"reck" poems
Day 51. I didn't check your facebook so I ate Ben & Jerry's to celebrate.
Day 52. I caved and checked your facebook but you've been only adding dudes.
Day 53. I went to our neighborhood bar and a regular said he thought you were gay and I laughed and was like "yaaaassss"
Day 54. There's a certain song that makes me think of you and I'm so mad at myself because its a good song but I can't listen to it without gettig teary because I miss your touch.
Day 55. I had false hope and I saw my replacement's bike out ya house
Dat 56: I bought a ten dollar pack of cigarettes and you came down to the bar and we both couldn't make eye contact because it hurt so bad to look at each other and be attached.
Day 57. I drank myself into nothing.
Day 58. I tried to figure out what I should do about my entire life but I just watched Parks and Reck all day.
Day 59. I broke a glass on purpose because I felt out of control and just wanted my boyfriend back.
Day 60. I never left my bed.
Day 61. I hadn't showered in days and only left my bed once for delivery.
Dat 62. I needed to quote my favorite B.E.E "I know longer know who I am, and feel like the ghost of a total stranger."
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC
Babygirl
When i have sleepless nights,
and somthing doesnt feel right
I stare up at the beams,
in hopes that i can form some dreams
I think of your smile,
and all my worries disapear for a wile
Everything you do,
makes me want to be with you
Babygirl
when i need someone to hold,
whenever my heart is cold
when you kiss my neck,
i become an emotional reck
my fingers moving through your hair,
Feels like we are floating on air
Babygirl
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC
Lord God that dost me save and keep,
All day to thee I cry;
And all night long, before thee weep
Before thee prostrate lie.
Into thy presence let my praier
With sighs devout ascend
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
Thine ear with favour bend.
For cloy’d with woes and trouble store
Surcharg’d my Soul doth lie,
My life at death’s uncherful dore
Unto the grave draws nigh.
Reck’n'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit
I am a *man, but weak alas * Heb. A man without manly
And for that name unfit. strength.
From life discharg’d and parted quite
Among the dead to sleep
And like the slain in ****** fight
That in the grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver’d o’re
Deaths hideous house hath barr’d.
Thou in the lowest pit profound’
Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
Thy wrath from which no shelter saves
Full sore doth press on me;
*Thou break’st upon me all thy waves, *The Heb.
*And all thy waves break me bears both.
Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And mak’st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.
Through sorrow, and affliction great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas’d arise
And praise thee from their loathsom bed
With pale and hollow eyes ?
Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold,
Or they who in perdition dwell
Thy faithfulness unfold?
In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?
But I to thee O Lord do cry
E’re yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my praier doth hie
Each morn, and thee prevent.
Why wilt thou Lord my soul forsake,
And hide thy face from me,
That am already bruis’d, and *shake *Heb. Prae Concussione.
With terror sent from thee;
Bruz’d, and afflicted and so low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Astonish’d with thine ire.
Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow
Thy threatnings cut me through.
All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me persue.
Lover and friend thou hast remov’d
And sever’d from me far.
They fly me now whom I have lov’d,
And as in darkness are.
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From turning my eyes,
from small to big pupil
I snorted that psychedelic
drug from nostril
again i zoomed out the big world
from my head
remembering my part is still there
to represent
but i dont want to speak them no more
in this reck society i don't wanna live no more .
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 5:34 AM UTC
‘The time has come,’ he heard them say
Outside his tiny cell,
‘Go in and get the beast to pray
To save his soul from Hell.’
The Priest then walked up to the bars
And stated his intent,
‘Will you confess at last, my son?
Will you, at last, repent?’
‘The only thing that I repent,’
The prisoner said at last,
While staring at the Priestly face
At length, through double glass,
‘Is how your justice operates,
Your Judge sits on his bench,
Determines guilt before the trial
And brooks no argument.’
‘You have been tried by twelve and true
Your jurors had their say,
Condemned you as a murderer
Before they walked away.’
‘They would have found me innocent
Had he not been precise,
And sent them back to change their view,
Not only once, but twice.’
‘The law’s the law,’ the Priest replied,
‘The verdict said it’s you,
You had your day in court, and now
You’ll have to pay your due.’
‘I’m innocent,’ the prisoner said,
‘I swear it before God!’
‘Take not his name in vain, my son,
It’s time to reck his rod.’
‘Your God is just an ornament
To keep us fools in check,
If he were real, he’d swoop on down
And break the Judge’s neck.
The only God is in my heart
And he knows everything,
He welcomes us, the innocent,
Hypocrisy is sin.’
‘You risk your soul,’ the priest replied,
‘So hold your tongue in check,
For soon it will be silenced as
The rope, it breaks your neck.’
‘How many Nuns have you despoiled,
How many children died,
How many now lie buried, spread
Across the countryside?’
‘You hide behind your surplice, and
Your cassock and your gown,
You say you represent him, but
In fact, you put him down.
You tie us up with ritual
And steal our Peter’s Pence,
Then hide your sins by making all
The laity repent.’
‘I’ve had enough,’ the Priest replied,
Then turned and stepped aside,
The gaolers tied his hands and feet
And shuffled him outside,
They dragged him to the gallows and
Put on the dreaded hood,
But still he called, ‘Repent yourself,
Oh Priest! You know you should!’
It barely took a minute for
The rope and then the drop,
And then just twenty seconds for
His beating heart to stop,
The Priest’s thin hands had trembled
As he walked out in the cold,
And prayed, not for the prisoner,
But for his own poor soul.
His sins lay heavy on him as
He walked up to the nave,
Then knelt before the altar asking
God, his soul to save,
But God was strangely silent
And the Priest had felt like dross,
The morning saw him hanging
From the altar’s Holy Cross.
David Lewis Paget
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
Born the war drum
I was beat until the cries became the sub-audible pounding of a thousand marching feet birthed of beatings.
Truant was I to the current flowing like the wind that leaves the leafs chasing that end from which they've stemmed, rather moving to the inner drum beating out my doctrines engraved on skin, a prescription through inscription it allowed me to see through jade eyes and experience my near life experiments. The temple trapped within I tore the doors off of to find the one I could love, only to be left with hands stained of (His/her) blood. Bleeding the gods of Din and (w)Reck on in(g)sides work against the world I'm in, the perception deceptive eluding the corrections of that War Drum originally beat, the per(cus/sua)sive force of that forced message left lessened in the face of realities newly perceived, though still accepted in universal truth. The heart beats new root, a tie-in to every action bourne of a falling hand drumming out that beat of every thousandth fallen feet.
And I am left to (Him/her), that hidden god of Din, and I am left without that temple once held within so I may decipher that left upon my skin, that forgotten prayer I begin,
"forgive me father, for i am sin…"
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
Then whome a better Senatour nere held
The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,
Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold
In all her equipage: besides to know
Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes
What severs each thou hast learnt, which few have don
The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes
In peace, & reck’ns thee her eldest son.
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im so sick of screaming into my pillow, and banging my fist into my bed... making a reck of myself
so sick of playing stupid mind games to keep from thinking about it...
im so sick of acting like im okay with never seeing you....
so sick of trying to keep these tears from coming, and when they do
im so sick of hiding them behind closed doors
....biting down on my cloths so no one can hear me
daddy the only place i wanna be is in your arms....
i hate this.....
what will take this anger away?
so sick of not being able to write about anything else...
but you,
you don't even know this blog exists.
so sick of holding a grip on the poles of my head board that my hand goes numb,
hoping if i hold on long enough,
if i scream loud enough,
...cry hard enough...
that maybe i wont care anymore.
she said forget it, it wont happen... you'll never see him anymore then you do now..
do you not see how happy i am when im with him..
only one word of her saying yes could fix this...
nothing else...
and im so sick of it!
so i run....
run away
tell she cant find me
tell she forgets my existence
im sure it wouldn't be hard for her to do
i run far away
until
i finally
become reunited
with you again.
ill run until i can jump into your arms
tell i can tell you how much ive missed you
and wonderd when i could see you again...
i would tell you
..that i love you
and i would never want to leave..
mom dont make me leave....
let me stay with my dad
ill be okay
please...
listen to me
i need this
i need him, with me..
please?
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
I asked myself to this day
Weather or not I would be the same
If they just stayed together, if they just didn’t split.
I had thought things would get better, that nothing would ever change
But that was wrong
and the longer I care
the more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I wonder to this day
If only they let me watch as he moved away
Instead of sending us to naptime
And let us wake up to change.
Seeing him a reck and her in joy made me feel broken too
And the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I question to this day
If my mom told truth to us or lied to us to get agreement.
She said we were a packaged deal, he’d love us all the same,
Was I just a gullible four year old then
Or was it a truth that changed, I don’t know
But the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I worry to this day
If I’d ever get phased out
If one McKay was an up roar
What would the rest be like?
Only the three of us left and we all feel left so lonely and cold
But the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I still feel the pain, the morn, and the scrutiny to this day
Even after 10 years have past
Anxiety rules me
Making fear overstay its welcome
Making me care
And pushing my head beneath my salty lake of tears.
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I noticed to this day
That if I don’t care
I won’t feel the pain, the fear, the insane
The triggers might go away
And why these things won’t just go away, I really do not know.
I do know that the path I took had a lot of broken trees and dying flowers,
And I know that I’m tired of drowning over and over in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
But I can’t stop caring
so I continue to drown.
I can’t tell you why, simply because I don’t know myself.
But I think the world thinks I’m smiling because I let them,
Not because they don’t want to read the rest of this boring, dusty book,
But because I put a lock on it and hid the key.
So I care, and care
Until I am submerged by my salty lake of tears,
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who I let think I’m smiling
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
As the World
turns
I can hear the world
Yearn
They're unruly and desperately
reck-less
seeking for love on ever-
lasting
terms
But they proceed with no concern
they're unable to discern or
learn
Not heeding the many
warnings and dan-
gers
Unaware of the many
forces that lin-
ger
Now as we stand by idly
as we witness
this cruel state of
Ig-nor-ance
We're losing our
Innocence
instead of making sense
of what's
going on
Unconvinced
of the shapes that are
taking form
We're miss-in-
formed
sowing the seeds to breed the
Devil's
Spawn
Provoking violence within the
mindset
of the spiritually blinded
While letting our
Silence
speak the truth
of the spirits that blind
Us
Reminding us
of where we Fail
A rude awakening
outa the
Spell
Snapping outa the
Trance
of being frozen in a
mea-ning-less
stance
For our only chance to
Survive
Is to thrive in our
circumstance
Moving on in advance
observing Truth
Learning to pro-
gress
As we focus in our aims
to Arrest
these
developments of
Carnality
We're pulling down the
Devil's
Faculty
Exposing Principalities
wherever
they
may
Be
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 11:46 PM UTC
I'm nothing more than a fly on Life's expansive wall
The news spread to swat me swiftly through the air
And as I'm gliding aimlessly with my effortless fall
I wonder how it used to feel, back when I use to care
My withered wings, Oh the places They have soared
Lascivious flings, Oh the territories I have explored
Jewels and things, all just pointless awards adored
Like retired Kings, I've grown tired, old, and bored
Yet my soul clings, for anything I may have ignored
and then it sings, a melody that leaves you floored
Recklessly I must abandon thee,
this identity bestowed upon me
Although I have a penchant for living
knowing it will end is so unforgiving
Part of a species that could never be stranger
That Recklessly we shall eventually endanger
So please let these words do their job and nourish
Your mind, body and soul are now free to flourish
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
im so sick of screaming into my pillow, and banging my fist into my bed... making a reck of myself
so sick of playing stupid mind games to keep from thinking about it...
im so sick of acting like im okay with never seeing you....
so sick of trying to keep these tears from coming, and when they do
im so sick of hiding them behind closed doors
....biting down on my cloths so no one can hear me
daddy the only place i wanna be is in your arms....
i hate this.....
what will take this anger away?
so sick of not being able to write about anything else...
but you,
you don't even know this blog exists.
so sick of holding a grip on the poles of my head board that my hand goes numb,
hoping if i hold on long enough,
if i scream loud enough,
...cry hard enough...
that maybe i wont care anymore.
she said forget it, it wont happen... you'll never see him anymore then you do now..
do you not see how happy i am when im with him..
only one word of her saying yes could fix this...
nothing else...
and im so sick of it!
so i run....
run away
tell she cant find me
tell she forgets my existence
im sure it wouldn't be hard for her to do
i run far away
until
i finally
become reunited
with you again.
ill run until i can jump into your arms
tell i can tell you how much ive missed you
and wonderd when i could see you again...
i would tell you
..that i love you
and i would never want to leave..
mom dont make me leave....
let me stay with my dad
ill be okay
please...
listen to me
i need this
i need him, with me..
please?
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
you break down my soul into a million pieces,
and my insecurity shows...
i run away,
searching for something more,
striving for release,
....god where are you?
she digs deep in my pain,
and she stabs me with her pride.
i tryed showing respect, but
i guess you dont understand grace...
All you wanna do,
is twist my words up....
im all alone in my bed room....
and anger rises in me,
fear rises in me...
i start throwing things,
making a reck of things out of my
pain..
........i needed you then....
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel depressed and exhausted
Not because it's been a hard day
Or because something is bothering me
No, most of the time I don't know the reason
Most of the time there's no reason
It's like when I feel something it seems so superficial
It's like it's not real
I can't feel it in my stomach
It's like there's a seal
It blocks all emotions
Even the good ones
It's like I'm emotionless
Where's the excitement
The nervous reck that ones was there
Am I too relaxed
Why am I scared
Where are all the answers to my questions
Answer me, please
Answer me
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
I must spill myself on the road,
There's no such thing as a canvas for me.
No fresh blank board with a blizzard surface
Only tears and dirt stained ridges.
I don't have acrylic paint,
Yellows so bright it awakens the night
Reds so passionate it brings forth lovers.
The paint on the road is but dried up in corners.
There's no painter behind the painted.
No one watching its old and rusted creation.
I'm an art period with no semi-colon.
Rococo, classicism, baroque... they're not me.
People remember the names of long ago,
With curves of dead nature and spirals of pleasure.
Everyone recalls the beautiful old centuries,
Never someone will recall the painting of me.
I am no ship reck in the bottom of the sea,
There are no historians curious for me.
No lost treasure hides beneath the blue tapestry,
Where beauty had lied for centuries.
I am that road you overlook,
Driving on the one-way lane without thought.
There are rats and garbage and broken sidewalks.
I am the painting painted with regret.
I must spill myself on the road,
There's no such thing as a canvas for me.
I'm another crack in the timeline,
Lost in the hypocrisy of centuries.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
I am a vampire,
I find pain to exclaim.
All these people around me,
try to get in my brain.
I cannot help it,
I cannot truly see.
These people all try,
to get their hands on me.
I have an urge to bite.
Fight or flight.
All these people around me,
I’m drowning,
yes I’m suffocating.
Help me out now,
these people bear a lot of weight.
Up or down,
I have no clue,
where I’m going next.
There is too much to read,
and it is all out of context.
Please I can’t breathe,
I am going to reck.
Help me out now,
I can’t breathe,
I can’t breathe.
All the people around me,
are starting to **** me.
Why is it so hard,
to live above the law.
Everything I see,
is just one giant tease.
Help me out now,
I can’t breathe.
I am a vampire,
I **** at that too.
I cannot **** blood,
my grip is too loose.
All these people laughing,
it is funny.
I have no emotion,
I cannot break loose.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
The love we shared
Was a sham
I loved you
But I think you were
Looking a young thing
My thighs
Womanhood
Neck
Clavicle
And lips
Remained un kissed
How I am tired
Of being used
Or abandoned
For another
Check yourself before
You reck yourself.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
Excited like a kid at Xmas
Hands sweaty in anticipation
Then you appeared
From nervous reck to comfort
With only a lingering hug
We spoke like we speak everyday
Not like the 2 years it has actually been
I gather the courage and hold your hand
Then I kiss you like I used to
Suddenly it all ends abruptly, with me waking up
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
a mockingbird strips the night
of quiet
opens a portal in my soul
to let what was in out
and
what was out in
to make an exchange of balances
just so does the cave Lechuguilla
**** air through her ******
in the desert near Carlsbad
balancing air pressure
in great ******** puffs that make her moan
like a lover satisfied
or perhaps not
perhaps she groans and sighs
for the **** of her million-year solitude
for the loss of her art-full loneness
perhaps Lechuguilla sounds
to stem the contagion of sobs
daily growing in her heart
each sob feeding off the one before
marking like guideposts
the descent she now takes into oblivion
searching searching
searching for herself
the story of a princess
scratches at the edge of my mind
a princess whose ability was as rare
as the sight of an egret flying against the star-crusted night
she mounted to the roof of her palace
each night there to repose
to light the whole city
with her radiance
everything begins in the imagined
you donned your suit of lights
to woo me from myself
to court my innocence from its cave
now head down pawing dust into fog
I charge bristling and snorting threats
through my nose
you beautiful in light-catching suit
send my barbs like adorned words
into my flesh and soul
I bleed the last of my happiness down my back
into the dry soil
of our We
our glances nick then slide away
drawing more passion
to coagulate in tidal pools at our feet
I cannot be your imaginal woman
I am my own
I speak in wordchunks like charcoal
hiding fire within
I beat my rhythms to music you do not hear
because you have no reck of me
c. 1994/2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
Inside of me there lies a crack
The thick foundation begins to crumble beneath the surface
Heart break
Death
Pain
And reck
Began the disassemblement
One false move and it all falls apart
The inside
The outside
NOTHING is left
I know these poems are really simple but these poems express my feelings
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
Darkness will grow, light falling back
Night comes with pleasure, day brings pain
Nothing forever, things will break
Go far through woods or follow black
Daylight burns skin, I follow shadows
I live in corners under deck
No way for dead to feel self living
Live goes from nowhere to daybreak
If anyway I'm dark creature
No reason trying me to reck
Don't wait for mersy from my sorrow
The fire burns, but now shield cracked
The agony won't spare the culprits
They fall as hard, as fallen me
Maybe my words are not a pulpit
But sprouts inside are going free
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
you laid a kiss on my sensible neck,
you pushed me near that wooden reck.
you embrace my **** in your soft palm,
I couldn't resist our breathing uncalm.
you teased my **** with your warm tongue,
my body shivers with the ****** rhythm we sung.
I felt your urges when you tore my clothes apart,
i know about your urges when you kissed me hard,
your smooth hand rushes here and there,
its one night so no need of love and care.
your smooth hands running all over me,
my lust for you is what others can see.
urges are delusional it ends so fast,
but its one night stand not a love so vast.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
Must you expect that I'll never measure up?
Why do you pester me with doubtfullness
Must you lack hope in me brother?
Excepting that we were making a reck of things
When we were only talking...
Please I need you to believe in me.....
If you care.... Then let me speak
Let me share my dreams with you
Listen to me for once without you
Bickering about my failures...
I need you to believe in me more than ever
And as my brother I need your hope in me
....let me open up to you
And leave your anger behind.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC