"lovelessness" poems
In the hour of my greatest need,
When my rage has been spent,
And my selfishness,
Profanity,
Lovelessness,
Anger,
Lying,
Cheating,
Lawlessness,
Single mindedness,
And my quest, in all the wrong ways, for love,
Stands alone.
When the darkness is my greatest achievement,
Still,
I AM FORGIVEN.
I AM LOVED.
This is senseless to me.
It belies comprehension.
It demands exploration.
And after all,
Remains senseless and incomprehensible
Except for the words I hear
As I lay wounded and trodden upon
By my own sin,
"Welcome home. Be at rest."
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Bluebell Lucy danced in fantastic flames, taught by shamanic figures
when the winter nights grew tiresome
and lonely boys ran passionately in village streets
She stood on ancient structures and sang her song with uttermost vigor
even after mild paranoia sets in, she stands statuesque
breathing harmonic, listening intently to the cloud's chatter
Her cobalt lashes flickered adroitly when she scanned the sky atop her locks
and let the coming rains wash through that azure mane
until the kiss of eternal gratitude arrived from a stray bird
On cobble stone paving, her heels were worn and dampened, she nimbly strides
how beautiful it is to see a spirit so free
and the obstinate world yields to her alone
Loosely, Lucy with a cerulean aura, gathers the injured and feral in alabaster arms
she is yagé and the world hallucinates because of her
a subtle enlightenment she gives to onlookers and thieves
Camu Camu sprouting from the wells she digs with bare hands in midnight moonlight
her compatriots, the beasts of lost tribes, look onwards
and she wails a verse on hemerocallis singular sensation
The flower that she is, a wild one that grows sporadically to enhance the beauty of existence
and everybody incomprehensible in thoughts when she speaks
because she is love when love had died so many suns ago
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
He was a man with an angel tattoo In his neck
He looked at me with passion and said salut mademoiselle can I talk to you ?
I looked at him without saying anything i felt like He did touch my soul in the first second I saw his eyes first thing he said is how long can you keep me for
I Said why !?
what do you mean !! He said i know your kind
Living for the feelings lying about their true colors it's a part of your beauty of being mystery to some people and a cold heart to some other people
How strong? , keeping everything in the inside , crying every night
Crying for letters
Wishing for life that you know you'll never have , you are mix of white and red
I can see throw you
you look so visible to me
broken heart
Living for the pain
you keep breaking your own heart before anyone will have a chance too right?
if anyone had chance of doing that he would be a special one and you've lose your self to your weakness you'll be Without an identity of writing or living
You have a pleasure of living with ....."your own kind of pain".....
-How !?
He stripped me naked heart
I had nothing to say or to Deny I was screaming in the inside
But calme in the outside
how he stripped me naked heart
How he knew all that about me
i never admit that , even to myself
Who is he!?
What did made him so angry at me !
He just walked awaya
I was Standing with words
Who is he !?
He did put a words print in my mind
I just can't forget how he did look at me
He lookd so deep in my eyes that he made me so insecure about myself
So lovelessness
So shameless..
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
It really was a great time,
me an Gnat went to the planetarium,
and watched the stars
swimming above us
in the Olympiad of useless love,
we had calzones
across the street
after,
and laughed at each other's jokes
out of politeness.
I took her back home
blowing a Djarum out the window,
when she asked for one.
I wanted to ****
she wanted to ****
So we ****** on the fouton,
truly bored with each other,
but having nowhere else to go,
no other ***** or *******
on the horizon
and comrades in our loneliness.
But it was good and tight,
and I ate her out,
because I'd always loved the maple syrup
of her ******
and I don't think
her
or me
coming
was out of lovelessness,
I think the rawness
of her and my *********
was pure.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
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Little poor girl on the street
/// ( She's easy enough to get out of my mind )
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Such is Love
Such is lovelessness
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In the vast Hypocrisy of Today
•
she don't play with razor blades
•
She just simply dies you know
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Never really here at all
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She ain't no problem for anyone
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Cotton is everywhere,
it's on the ground;
in the ditches,
all brown and soggy like
wet hairballs; in the wheel wells,
the rotor tiller;
the SNAPPER'
the squash;
your wife's ********
tingling her constantly;
the speedometer,
the pulled pork,
collards,
mashed potatoes
and most definitely
the gravy;
it's in the eyes,
makes them red
and explosive,
it's in the dark loam
and gloam; the unwashed streetlights,
the blue dark
and even bluer
lampposts in the middle
of fields black as oil;
the pink sun,
white clapboards
and redwood siding
of that burned-out homestead;
the cotton is everywhere;
thrown up by the slaves;
a ceiling made just for
February lovelessness
as I pull on my Marlboro
and crook my arm
like the cornices of a power station.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
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Thru the fiction
Of
High school corridors
Ghost-like children
Stumble in their solitude
•
Older than their elders are
Stripped of their innocence
Hardly even human anymore
•
Images of dying
Images of stunted growth
Distrustful of the reality
Of truth's essential
Powers
Merely vague appearance
Lost in worlds unseemly
Stumbling down the corridors
Lost in nightmare's dreaming
••
Poetry of lovelessness
Disguised as love
••
Thus the world created
Is truly dying
The world created
Is surely dying
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In the loveless madness
Of the high school corridors
Where the demons of society
Control human destiny
And we just stumble on
Thru the corridors
A bursting
Into flames
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
The Court Jester
Spinning
twirling
with you by
my side.
Within the elegance of mirrors and
reflections only the graceless could
see. Skirts and suites and smiles and
masks, many, many masks, with finery
of the aristocrats, the lovelessness of
the gentry.
Dancing
laughing
with you as
my guide.
Ballroom floors are marred by
glistening fans and jewels, adorning
elites and children, the adults joking
and the innocent conversing seriously,
with their hands carefully crafting the
facade only dreams
can bring.
Embracing
kissing
your light-hearted sighs
while writing
our simple end.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
but is infinity
something more than a lying eight?
just an affinity
temporal, short-lived is what we call "fate".
your "to the moon & stars"
doesn't make any sense
it just sounds like a farce
without swelling suspense
you found me
when love was invisible
you lost me
when love was so feasible
we've changed and everything's new
since now i'm loveless and so are you
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
Such cruel portion.
Such vivid agony.
Such hopeless faith.
Such homeless heart.
All when love... departs.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
Completely awake, without qualms
Yet halfway to lovelessness
Pure unlike the trying music
And clear as an inkless bell
While they are striped with accidental brambles, thickets, and other cruel beauties
As I once was
Then, petrified by black and white film,
Tasting not salt nor sugar but ambivalence
Now, I remember how the foreign world rippled
The mountains shifted- they stood still
There were questions in the seafoam until
Thunder shook its pattern
However much I long to say,
Embrace me; forget the day
My mother reminds me that I am
Blossoming, young, omnipresent
With shields of sun and pieces of moon
Visible in my eyes
Which tell the mirror,
She is of age, but she is not of age
-c.j.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
When William walked
They stayed in pace
And when William stopped
They backed away
Williams women knew their place
They prepped the food
They cleaned his place
They shined his shoes
And shaved his face
But oh Williams worth
Was a wayward lot
Dampened darkly
Away and aloft
Sparkly hamperings
In the trunk of his car
Scampered starkly
Alone in the dark
So far far and away
They exclaim
Oh Billy!
Ol'Willy has his fame
Flames but to his back
As he walks away
Really just another *****
A wiley killer killen em
Wily nily willing or not
He's lovey dovey
Shovey punchy
Always feelin hot
When with his silly thoughts
He sees the holes in their knots
And gets off on their thoughts
For the love of the pop
The pop of the ma-gotts
Sopping mind rot
He gets it alot
And when he stops
He froths throbs
Weaves and bobs
Wheezes and sobs
Then sneezes and hes off
To either burn a stable
Or poison a troth
Severe a cable
Or just turn it all off
Offering lovelessness
Amidst pimps
For he is the way
The way of the worlds
Lawful in his lawlessness
He is the glint
Of the harbinger
The bringer of depth
The flint
Of the match maker
Closer to per-fect
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
there's no couching this effort...
celluloid film jitteriness of memory...
akin to a centipede thrumming
about a dank cellar.
i can not vacuum this stead...
with mind over matter...you
are It...the holy of holies afforded me.
noteworthy, and uncelebrated...we are--
as far's love's itemized.
incommunicado, and legendary--
our poetic licenses bestowed upon
one another...years would go where they
go...and concerned parties would head-butt
the genesis/apocalypse of our Go...minus been.
my love's no recourse to lovelessness...
(for you...that is) for...i'm drawn to a
picture, picturing overexposure.
Hardening, hard, and harder times felled
atop us...now help me lift.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
THE HOT ROAD UNDER THE ONE SUN
(and has the oil in the gulf
really stopped it's flow?)
and simply, we don't care
cause simply, we don't know
LOVE'S LIKE THAT, AINT IT!!..?
still clinging to false hope
that mr goodbar or missy-poo
will say "i love you" and ***** you good
and
GO AWAY OR STAY
(leaving the decision "up to you"
your puppy dog in human guise
you use and abuse
because you can and want to)
ah the subtle power of our poetry
to hid our crimes and our carelessness
the power of convoluted imagry
to make of our lovelessness
a tale of love
our lovelessness.........
...............................the world's pain
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 12:36 PM UTC
The hull
Is his skull
Damaged and cracked
Childhood
Fractured
Teenage bliss
Bashed
Existence rocks smashed
His cradled youth brain
Over
And over
And over
Again
The mast
Is his past
Black tattered sails soared
Plundered his splitting mind
In the depths he explored
Left him drowning
Then washed up
And stranded ashore
Consumed by his drinking
Anchored in thinking
These bones nothing more
Than the sinking
The sinking
The sinking
Deplore
The stern
Is his spine
The helm of his motion
With no wheel it bends
To his current emotion
Emptiness craving
The weight of this ocean
A storm-weathered back
And eroded ribcage
Set a course for astray
As he drifts
Ever further
And further
Away
The bow
Is his sternum
Sunken chest treasure
Greed sleeps in its hold
Through selfless endeavor
Still coveting gold
Yet pounding desire
White-cap knuckles slam
Against ego waves
Like a battering ram
Towards an island of purpose
His bones can stand for
After yearning
And longing
And lusting
For more
His heart
Precious cargo
Still breaks as it's thrown
To the soul-crushing blue
Lovelessness all alone
He clings to frail hopes
And starves to taste home
Yet thirsts for her fair
Aphrodite sea foam
To kiss his bones bare
This shipwreck skeleton
Over
And over
And over
Again
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
He spat acid,
left you defaced,
******
misplaced.
I sold lovelessness
to myself, left sweethearts
in sorrow,
in madness,
in a fury to find good arms.
And here we are,
your cold, detached facade
starting to melt,
and I lap it up,
hoping you never
find it again.
You wrap your arms around mine,
as we cross seas of parking lots
in the middle of the night,
and I don't know where the hell
we're going, but it feels so fine.
Your laugh
is the song of angels,
your touch is soothing,
and all your mistakes,
and all the exs,
and all the gods,
led me to you,
whether we bloom and burst,
wilt,
or ride the wind forever,
I'm just thankful to have found you.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
I find myself consistently missing her
not that I'll let her know that haha.
And while I refuse the idea of being some lovesick poet
writing poems dealing with loneliness and lovelessness,
I still cannot help but miss those freckles and that curly hair
her occasional glance my way, but never hearing
the words i desired, which i suppose is why im still caught up
i'll dedicate these words to her now
in lieu of plethora of moments i could have done this sooner.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 9:14 PM UTC
well, aren't we all!
all so very
very
sorry
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some day the blame shall come!
soon,
the accusatory
faces of children
shall shatter
every dream
--------
our vast pretencious
lovelessness!
