cruel and inspiring
As I push one to the brink
Because....one way or another..
One way or another
I will....
.. Whatever it takes
I will... Make you think!
FOR I AM.... NOTORIOUS!
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
The darkness is taking over me
eradicating herself within the valley of my being
slowly burning away the garden
my guardians cared for centuries
Nights are getting insufferably longer
more so when there's no starry sky
Clouds are accumulating all around
as ivy thoughts that drown the grace within
Do I stand to all
facing the adversity
me, myself, I have harbored
Even if that means looking at a mirror
Embracing the thought of me becoming
my own worst fear
If doing that means flowers will blossom again
Bring the black mirror
and along, my golden hammer
for I will tear this witch down
even if it means wrenching my soul away
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
*Twenty three years; A short
life lived.
The day I die inside little by little.
The older I become the more I
resent life for being insufferably
calloused and bruised.
The pills, the billowing clouds
of cigarette smoke radiating through
the air; The sweet
intoxicating smell of liquor.
Pearls before swine.
No longer does it make me feel
as though I'm part of another.
Life gets the best of us, age is
just a number we all seem to
succumb.
And nothing is enough.
2014 Christina Jackson*
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
I
I taste it daily.
The salt of consequence on the side of my tongue,
Burning my mouth.
Punishing me.
Love is lost.
Shallow and low,
Like a pool of water
Two feet deep,
Predictable and **** flavored.
I taste every answer before it’s heard.
But I deny it just the same.
I dig for the unpredictable.
Muddying my hands in search of
A new flavor.
Drunk as I am at 4 in the morning,
I ask for an answer that I’ve already tasted,
Hoping to be surprised.
I’m not.
I’m given an answer that I already know.
But I pursue it just the same.
I send poems to lost loves,
Knowing they won’t answer,
But I do it just the same.
I find myself alone.
I’ve accepted it.
But I crave companionship,
Just the same.
Like the grass in my pipe.
I crave it.
Love it.
But it kills me.
II
Don’t make it awkward.
Don’t say it.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Don’t say it.
Don’t make it awkward.
You already know,
I say.
No I don’t,
She says.
She’s lying
I know it.
I taste it.
She lives in bliss.
I live in fire.
Don’t say it.
Don’t make it awkward.
I don’t know.
She says this to dampen a blow
That I won’t feel.
I’ve felt it too many times.
Maybe she didn’t know.
III
I’ve lost the sense of caring,
I say it just to say it.
Knowing the answer.
Just to see what happens.
And again I’m forced to move on.
To know that it’s unreciprocated
As it so often seems to be.
Insufferably predictable.
Six months I knew,
Yet I hoped to be surprised.
IV
Somehow,
Confidence remains,
Or perhaps it was born.
Resilient as the day it fell out of the womb.
Unphased by negative response,
Simply frustrated,
Urged to move forward and brush off the needles
Poking at its chest and temples and tongue.
How can a heart die if it has already been pierced?
V
I’ll keep digging,
Searching for a new flavor
Until something sweet sticks.
Until some light shines through the cracks.
I’ll make it awkward.
I’ll make it weird.
I’ve been pierced enough.
I’ve been numbed long enough.
Stab me again.
Try it.
Pick a vein.
Try it.
I hope to feel it.
I want to feel it.
VI
True sadness
Is something that can’t be described.
For some,
Fresh and temporary.
Others,
Old and rooted.
Experienced in different ways
Left to ferment
Through a curious cathartic flavor of isolation.
I’ve fallen into that deep void
before.
Seeking companionship where there is none.
Only to be stabbed in a living heart,
countless times
Until it finally stopped beating.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC
I have given up
On yelling at the sky
The sky has probably given up on me too.
The answers must not be in the sky.
It seems I have been wrong for the entirety of my life.
It could be that the answers are on the ground.
Amongst the grass, simply suffocated by the dirt,
My answers insufferably whispered by the tiny creatures.
But I hate insects.
I don’t like dirt.
And grass makes me itch.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
you’re not used to this is how you testify?
woe to thee who asked for ease to be denied!
since you’re better than others and cannot believe otherwise
i have no sympathy if that’s your reply
i don’t care if you’re levitating insufferably high
everyone deserves respect regardless of how stratified
kindness isn’t stupid, it’s beautifully dignified
if you can’t see that then you’re unqualified
to be of those I declare compassionately legitimized
if you were truly great you wouldn’t resort to abuses
you’d be who you are no matter how many uses
and while i believe in doing what one so reasonably chooses
my sympathies are immune to your pompous excuses
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
Anxiety washes over me,
As I tried to open my heart.
Blurting out vague messages,
Laying my feelings bare,
Insanity flows through me.
Vicious thoughts consume me.
Gambling my heart out,
I try to fall in love once more.
And you reminded me,
Amidst my rose colored eyes,
I was really destined to be alone.
Reality woke my tired soul.
Loneliness is indeed my own.
Alone in this barren field,
Anchored deep in the sea,
Beached on a deserted island,
Left out in the winter cold,
Incapacitated and left longing,
Voracious vultures are waiting,
Gangrene eating me alive,
Intoxicated by hope and love,
Abhorring every second passing,
Alienating this deep void,
Insufferably waiting for you,
Running in circles in my mind,
Leaving reality behind once more.
Answer me!
Admonish me!
Betray me!
Leave me!
Invalidate me!
Vilify me!
Gouge my heart out!
Ignite my soul!
Agony sets in…
Amorphous images…
Illuminate me!
Read my heart.
Love me, please.
Impending doom looms,
My heart won’t beat.
Silence takes over me.
Our time comes to a close.
Riveting emotions settle.
Regaining my composure,
You smiled at me.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
*It lives inside of me;
eating away at the most
important parts of me.
To bear life, would be a
rare commodity.
I cannot turn death into life
These dying cells inside of me,
they keep breaking apart, yet
multiplying at the same time.
As frightening as it seems;
I do not fear death, but welcome
it as an old friend.
Death knows what's right and
what's wrong.
There comes a time when
death is insufferably wrong.
Sometimes, death gets it wrong-
Other times, incredibly right.
However, not often or rarely at all.
I am not going to fight, nor fuss
or try and figure out the cause-
It is what it is and I won't regret
the life I have lived thus far.
© 2014 Christina Jackson*
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC