"thoughtlessness" poems
soft voices and poor choices have led me here.
i want to laugh at how
my face shows its fear.
indecision and lack of vision
have left me for dead;
fed to the angry beast
left behind, in my head.
streams of consciousness
and everlasting thoughtlessness
make waves in their wake.
it all bends and breaks.
friends working to
stop the aches.
soon the lurking beast will awaken
and my world will be shaken,
but for now,
i will stay on my journey
to a jury
that will put these voices
to rest.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
I guess I’m okay… What more can I say?
Forget it—never mind,
You wouldn’t understand anyway,
Would you even know what it's like?
Inside a scattered disconnected mind,
Employed to go on strike?
Where indirect misdirect
The sincerity at play,
When sinusoidal chaos spikes
And past meets the future present day?
As paranoid points outlandishly connect
At intervals of broken lines,
Memory lost in recollect,
An array of misshaped bells
Internally infect the eternal confines
Of infinite distributional decay,
Parallels with no intersect,
Streetwise cells with empty signs,
Burned out lights, potholes, and landmines,
Littered all the way.
How am I to convey that all those times
You let your mind wander away
That I was reading, thinking, dreaming,
Teeming, never idle, never strayed,
Seeing, being, so far and away,
Even the brightest intellect beaming,
Could not grasp the feeling
In the slightest of highest orders reeling,
Wound unbound, or as it would be seeming,
Imperfect, even to the disarray
Of the tamest prefect, whose verdict
Could not predict the reflect,
For in this world, seeing is deceiving,
As the lamest reject, defect,
Increasingly decreasing,
In simplistic bliss obey
Crowned unsound fallacies
That contradict all meaning,
Hiding behind reality, the actualities
Lest, protect the thoughtlessness perceiving,
Let me stop you if I may...
I must interject for I digress,
What nonsense was I weaving?
Forget it—I've lost my mind,
I best be leaving,
What more can I say?
It's periodic I must confess,
You probably don't care anyway,
Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay,
Until next time I guess,
I wouldn't want to be misleading.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Earphones pumping rhythms to keep apace to.
Relaxed, steady, determined one leg at a time.
Hedgerows gliding past, forever long.
Blood pumping, harder stronger faster.
Chest is heaving, struggling gasping.
Back is tense, muscles constantly contracted.
Focussing on anything else but breathing
Impossible,yet it is lovely.
Like an old friend, thoughtlessness embraces me.
Caressing and Familiar.
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
The
weight of the world sitting dumbly on
those fructose eyelids.
They, in turn. melt into the mummified
morning.
laying in the corner forever like a
favorite-shirt
ruined in the wash.
Every other stripe on you is stained pink
from
some cheap volunteer tee that ****** up
The whole load.
Each ray from the blinds
Takes some life away.
Searing past you- into the floorboards
with
quiet fury.
Time passes_
It shoves us down into compact spaces.
(but)
I thought of you
In a shoplifter's prayer.
(There is something left that evaporates out in the form of you)
I imagined you
Still.
But growing
Like
Crystal salts
Crusting up the pores of the earth.
Vapors fumbling upwards to rehydrate
My dry fingers_
We make decisions . that stick around.
We break off blisters. Rip little things that hang off our lips.
We take breaks before we need them.
Take too long to say
**** this.
Thoughtlessness.
*Somewhere out there, they are screaming loud.
Somebody either cares or
Doesn't.*
The marks on the carpet know better than
us
How to last forever
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
I am anti-matter.
Trending on Twitter.
Shooting a guest-spot on Two-and-a-Half Men.
A five-dollar foot-long
meal-deal of a man,
long on propaganda
while short on substance;
A School-House Rock rendition of
Aspiration Asphyxiation
penning love-letters to Jesus
beneath my breath
to abate the sensation that I'm just
redundant protoplasm
with a pecker and a pocketbook
failing to distract myself from the fact that
every intake of breath is a death sentence.
I have no praise-worthy abilities.
You can't **** your way into heaven.
Satan himself
caught a better break being
cast out of the kingdom--
there is certainty in condemnation.
Those poor souls who harbor
the illusion of indemnity
through faith in a
purportedly magical Jew
truly are the blessed few
not via the Lord's redemption, mind you,
but by the thoughtlessness of their devotion.
Perhaps the two are tantamount to one another.
The ****** are so labeled
because we question ceaselessly--
curiosity is no comfort.
Should the sun burn black,
the world will go cold
or
some star-burst might
scorch our galaxy clean
of all delusions of eternity.
The meek can inherit the ashes.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
My childhood a moment unforgettable.
A moment of careless pleasure
A moment when there was no thought for what should
be,
what may be,carelessly moved all.
My childhood
a moment best loved
a moment careless delight
a moment thoughtless
a moment Unforgettable
my childhood
my childhood
take me to my childhood
i miss him
i miss thoughtlessness
i miss consciouslessness
i miss selflessness
Take me to my childhood
I Yell in Grief
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 11:09 AM UTC
My mother questions, “Why aren’t we equal?”
As she paints my walls with white
She wonders why my colorful friends don’t get as lucky as me
But she also wonders about the financial aid the government says we don’t need
I bang on her white walls and insist we’re well off
But she still asks why
And I can’t say “you! It’s because of people like you that my friends need a dollar or two”
Because of the way she plays hypocrite
Condemning welfare and the impoverished while asking why she doesn’t get any
Confirming the stereotype that most people aren’t innately racist
It’s just their own thoughtlessness that causes the disconnect
And it’s not just my mother, it’s all my people, me too
My friend once asked, “Why is Kierra so into social justice?”
Maybe because the history of our ancestors was carried on the backs of her people
Maybe because even today my people say we’re so good, so equal, so righteous
When we still look at a black man and assume the white is better
We don’t mean it but my assumptive mind insists that Kierra always needs a hand
When what is really needed is a strict hand to the side of my head
Jostle that rude assumption out of my head
She is her own person, not a broken house left on stilts
And assuming she is broken is worse than anything I can think of
So it’s a double edged sword because races need to work together to fix this atrocity
But we must also give each their freedom to grow and equalize equally
I will never understand the plight of one a different race
But I understand plight, from my gender and my mental state
My mother always told me treat everyone fairly
She always said to treat everyone right
But here she keeps on going
Painting my walls with white
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
We are lovers in color,
salted scents that stick to covers.
Splayed out on your coral-reef couch
hackneyed and bleeding,
bleary but needing,
I've settled quietly into your imprints of indifference.
Stale ***** tongue I'm late for work.
speaks insipidity: Shower if you want to.
Lock the door as you leave.
It was nice seeing you.
I lay there greying all morning.
Soaking into everything, your carpet seas
brine my feeble, shadow-casting lesions.
Unsure if you've left me ***** or clean (this time)
I drag my body down your tainted hallway.
In stark fluorescence, there is no clarity
but the echoes, like reflections
of the emptiness of eve.
Blood-letter run dry
somehow still high,
****** into the thoughtlessness
of
your
tides
(I am disregarded, but alive.)
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:51 AM UTC
There's a pretentious air
In the way you presume I care.
How could it possibly be fair
To treat brother like mare?
To pass on your obligation
Is to inspire my frustration.
The thoughtlessness and abdication
Resumes hateful thoughts of vindication.
One asks not for reparation
Or from friendship a vacation.
Just a token of creation
Of an equal-footed communication.
I won't hold grudges, or hate
But you've been tense as of late.
You've been jumping my words to conflate
The words for your anger I use to negate.
Could you just chill out?
Nobody is out to get you.
It's hard to be a friend
When even enemies get more respect too.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 10:31 PM UTC
t h o u g h t l e s s
--
i wonder if my brain doesn't know
what to think, or if it did
i wouldn't want it to.
thoughtlessness is just the veil we cover ourselves with
when you know the thought is something not needed to be said.
but some others aren't so concerned.
she curled her lips
at the expense of others;
smiled when our eyes met.
and for the 1000th time,
i was thoughtless.
uncover yourself!
liars, calm your tongues!
i wanted to explain
how discontent and irreparable i felt
from the words falling out of that woman's mouth.
it dripped, settled, and rooted itself in my heart,
missing the deep moat built to keep them out.
so i rebuilt it.
and i thought of all the ways
to keep it hidden.
--
t h o u g h t f u l
--
of gripping emotions
and little time,
i am thoughtful of you.
day in
night out
of connect the dots puzzles
found in old restaurants as kids,
we are the dots right next to each other
ready to fill in something grander.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of roots planted
in me by you,
or in you by me,
i felt connected
and rushed to say:
"of all places i'd want to be planted,
it'd be here."
of words unsaid, we might be setting ourselves up to be
star-crossed lovers, up high; harness detached, to be dropped.
but all this month i've been digging, and last night
i saw the first sparkle of gold, staring back at me
with your smile i never want to forget.
this smile not out of deception,
but adoration. comfort. belonging.
and i am thoughtful of you.
of pages read and words said,
under moonlight or incandescent bright home;
wherever we might be, i am thoughtful
of all you've done.
another day, yellow in essence
another out, black as my back turns
of those car rides up north
to fill in the rest of the dots,
i am thoughtful
of where you will be.
in this maze-like city
for the first time, i won't feel lost
for i have somewhere to be,
and you to find.
of lightly feathered emotions
and the realization we have
all the time in the world,
i am thoughtful of you.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
There's always a ploy,
Complicated stratagems,
And a backup plan.
When I meet potential flirts,
I throw up my guard.
I save aloofness and pride
For the clingy one.
For the one given to thought,
I display impulse,
Expose spontaneity,
And show thoughtlessness.
For those expecting much praise,
I laugh at their face,
Disregarding some kindness,
And I spurn their wants.
But for the analyzer,
Who looks inside me--
I open up the floodgates,
I lay bare my faults,
And try to convince the man
Of every vileness
And of every cruelty
That I can muster.
For if he believes I sin,
And do so often,
Perhaps it will save him then
From the traps I'd lay
If I let myself like him,
Try to entrance him,
And lie about my dark soul.
This way, no man knows:
No man sees my tender heart,
No man knows my fears,
No man feels my true sorrow--
And my heart is saved.
But I wonder deep at night:
Am I lonely? No...
But I've run so far from love
That I'll never try again.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Little One,
Oh Little One,
How sad you seemed to be.
You ****** and moaned your grievances,
Not knowing you were free.
The world seemed so big.
When you seemed small,
The problems that you’d seek,
Today I yarn to reminisce,
How much you’d hate to be me.
Little one,
What caused you such delusions,
What caused you so much pain?
Your life was like a fairytale,
No losses and no gain.
Come take a gander,
In my world,
See how you’d toss and turn.
Your thoughtlessness and gravity,
Would tumble, crash and burn.
Little one,
Oh little one,
The problems that you find,
Are darling little memories,
In a world as ****** up as mine.
Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 2:37 AM UTC
Attack upon a child,
Aggression and fearless thoughtlessness,
Treating others as animals,
Dehumanising them,
Leaving them alone and filled with hopelessness.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
From a distance you are beautiful
close proximity highlights your supposed refinement
then you open your mouth...
A whirlwind of immaturity and thoughtlessness
barrages me.
Why don't you have friends?
Well talking a million miles out of your *** doesn't help.
I'm exhausted by the end- worn out- done.
You close your mouth and I forget,
I'm ****** in like a male fly to a shiny-female light.
Only your words are a much more effective fly zapper than electric lamps
and I’ll soon learn.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
The threshold, a kink in the continuum. A static line, 7" thick. An inch a mile, a million high-ways through low-days. Between freezing underpasses, mirrored in ice. Stray dogs passing, paying no mind, for there is none. Dying mice; too white for the whiteness.
Give me a road and I'll follow
across our fallow fields.
At either end, a somewhere an anywhere;
yielding, if anything, a brief love of the vastness of our expanses.
In such terms, humans and roads
are inseparable.
Give me legs and itchy feet, and I will carry this filthy deed.
"To go," for nothing
but the words alone
Like a redneck with his whiskey and his 12-gauge
we rage
full on.
Give me recklessness, give me godlessness, give me symbolitude & contemplacency. Give me thoughtlessness, or better yet, leave me with instinct, and I will carry the rifle for the enigma-insignia
of the Great Nation of Motion.
And I endure
to procure
myself
in two places
at once.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
The Lost Letter of Love-
The thunder of the busy street makes love to the vicious voices that plague my mind. Reminisce of a forgotten love still shower my inner most thoughts. Passion that once overwhelmed my life is now my reason for exhaust. The shimmers that once lit my ambition and drive now hang lightless, darker than the deepest secret. Yet the frequency of lost desire still induces the most intoxicating substance. Arms grow weary caressing forgotten times, the tears that once grew a river, are now dry beds of torment. The beautiful dawn plays in coalition with the residuals of a distant song. “Goodbye my lover” plays in harmony with the neglect of reality. Not facing demons yet displaying affection to them. Indulging in virtues once restricted by political propaganda. I am her vicious vendetta, her thoughtlessness, her absence. I lay on a bed of needles enjoying the aguish, suffering in satisfaction. The destructive thought of deserving such a decisive decision allows my mind to become a rag of lost emotion, wiping tears from the concaved steps that once bread a whirlwind of radical love. A canvas stained recklessness paints a picture of a destined solitude. No regret orchestrates a symphony of percussions, streaming beautiful sound through the hills of total regret. Awake becomes second nature, slumber slumbers with the lack of motivation to ignite the calm. Insomnia hums in a melody so righteous that the religion becomes the man. A hollow shell of broken ambition sway in the wind of self desire. The cries of the night become intoned with the cries of truth. Instinct maps the course of self-withered illusion, illuminating the “why us” cause. A foundation of happiness holds the weight of a pessimistic engagement. While optimistic scavengers prey on the depths of endless souls. Disappointment rectifies all signatures of a so-called love. Remembering a once forgotten future claims its stakes as the eternal right. The moon holds desperate for the fortune of the unfortunate son. Unsettled disputes, take a toll on broken bodies. Broken wills dance in the limelight ignoring the forgotten pain, a laugh of retribution becomes one with inexplicit content. While saying “I love you” becomes that of explicit context, searching for the meaning between the lines. The lost letter of love shapes like the clouds in the sky only resembling something it never can be.
RICHARD ITSKOVICH
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 2:05 PM UTC
Know that I hate you all
With not even one to spare
I'm sick of your masks
Your dreams, your dares.
I'm tired of you whining
To me all the time
Go find yourself a wall
And give me peace to rhyme.
Take with you
Your pitiful minds
Please, leave me alone
I'm trying to be kind.
This world does no favours
To the undeserving
You might as well flee
While there's still a clearing.
I can't comprehend
Your random bitterness
I don't want to know
About your thoughtlessness.
It takes a lifetime to earn respect
You threw it all away
When you sacrificed it all
For a passing fancy that day.
You're trapped in a dimension
Filled with your own tears
Engulfed by your own misery
Fearing your own fears.
So now you have nothing left
To give or take
Now you have nothing left
To show or fake.
So head on to your grave
And the world will be happier
Head on away from me
I should have said this earlier.
Sam S.
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
If you are alone
you belong entirely to yourself.
If you are accompanied
by even one companion
you belong only half to yourself
or even less in proportion
to the thoughtlessness of his conduct
and if you have more than one companion
you will fall more deeply into the same plight.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
One morning I felt a thought
moving ahead of where I could see
collecting energy from my heart
it became so particular about me
that it fought its way over the sticks and stones
which fell into broken pieces wherever it went
I wondered what it held with single mindedness
so purposefully to make it struggle to the front
I followed where it led
it would not wait for me
it knew more than my mind could
it knew about where I wanted to go
but when I called it gave no answer
I couldn't stop it
I couldn't hold it back while I dithered
on and on it went
on a path I could only wonder
as though it had destiny all worked out
a sweet song called from deep in the forest
so joyful a bird it broke my heart in two
and part of me ran to find its nest
but it needed no path as I should have known
and after a rest
off it flew
I retraced my steps back to the forked place
at that moment the thought was gone
though I found a piece of black lace
caught on a thorn
it dissolved in my hand when I held it up to the light
leaving powdery graphite on my finger tips
which had the forgotten taste of sea spray at night
when the tip of my tongue touched it
I heard the whisper of kisses from long ago
and then I looked down in silence
alone and lost - too late I knew
abandoned to my thoughtlessness
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
My forever is tossed in dark and bright
Waiting for you and immortality
But who would breathe in heaven
Then plunge into the deep
Should I look beyond
Or empty all my secret pain
Into all I sought to keep
The frozen earth once caught me smiling
At times when I liked it there
In any situation when I should be
Hurt and trembling
If I am cold, I paint on a smile
Put my life into the sun
Start reassembling
Sometimes I sit and stare at thoughtlessness
Then watch my day rewinding
Wonder why my forever is dark and bright
Words of comfort I refuse
I just watch them twirl and float
Surely letting nothing stain
All that is confused
I am now absorbing all the dark and bright
The wind blows into my forever
A raging wildfire breathes in heaven
Will I plunge into the deep
Or will I look beyond
To empty all my secret pain
I can no longer keep
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
When you feel numbing confusion
Shatter the lonely illusion
That your secrets became translucent
Just create feelings that are luminous
Paranoia and fear is useless
Let your mind become adventurous
Discovering instant messages
Left by something substance-less
Here, the truth can be expressed
Just listen to your own heart confess
Echoes in your temporary thoughtlessness
Drift on, don't suppress
I know the ego can be relentless
In repeating the same quest
For the ultimate test
So, breathe deep my little soul
And rest
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
the brain muffles itself in fuzzy
screech-fall-flows. writers block,
zoned into oblivion, thought anti
-depressed and always sleepy with
a whistle with a wary worried walk
beyond the words it read in quiet little
head-room office space. hitherto unknown
was the minds capacity for deserted lethargy--
a battlefield full of intuitive feeling gone and
warbling like a bird with no verbalistic functions--
speaking in musical notes and tonal chirp's-- the
reality of things can only be understood as an over
-extended staring contest and our eyes have been teary
since the birth of the
warmblooded
mouse.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
As it turns out,
there is more to falling
than just the fall.
There is, for example,
the thought.
The, "what the hell" kick of
adrenaline that keeps your
engines running.
The, "make it stop" sort of
desperation that sends you
somewhere beautifully
terrible.
The thoughtlessness of
being pushed that is somehow so utterly
unforgivable but still exhilarating.
There is the actual falling.
S
t
r
a
i
g
h
t
d
o
w
n
or sometimes
s
l
o
p
i
n
g
and even sometimes
f l a t o n t h e g r o u n d.
There is the flight.
w d
i a
n e
g r
s p
S
like a bird's and waiting for
the air to lift you
up so your feet don't touch
the soil.
The darkest part of flight is
landing.
It can be as peaceful as
the baby being
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
from the stork's
beak but it can also be
painful and
sudden and
harsh. But the main thing about hitting the ground is
your fall is over and
who wants happiness to
end?
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
An Explosion Of Bad Choices, Of Reckless Thoughts
Stem From My Own Disregard to My Own Safety
My Inability To Think To The Future, To Understand
That My Decsions Affect Things Completely Unrelated
A Life Left In Ruins, Another Crumbling To Nothing
Breaking Down The Supports Of My Friends Lives
Accidental, Inconsiderate, Thoughtlessness. Stupid.
Ruination Follows In My Wake, Ripping Apart
Everything That Was Built For Me, Burning.
To Think I Break And Burn My Bridges
Is A Folly To Behold, To Think I'd Leave Myself
Defenceless, With Nothing TO Live On, With.
Instead I Loosen Bolts, Nuts And Screws, Every Now
And Then, If A Bridge Is To Be Lost, One Bolt Is All It Takes.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
The Mind is a Rascal, it makes me fear
It robs my Bliss, it robs my Cheer
It makes me think, it is the King
But in fact, it causes my suffering
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
I have a Body, my Body I can see
But where is this Mind and Ego, that says 'me'?
It binds me with the myth, doesn't let me be free
Stops me from being who I am meant to be
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
What is the Mind, it is a bundle of Thoughts
And in these Thoughts, we are all Caught!
Who are we? This Truth, we forgot
Instead, stress, worry, anxiety is brought
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
You have touched your nose, you have pulled your ears
You see with your eyes, it also sheds tears
But have you ever seen your Mind?
It creates so much misery, it makes us grind!
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind is a Monkey, it jumps from Thought to Thought!
From Yesterday to Tomorrow, so Today, we forgot!
The MonkEY is Ever-Yelling, Ever-Yearning because of its tail
The EY of the MonkEY continues to make us fail
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind creates Negative Thoughts, locks us in NEP
From Negative to Positive, we must flip over to PEP
If we don't **** our Mind, it will bombard us with toxic Thoughts
And in misery and sorrow, we will be Caught
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
Thoughts create Feelings, Feelings create Actions
It is the Mind that controls all our Reactions
If we don't control Thought, we will have a sad Destiny
From habits and addictions, we shall not be Free!
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
Our Mind not only spoils our day, when we are Awake
It creates Dreams and Nightmares, that are fake!
Although Dreams are not real, the Mind makes us Fear
We wake up with anxiety and lose all our Cheer
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
**** the Mind, before the Mind kills you!
Beware! This advice is absolutely True
If you don't Still the Mind and **** the Mind
It will **** your Peace, and Bliss you will not Find
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
Although this world is nothing but a drama
It is the Mind that causes all the trauma
We must flip from Thought to Thoughtlessness
From a state of Mind to Consciousness
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind is like the Phoenix that rises from its ashes
Although we **** our Mind, it returns and our Peace it snatches
We must replace our Mind with Intellect
Then we will Discriminate and be Free from what is incorrect
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind is a Monkey, we must beware of its tail
EY that is Ever-Yelling and Yearning, and we fail
The Monkey starts to ride our Life-Horse
It rules over us, it becomes our Boss
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind is not alone, with the Ego it is ME
It creates anger, hate and even jealousy
Together, the Mind and Ego, ME, creates Karma
And we return in a Rebirth in this drama
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The funny thing is that there is no Mind
We seem to be the Body and the Mind we can't find
We must go on a Quest and Achieve the Goal
And Realize that we are the Immortal Soul
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
The Mind is a Rascal, it steals our Peace
It makes us sick and mental medicine, increase
This enemy doesn't leave us from Birth to Death
And then, it returns in Rebirth, as we lose our Breath
The only problem with my Mind
Where is my Mind? I cannot find!
May 29, 2023
May 29, 2023 at 7:11 AM UTC