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our inept skills
of nurturing!
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death is reigning
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we do not see!
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soon soon
we all shall be
so sorry
so very
very sorry
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC
I am a condemned robot,
on the verge of carrying out
the cruelest order.
An order of destruction,
a sacrifice.
To be my own executioner,
so that one day, I may be reborn.
Let nothing remain—
where there is pain,
there will be fire.
Where there is suffering,
there will be flowers.
Where there is lovelessness,
there will be love.
A button,
and a countdown,
separate me from my mission.
Only a few images
separate me from oblivion.
Yesterday, we were nothing.
Today, we are everything.
And tomorrow—our greatest version.
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
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AMERICA
---------
WORLD
Jihad jihadists here they come
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Laziness
-----------
You
My oh my fascist police state
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Lovelessness
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Young girl
The hills! The hills! The boys are there !
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Waters
--------
Mountains
Best start dreamin or you'll die
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Poem
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Bar room floor
You don't need me for this one
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War
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Mankind
Thru the silence a child screams
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
only a sudden shift
only a break in time
(a certain sense
of a certain................... necessity)
perhaps reacting to
what is it we do................................. deny
WHY ARE WE PRETENDING THAT WE DO NOT KNOW
WHAT SO OBVIOUSLY
IS ALL AROUND?
a chilling of the air
the sense of paralysis
an all consuming sense of fear
a total lovelessness
WHY ARE WE PRETENDING THAT WE DO NOT KNOW
WHAT SO OBVIOUSLY
IS ALL AROUND?
hiding,
in so deep
within the utter meaninglessness
of a life fit
for only slaves
WHY ARE WE PRETENDING THAT WE DO NOT KNOW
WHAT SO OBVIOUSLY
IS ALL AROUND?
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 10:52 AM UTC
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In praise of DIVINUS
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I walk with measured steps
Thru the childhood days
Past the **** heads dying in the park
Thru to the cutters and the depressed kids
Who write of lovelessness
Here on hello poetry
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On the brink of World War III
Wounded to the very heart
Telling of the pain of Loneliness
( Such deep and penetrating loneliness. )
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The tenemented poverty
The isolation
The continuous onslaught
The reverberations
The utter lack of hope
The utter abandonment of faith
/:/
The frighten refusal to see
The universality of the dissolution
The pandering to collectivity
The "me-too" egoism
That says
Sadness is enough
misery is qualification enough
The lack of rebelliousness
The turning of suffering into normalcy
The steady worship of authority
The denial that there will be a reckoning tomorrow
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All the hippies are gone
Replaced by violent lovers and *** addled addicts
The plight of lemmings
Going over the cliff
Into the sea
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Dear people
There is
Something
Much better
Much finer
Neater
More holy
And satisfying
Than to simply
await death
While telling each other
Nothing of significance
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
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death is come
( you too --- little poet child )
First ------ raw pain
( have you felt it ? )
And a sense of lovelessness unexplained
( I'm sure you know that one ! )
A feeling of uselessness / depression / no energy
( fading away )
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Dying
We are all ( simply ) dying !!
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So
Despite all our rantings and numb loving
and self abusing
The fact remains
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We are dying
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We are being slowly and systematically poisoned
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We are of the population set to be reduced
So that others may be sustained
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MURDERED
( if you will )
()
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We should say goodbye to one another
Or
Truly
Surely
Sincerely
Finally meet and say HELLO
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
There might be some truth
in the beauty of my images,
my imagination, my savior
from enjoying lovelessness
too much.
There might be a kind of
person who
would mirror my thoughts
in a different skin
and that could be bliss.
There might be a field,
wide and sunny, with
the armor of intellect
crashing with purpose,
both so strong,
the ground never shakes,
never moves.
An image.
Frightening, how perfect it is.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC