"unassisted" poems
“Throw everything away, forget about it all! You are learning too much, remembering too much, trying too hard… Relax a little bit, give life a chance to flow its own way, unassisted by your mind and effort. Stop directing the river’s flow.”
— Mooji
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
Tell me how love killed grandpa
when nothing else could.
How he was blasted into the after-life
by a grenade while trying to save another.
How they were sure he'd died,
and even issued his death certificate.
How they sent a folded flag and stoic soldier
to tell my great-grandma her son had died nobly.
Tell me how the morgue attendant
saw him cough and twitch.
How the shrapnel ripped him to shreds,
severing the blood supply to his brain.
How doctors told him he'd never walk,
or talk, or even sit up again.
How they gave him a Purple Heart
to make up for his broken body.
How he was too willful to be beaten by WWII, Korea,
or a doctor's grim diagnosis.
Tell me how I'm the daughter
of a dead man's son.
How grandpa refused to be crippled
by the forgotten war.
How he taught himself to sit up and walk,
at first with crutches and then unassisted.
How he learned to tie his shoes using only one hand,
and talk through damaged vocal cords.
How he conceived you 6 years later,
and the newspapers called him a 'True American Hero.'
Tell me how he finally died
of a broken heart.
How young and full of life grandma was
when Alzheimer's disease took her.
How quickly she forgot everything,
even how to swallow and breathe.
How you were orphaned so early in life,
no older than I am now.
How grandpa's big courageous heart could lose anything
but her.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 9:04 PM UTC
I have no control,
I'm just a reflection of emotions deep below,
Feed me some antipsychotics,
Free me from my mind,
Bionic-
I got the sickest of Minds,
Come equipped with the quickest depictions that sicken your eyes,
Unassisted, don't be resistin' the fight,
Trip sixes leave you ******* to die,
Rap circles around you like a serpent constrictin your life,
Drag you through the mud and the muck before I kiss you goodbye like the crucifixion of Christ,
You don't know what's livin inside or what I put into these lines,
You might wanna diss me but it's almost forbidden to try,
**** on you ******* while I'm kissin the sky,
Diss all your writtens while you listen to mine,
A misfit, I'm twisted with an addiction to rhyme,
Watch you stiffen at the sight of me hissin at night,
Silence these voices I tried but my prescription ain't right,
My lungs are collapsin like somethins kickin my sides,
I'm not twitchin, I'm flinchin,
Pay attention, there's a difference,
Somethin wants to get in and take away my decisions,
Sometimes I wonder how the **** I got in this position,
I keep talkin to God even though he don't listen,
He's prob'ly ****** off from all the sins I've committed,
Unspeakable actions let the demons in, scratchin,
I keep pleadin and askin but believe I'm the baddest,
Can't seem to keep it, reactin, but receivin the static,
Creepin in the dreams of an addict that needs to be handed,
It's reachin in me and its makin me panic, I'm takin it back and,
Retracin my tracks and erasin the past and,
Replace you with ashes and take the flame back I'm,
Burnin alive while rehearsing these lines,
You can feel it churnin inside, the turnin through time,
You're cursin my life,
Feel like bursting inside-
Feed me some antipsychotics,
Free me from my mind,
Bionic,
Walkin a fine line,
But I called it,
"Its night time,"
Don't worry, I'm on it-
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
An enemy to myself
a ******* up book fallen off the shelf
God please help me, save me through hell
my plea, I plead, I need all help
seek shelter from shell
this vessels a flooding jail cell
my fate unassisted destruction foretell
this world's a system, I'm lowly rappel
repelled from the flame up top as well
not dismissive of mission to pass through natural
or worldly but the worry has me shaken but desensitized stiff
mistaken, surly i can't, won't adrift
off course, of course not
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
Half-asleep on my lap, embraced against me
The dim light of a soft box paints your face
Formulating the perfect pose
Preserving the unspeakable beauty in my arms
Silence.
Except for the constant clicking of the camera
A few flashes and wham your eyes open, a shred too wide, too curious
And you smile your best
I wrap myself around you
Three clicks happen real quick
My smile mirrored in yours
Pictures of us together
Glimpses of real love caught in the moment
Mine. Yours.
Pure and true
Perfectly happy
Then you go waka waka on the giant bean bag
Sprawling around, contouring its shape, expelling your body in all directions
I holler your name from the top of my lungs
You respond with a scream displaying two pearly whites and a hint of bare gums
As the breeze cools your skin, you splash into the inflatable pool
Rubber fishies swim along, you dunk them one by one
Soapy bubbles blown in the air circle around you, gleaming in the sunshine, revealing your face and burst with a pop
Still unable to sit unassisted, bam you fall into the water
My heart escapes my chest
There is water dripping all over you
I comfort you and brush hair away from your eyes
But I wasn't quite finished yet
You curl up in the fuzzy charms of a teddy
A new found hero in the making
My darling then arrives as a prince entering his humble kingdom
I fall in love with you all over again at the first glimpse
Bitter, reserved, aggressive, brisk, fresh, strong, assorted moments
I said one last photo
The softness of your young skin glowed in a playland of toys
I sit, stare and sigh at how delightful you look
Capturing candid photos of your innocence at play
The evening was getting tired, you drifted back to sleep
It wasn't easy as one would think
I saw you coming from the start
I rewind the times in my heart
A whole world of just you and I
I want it to be more than just a memory
A reminder of the road taken
Here I am, taking in every bit of you and smiling because I know you are all mine
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
When misery dominates cognitions,
Morals travel to a foreign land,
Leaving logic to solve problems unassisted.
Guidance is challenging as thoughts think ruthlessly,
Trying hard to find the right perception,
But life always hits into hardships.
We want a solution back to meaning,
Where simplification from life seems to make sense,
A place that can be happier through our own ethics.
The return to principles starts with remembrance of purpose,
Recognizing the fight we have been struggling over,
As realizing goals will help discover people’s beliefs.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC
See the beauty of the flowers
Those left to the wild, to the whims of the world
Unassisted by earthly hands
How relentlessly beautiful they grow.
Hear the birds, singing proudly
Free and flying high
And remember that despite their struggles
They are taken care of, as you will be.
Are you not, at least,
As beautiful as a flower
Do you not
Have words as important as the birds
If not more so?
For you are one of Abraham's stars in the sky
You will be comforted.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
On the couch I sit,
a man enters and settles next to me.
I’ve seen him before shooting up with my mother.
Mother in a deep sleep while he, wide awake.
A kind sir to me,
my mouth unopened, unable to speak.
His leg caresses mine
I'm 8 years old.
He directs me to his lap,
I reluctantly follow.
Buried doubt, my clutched hand on his upright.
He liberates my hand, leaving it unassisted.
Overheating in turmoil,
what is happening?
He races, while I continue in slow-mo.
Fixated by the aged wooden floor,
the only place I look.
He’s done this to me before.
Time is misplaced as I black out.
Disconnected, in this unstained location.
Pitch black, I stand detached in blankness.
I open my eyes, alone on the couch
Confused.
What day is it?
What happened?
A bad dream?
I go to my bed, where I fall to pieces. My blankets rise covering up my shivering corpse.
Frightened to shut my eyes and see darkness once more.
© Jl 2015
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
The bottom of my lungs fill with air
curved curling
My toes fill with oxygen
seems like this is the first time
I have breathed for a day
aware.
In grace
I come into being
Like turning corners in slow motion
at the edge of a canyon
conducting love affairs with myself ,
with the woman I see there
atop the rocks
as I move
unassisted
In breath
Towards her
Medicine Woman
Pinprick Precision
Sensual Earth Goddess
Commanding her power
Laughing at the fool she is
Laughing at the fool we all are
Beating with her bare feet the sound of Joy
Perpetual Spring in her mind
Summer turning at her body,
Winter sashays round her hips,
Autumn in her eyes
No flight of fancy
A grounded cunning
A carefully cultivated madness , powering dreams and vision
Love is her curls.
I'm just a waking
In breath .
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
This is a story begun
Never ended
Everytime I try
Just shush, just listen
It's all fuzzy, glitching
I can not seem to find my motivation in anything
Unless prompted by a grade
I can pass your course, yet I'll fail my life
I'd dream myself to be something other than a student
If your class didnt take all my time
If I did not spend my nights trying to find a reason why ...
Knowledge makes me want to die
Consume my mind
A few more credits to accredit my worth
Unassisted, a lack of support tore my nature to explore
and gave me the power to put on a wry smile and lie
Mutter, "I'm fine"
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
If I really want a selfdriving domicile vehicle,
like old Flattop in **** Tracy, I better be lieving
structs to compare, by my lieve, I am my own liege,
As intentional assistance, ripples through our hope
storm, as my grandchild, returns from school,
after having an absolutely great day, in 6th grade,
can you do that, unassisted, remember such a day,
ever?
Of course, when in the course of human events,
memberships worth in an arrangement, in facting
meta data for worth to value cross referencing
next, most assuredly, if you happen,
you might say I happened to think you would
find this whole thing good mind tightening,
we think at once something never heard of,
link think through thoughts fit in redeemed
seconds used to recall being 11 years old, and happy.
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
My body slowly trembles
As sweat begins to fall
I thought myself a giant
At merely two feet tall
I thought it almost certain
an oak tree I would be
Instead I lay here broken
A useless sprouting seed
An anchor never lifted
A sail never drawn
I stood still unassisted
By the earth's feeble yawn
Like a crown without its person
A lock without a key
I dreamt my humble visions
Of all the things id of seen
A constant disappointment
I stumble endlessly
Without the slightest sign of movement
An empty broken seed
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
An analytical perspective reducing problems as time slips away
Losing perspective just in time, to live a little more
Perceived beauty in each narrowed gaze
As the wind goads leaves to play
Finite universe of unnerving depth, nearly too broad to gauge
Twisting perception ever further, as the ignorant fall short
Time progresses in lapsing chunks, infinitesimally placed
As a sparse patch of rosemary confounds the green sage
Taught by some to limited ends, as perspective sets to stone
Never perceiving underlying motives of a lone ant
Like a profound understanding, ever fundamentally flawed
Wrought by expansive perspectives of greater minds than mine
Inevitability is but a state of mind, owed to limited thought
Shining lights into the night to reignite the day
Dedicated to a flailing cause, won over misconceptions,
Add a measure of salt to the sea to stop its bubbling froth
Watching waves steal away land at any time of day
As tides fall in and out of favor with the sun
Counted grains of sand drift along the shore
In an attempt to confirm your complex sum
Creative chains of idea bound to anchor stones
Yet still set to float upon the sea of knowledge, unassisted
Actively promoted by ignorant fools confirmationally won
Ever alive to reason away another day tomorrow
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
My Unassisted heart
Cannot able to vanish the scars
Which is settled in your depth of the mind.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
woke up to gray and white
streaky Van Gogh clouds
with patches of cerulean eyes
peeking through
the house is cold
and I am old
but it feels like spring
calendar says we’re past equinox
sunshine seems to be getting longer
flowers bloom
forecasters say Raiden’s not done
but it feels like spring
dreamt last night
that I was outside running
and easily leapt over an obstacle
drove my car
city sights and sounds whelmed me
in pleasant memories of living life
flashing by like a fast motion freeway
it felt like spring
been shuttered with infirmities
and limitations
but strength training and tai chi
have become habit
unassisted walking toddles forward
but feels and looks good
I’m getting there
it feels like spring
Del Maximo
(c)03/27/2023
Mar 27, 2023
Mar 27, 2023 at 11:56 AM UTC
Light breath and blood
Flood in like smoke
Choking on the haze
Raised in hope
Roped in with help
Scalpel separates us
Us is broken
Awoken from the night
Lighting up the sky
My heart persisted
Red from blue I bleed
Breathe unassisted
I survived
I'm alive
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC