"regretless" poems
Chloroforming your joys,
disappearing in noise.
Writing to a feeling,
lost with a pen unpoised.
Corner lights fluorescent yellow,
the poisonous sweet smell of love so mellow.
Quit being a slave to a nameless voice,
let your today,
be a regretless choice.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
Try to live once,
for the sake of now,
you have your today
try to live it now.
Count your tears,
the ones from yesterday,
the ones that dried up,
the ones that froze away.
Do you feel your heart beating?
or do you feel it slowly fade,
an unusual absence of warmth,
fearing it might become a nameless mail.
Chloroforming your joys,
disappearing in noise.
Writing to a feeling,
lost with a pen unpoised.
Corner lights fluorescent yellow,
the poisonous sweet smell of love so mellow.
Quit being slave to a nameless voice,
let your today,
be a regretless choice.
Learn to live,
enjoy it in endless ways.
Life is beautiful,
try to live your dreams every day.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
Nothing is more boring
than the sunset's beauty
abused in every painting
Nothing is more dying
than a river drying
under a sun of spring
Nothing is more deceiving
than a leap over the waterfall
if not on the water you fall
But land on your head instead
or on your *** on dessicated GRASS
Yet ...
You still swoon in the sunset
Float on drying rivers
Blindly trust a waterfall's onset
Addict yourself to HERBS
Then you see the sun at noon
Burning and colorless
Uglier than the moon
Blinding and emotionless
The river, straightforward
Promising and regretless
Washes your anxiety
until you swell with hypocrisy
and deceptive ambitions
You start craving to fly
You start aiming high
Surrender to sense-less decisions
Above bottomless cascades
Until you meet your doom
Far below in the shades
On grass that doesn't bloom
And so you swoon again in the sunset
Re-float on drying rivers
Blindly trust another waterfall's onset
Re-write your fate on dying herbs
You forgot to find bliss!
in warm days and cool waters
in waterfalls' grace and the flowers'
You only aim for more than this
To lift yourself from the abyss
That keeps digging deeper
with every drying river
and herbs that you will again miss
Until your wings can't fly enough
or someone embraces you with love
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
She stood in a field of green
Ripping the heads off daises—
What subtle reinforcement for the fight.
I have tried—
With all of my might,
To look beyond what greets my eyes,
Yet find myself with no choice
But to turn the other cheek.
She stood with her feet in the sand
Building towers only to knock them down—
What subtle reinforcement for the fight.
I have tried—
With all of my might,
But cannot stand to bare witness
To the love of destruction and reconstruction
With no other purpose than amusement.
She stood with a heart in her hands
Squeezing tightly, dispersing the remains—
What subtle reinforcement
For the fight.
I have tried—
With all of my might,
But cannot rid myself of the pain of her disdain.
She stood with a stone cold stare
Eyes locked on the horizon—
Emotionless, regretless.
What subtle reinforcement
For the fight.
I have tried—
With all my might,
But at the end of the day
I have learned one cannot
Make another do or say
What they deem to be correct.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
The storm settled,
Gentle winds clear the streets of
Fragmented *~~
~~* Cocktail ~~ Memories*
~~ ~~*
There were one too many,
For one too many,
First Dances &
High Stakes.
Lingering emotions
Faint Recollections
Snapshots of Regretless Mistakes.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
I want to live the kind of life
that looks gorgeous
in a rear view mirror.
A life riddled regretless--
full of curves and edgy paths
that I chose to leave behind.
If by chance I miss my turn
while reliving what's passed,
let them canonize me
the patron saint
of the wanderlust--
spelling out blessings
for the bored and anchored
with every speck
of my kicked up dust.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Children running,
through the streets.
Taking cover,
under rubble,
and the deceased.
Children cry,
and they scream.
Their parents dead,
planes overhead,
drop bombs on the city.
They have no hope,
they don't believe.
They are war torn,
and they mourn,
over the dead bodies.
Regretless bullets,
fly across the battlefield.
House destroyed,
parents dead.
Sorry children,
this is real.
The children of war,
they are no more.
The children of war.
They're homeless,
they're starving,
they're tired,
they're scared.
Bullets fill the air,
they can go nowhere.
The children,
they're crying,
bullets flying,
through the air.
And nobody cares.
Nobody cares...
War torn,
civilians mourn,
over dead childrens bodies.
The children of war,
they are no more.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Mother was my lover
No one could ***** me
For she was first
Her darkest thirst
I could never quench
But how I tried
But I never lie
For she would punish me and my bad ways
She'd take away the sun, I'd live without days
And the night would speak to me
Quiet whispers, from a face I'd never see
Telling me evil deeds
Telling me evil greeds
(Planting that evil seed)
Mother was my lover
Not a hand by hers
Could touch my skin
No lips but hers
Could breathe such sin
But who am I to protest
I am but a guest
Under her roof provided
Her love and lust divided
Leaving me to her compulsive will
(Leaving me alone, to wish her ****
Mother was my lover
Who I could only hate
Single digit age and *****
Never knowing the right from wrong
Never knowing how long,
The nights did last
In the heat and sweat
Where I be played victim
These nights I wish to forget
While her eyes, never see regret
Mother was my lover
I, she gave birth to
I, she made 'love' to
Always told it was for me to do
Diluted into believe this was true
But with an whispered doubt
I began to fall, without a shout
I would never land
Never fully understand
The way she placed her hand on me
The way her eyes would see and perceive
Her only child
Always calm and mild
But when the sun set, her demons woke
She'd take me, and I'd silently choke
Losing my grip on my mind
Leaving me empty and blind
(Searching out blood, I'd soon find)
Mother was my lover
She touched me soft, she hit me hard
Over time, she touched me into broken shards
I fought between, what I knew
And the their voices lewd
That spoke from a face never seen
That spoke with a voice so pristine
I could not help but listen, and obey
But what do I do, when it goes against,
What mother says...
Mother was my lover
Who never loved me at all
She picked me up to let me fall
And I could never stop
My quick decent
Until it stopped, she voice
That I resent
And I was told
Her words need air
With her hands unfair
If she couldn't breathe
Then her will would leave
And I wouldn't have to play anymore
Mother was my lover
Who I had to ****
Mother was the lover
Sporting evil will
I was told, by a voice I must obey
That I must take away all her days
I went into her room
Darkest of the night
And took away,
Her regretless sight
She woke wide-eyed
I spoke not a lie
And said it's time to die
Mother who I hate
She took the knife, deep into her chest
And I drank in all her blood
A taste I had to test.
Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 1:25 AM UTC
*oh, what bliss it must be
to find regretless intimacy*
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Christina Snowcrash feels eternal suffocation in a landslide
of murky river rumor mongering
and forced black out make out fake out insufficiency
from her choke out black and blue Valentine
All this tragic **** abuse
deals a million miles of bad road damage per second
because everyone else can see
Christina Snowcrash is a starry eyed constellation prize
crashing and burning brighter than
supernovas blindly raging gracefully
She stands her ground with her loss
but we're all praying for the day
she stops his predatory bending and breaking
as she dots her eyes
and crosses her tease
and lets loose tear smeared makeup
breakup bullets
aimed at diminishing returns
on those blood diamond investments
and involuntary commitment
Let him burn for a change and trash the ash in
fretless regretless release from prison bar bedroom brawls
with a loveless lost cause phantom
no longer worthy of the best times of her life
because Christina Snowcrash
deserves better than this
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
I thought you knew the chaos that I'm in,
All of this time you got me wondering,
Have you not known that I know all your sin?
With all these thoughts you got me pondering.
Was naive, did not notice your mistakes,
Oh I was blind that I did not look,
We both know a small talk is all it takes,
But you still went over to your new hook.
I felt so bad I just kept feeling down,
My tears were falling with the gushing rain,
In all my thoughts and problems I could drown,
Little did the strength of my heart still reign.
I had the chance to express and speak up,
I told you all the things that you should hear,
Crying and could hardly speak with hiccup,
Decided and said I don't want you near.
My decision was truly regret-less,
Because now I live my life happily,
Without the man that made me feel worthless.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
when innocence meets death
mourners reside
between unpaved roads
and shallow streets
when innocence meets death
sinister screams;
a mother cries
when innocence meets death
sullen eyes do not tear
terminal mirrors end
upon hallways;
empty;
clear
when innocence meets death
a certain caress
bonds with unknown;
tranquil;
endear
when innocence meets death
sanctity arises;
regretless, whole; no fear
when innocence meets death
he holds it
he breathes;
he understands that death
is not fatal at all.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
Immensity of spring –
Threshold of summer –
A silver wing flutter
Among the olive branches,
Speechless aviary chittery,
Deep, soft pang of honeysuckle
Under a downpour of silk-white light,
Quick, disturbing visions in and out
Of sight, darning the break of day.
Ideas, feverish as bees, ripen
To the summer warmth.
Urged to their fullness,
They burst into a heavy flow
Of words, sweet as aged wine.
This is bounty of the season—
No more winter stretching
Bare arms out to catch late snow,
But a riot of roses whispering a satin “yes”
In a frenzy of letting go,
Of living regretless in the now.
,
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
so many emotions
so fewer words
make me speechless
make me talk
keep distance
or
regretless to fall
that is a question-
not mine
it's yours
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC