"unequipped" poems
She leads with licentious behavior
Like my ****** savior
I savor
Her thighs
I delight in her sighs
Her sexed up scent gets me high
Mounds of flesh
Soft *******
Tender tongue
Lashing
Like whips
Till I am throbbing from the hip
Till my gun comes
And I become
Unequipped
Resting with an empty barrel
Dripping slimy smoke
The last vestiges
Of trembling ecstasy
Wiped from her lustful smile
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC
My, oh my
Do I find myself facing a faceless giant
swinging his gigantic arms
bringing about his colossal hands together
creating a thunderous clap
His skin thicker than the crusts of the earth
with a voice that booms from the corners of the skies
My, Oh my
Do I find myself stunned with fear
as it puts its foot down
shaking the ground beneath the soles of my feet
How do I slay a giant such as he?
He strikes me through my heart
melting the inners of my mind
shattering the bones beneath my skin
eating away whats left of me.
How?
I've got no sword left in my hand
my armor has crumbled
turned into dust
my spirit barely alive!
I
am
Weak!
unprepared!
and
unequipped!
A soldier in shame!
A warrior who has lost
all who he is!
My, Oh my
Do I find myself crying in silence
with no tears left to shed
with rage that boils inside
of my chest
thinking that maybe
this is it for me.
My, Oh my
Do these shadows fall
upon me.
Opening up scars that have healed
Sinking me deeper and deeper
down the cracks of the earthly soils
swallowing me
as I try to find myself
beneath the ocean of pain.
My, Oh my
Do I find myself bleeding
hurting, and
screaming in silence
My, Oh my!
this giant gloats about
as he strikes me down
as he strips away every bit of my courage, and strength
Oh, he gloats, and gloats
and gloats
-----
But My, Oh my!
My, Oh my!
Do I still find myself getting back up
every time I'm struck down
beaten up
buried beneath the ground
My, Oh my!
Do I say to you my giant,
"You strike me down a thousand times; I get back up
a thousand and one times!"
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Wave after wave we rode the highs,
Steadying our footing before the next rise,
It all crashes into laughter and the salty foam,
Time flew by as the clouds framed the setting sun,
Lighting our path as the time came to head back home.
I lived in the fleeting moments loving the rush of being alive,
Forgetting about the dark night that lay over the horizon,
As we crossed the threshold back into our abode,
The interlude ended as the last light receded from the windows,
Leaving me in unattended in the murk of my thoughts.
Unequipped for the blackness that glared at me,
I searched for a glimmer of a forgotten dream,
There was once a fire that shone bright my hopes & ambitions,
Not even embers remain that I may stoke a new flame,
Aimlessly I move through the motions of the daily mundane.
Slowly collapsing under the unbearable weight,
Wishing that I could find meaning in life,
Or give up altogether and end it tonight,
"Why am I even here?" Echoes back at me from the dark,
I fear there is nothing else left for me here.
Nov 13, 2022
Nov 13, 2022 at 3:33 PM UTC
I've got a friend
She truly is something
She's such a wonderful girl.
This wonderful girl
Feels dazed and confused
Overwhelmed and unequipped
To handle the trials
That lay ahead.
My wonderful friend
Is more wonderful
Than she'll ever know.
This wonderful girl
Is tough and capable
She can handle herself
In any fight.
However, my wonderful friends
THIS wonderful friend
Has been stripped
Of her pride
By societies jealous thieves.
My wonderful friend doesn't feel quite so wonderful
More So like she's meek, incapable, and unimportant.
Dear friends,
Allow me to set
The record straight.
That beautiful, amazing, strong, intelligent, incredibly wonderful girl is who that wonderful girl truly is.
Inside
&
Out
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
***
Cabin Boy
-------------------------------------
Wondering memories of wild adolescence,
Flash before me like a mental Rolodex
Reverberating daze,
Time cannot take away.
A fifteen–year–old,
Broken neck calypso.
Gazing through the jungle-o window
Unequipped to fathom what was about to happen.
I saw the moon in your eyes,
And knew;
You smile in the way that islands do,
And the zephyrs planned to bring your love back to me, too.
You were everything I imagined.
Sunlight on a dismal day,
The lone palm in the tropic heat,
A boyish grin that made my flowers bloom;
You were the Cabin Boy.
Realizing, all you can be at 23
is yourself.
And I am the wanderer's wandering daughter.
The pretty little minor that come hell or high water,
You broke California law for.
I waited at your f i n g e r
t
i
p
s
Just his little Pisces ********
Who didn't exist till 1996.
An inevitable source of panic that would rise in his eyes
Every time he kissed,
Her Kona lips.
Until deciding he had to leave,
Claiming island fever, on his way out the back door.
Lost as a half-gone waning moon.
With only the ocean’s waves continuous roar
Sun burnt, white foam, salt spray,
Condemned - to an inevitable end
Unable to prevail past the break at your soul's cliff edge.
I grab a raft to float;
In the deep waters of the heart.
Somewhere in between the no -
longer & the still -
to-come
Washed upon my soul’s sand.
Reaching out with new green shoots -
Resurrecting the chthonic biome
From deep within the molten core
Till the blocky incline fell away,
And I found myself;
On the surface of a lake of solidified lava.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
Bursting out of me,
like waves,
crahing against a distant shore,
my voice cascades wildly;
trilling and thrilling,
as it enraptures
and captures
the emotion of the tale yet to come.
Warbling,
and wavering,
the story unfolds-
a love concrete,
a life complete,
while time doth fleet,
and flitter away.
My passionate notes startle
the birds nearby,
silencing thier meager attempts
at music.
I am no virtuoso,
no child prodigy;
but the raw power
of my heart unrestrained
will put feathered tails
to the north
at the sound of my soul unleashed.
I sing;
not a question
or doubt
in my mind-
there is no audience to impress,
no friends to shame me into awkward silence.
I sing,
because I must release the fluttering creation
caged inside my soul;
unaltered,
it must emerge to outshine the stars,
to chase away the shadows that linger
in a waking mind.
I might offend with my noise,
my off notes,
and slaughtered choruses,
my silly screeching
that grates upon the ears;
but I am merely a vessel
containing these words and emotions,
unfortunately unequipped to perform justice
to these thoughts trapped within.
I sing
to empty myself
of these creative burdens,
these ideas that have a life of thier own
straining and pushing
to escape the walls that hold them here inside.
I sing-
because I can.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
My heels had felt
harsh gravity
of the steep downhill...
My toes suffered,
the vicious bite
of the incline.
My soles had tasted
the everlasting bland
offered by the flat of the earth.
I know the distance.
Alas I run unequipped,
with a horse’s breath.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
I long to kiss you. On your lips, on your heart, your soul. The inside being that trembles with light and energy. Open the space like a cavity able to be entered. Upon where a 50 foot drop ensues, to show the actual depth of your being. I have been here before but I never want to leave. I can only forget, that I have ever been here.
I want to kiss you on the inside. Softness and warmness against myself. Like enduring comfort of a welcome omnipresence.
Somehow it slips away, and that is true, as well. The heart of you is so transitory that it does nothing but constantly change and move away to other places. Some dark and some light. I cannot change you to desire one special, particular or sacred place.
It is that you turn your back, your sweet closed skin and become unaware of my presence, like you have forgotten me. And so I need to dive up, back up to the surface, to simply take a surviving breath. Your liquid oxygen is unequipped with sustenance beyond your attention. The persistence of my love is drowned out by your absence of mind.
© 2008
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
candlelight flickers
as shadows grow
we are but two
misfit, fit souls
unequipped both of us are
for grandiose dreams,
and me a beggar man seen,
in need of a morphine fix
eternally, especially since
you prepare to leave
but
I love you, Marjorie.
always will.....eternally
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
I wasn’t born with a door
I had to build one for myself
To keep out people like you
Who place me on a dusty shelf
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
Soldiers trying to escape the fire of my passion
unequipped,they are all gone.
King lost with a face of horror,
I have almost retreated.
It is foresworn
that the enemy will seat on the throne.
As he is about to abandon his crown by force,
he listens to the sweet melodic sound of might.
His soldiers may be walking towards Hades
but he decides to stand tall
and he starts a new killing spree.
When I think my heart,my castle shall go on
my precious beam of hope falls to the ground.
My marvellous king lies still next to my beaten dreams.
Oh foolish king,
had you allowed me to fight too,
a worn out castle would not not be now burning
in the hands of your rage.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
Backed up into a brick wall without a way to escape,
With pictures that need to be hung, but I neither’m unequipped without nails nor scotch tape.
Ecstasy being is the main blame of date ****
And yet and still I am what I cannot face.
Swinging at the air searching for a fight to prove nothing,
I have disowned the fact that I am truly worth something.
Sitting in the dark with candles lit,
Only because this is less money spent.
But who cares as I try to comprehend and analyze, is this it?
Working for money and dying for responsibilities when I don’t even pay rent.
Crying over a broken heart when I loved no one,
As I sit and analyze how my life of misery begun.
Walking on the pavement without shoes,
Longing and aching to define the word blues.
A life of feeling confused,
Trying to understand why is it mandatory for one to become two.
Because I cannot face reasons of vagueness!
So as I walk the path of my journey discovering the true me,
As I open my once blind eyes so that I can finally see.
As I embrace reality,
And fall in love with the new me.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
This zipper
Stays
Unzipped
It's stuck
I'm unequipped
For what
You
Are
Bound
To know
How low
Can
A person
Go?
I know
Because
That is
Where
I've been
Laying
Lying
How long
Has it
Been?
Months
Weeks
No one
Gets
In
Not because
I can't
But only
Because
I can
A man
A place
A time
A plan
It's not
Even worth
It
Anymore
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
tell me im crazy
im mildly insane
practically told you
i love you on same day
probably explain why I aint get no texts
betchu thinking we wouldnt have been a very good set
too emotionally unequipped
talk too much out my ***
shared too many thoughts i ever had
about you and even if they were true
now im stuck looking like booboo the fool
tell me im crazy
**** im insane
I accidentally brought you into my brain
you got scared and ran away
maybe not scared but ***** kind of weird
sorry I pulled you into that mirror
I wish I could change the reaction you had
change my actions
so that my impression could last
but I ****** it all up
cause im crazy and insane
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
She wanted to have a lover
That society wouldn't allow
She wanted to be married
But maybe not just now.
She wanted to have a baby
But she didn’t know how.
She wanted to be a wife
But she felt she was a cow.
Star crossed lover
All in one twisted person.
Stuck being a mother
Unequipped to be a good one.
Primitive cave dweller
Abandoned in modern time.
What she felt life did to her
Was an unfair personal crime.
Each time one would see her
Steam was building up inside;
A Vesuvius about to blow
Fire never banked, never died.
Walk on eggshells, careful words
Often not know what went wrong;
Something so carelessly said
As the disastrous day went along.
Maybe the child just said no
Or failed at some assigned chore.
Maybe the kid broke something
Or perhaps just slammed a door.
Then the punishment starts in
With screaming and foul names
Leaving welts and bruises in
Her standard sadistic game.
It would be so much better
If this was all an exaggeration.
But no, this is the ugly truth
So please take a suggestion.
Before we force another
Generation just like the rest,
Let’s make intended parents
Take a psychological test.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS, my ****
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
The winter wisps have gripped my neck
Taking every breath has left me unequipped for death
I watch my world spin and loose all control
What can be salvaged from inside my soul?
Foggy, grey, discombobulated in every way.
I sit on the park bench and wonder...
why does the wind spin in nature as it does in my head
I beg for freedom from my thoughts
I beg for independence
I beg for positive energy to reach me entirely
Try again tomorrow
Try again the next
Run until you have nothing left
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
A chameleon's ability to camouflage itself is a fear response. Something in its environment is detected as a threat, and instead of confronting it, it retreats and changes its colours. I am this way, too. I have been this way my entire life. The fear of not knowing who I am, of feeling as though I do not belong anywhere at all, has led me to change the very core of my being- again and again. I cannot stop this pattern. A pattern that is driven by boredom, the Devil's favourite play thing. If, like me, you're unequipped to deal with boredom (and it doesn't matter how many knives you have), you'll notice how quickly it's presence will mutate itself until it turns into a chronic emptiness. I spend most days trying to fill myself with anything at all, only to reach in a few hours later, grab whatever it was I deemed oh-so-interesting at the time, and hurl it right back to where it came from. My hands have grown tired and rough in the process.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
I am at a loss for words when she tells me that she’s not pretty. I try to tell her how wrong she is but I’ve already been labeled a liar and I can already hear the words passing through my lips and fading into the air like a plea of “not guilty”. I realize I’m not equipped for this. I’ve never known how to reassure people. I have such strong, misguided opinions on things, and all these high, impossible expectations for myself. Am I vain because I look in the mirror and search for a piece of myself to hold onto that feels real and right and pretty? I guess I judge other people, too. But I’ve never looked at her and wondered what parts were real. I’ve never wondered what she would look like if her nose was different, if her arms were different, if her lips were different, if her voice was different. It took me a while to realize that when I sit near her, I feel a person next to me. It was such a strange and new feeling. She turns her head towards me as she leaves a room and I understand why people start wars for women. But she’s already labeled me a liar and the moment has passed, and I can’t very well say all of this out loud. I don’t know what she thinks about me, but she rolls her eyes when I try to say what I feel and darts a doubting glare towards my confessions of insecurity all because I know how to hold a conversation with people on the street and I barely fill out a size 10. How funny, the one person who feels more to me like an actual person than anyone else doesn’t make me feel like one.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
i was born with broken bones
and sunken dna with a built-in carrying capacity much too small
for all the struggles
and the questions
of the world.
i am fragile i am limited
i scream every time a skin cell dies and i
was born
with soup for brains and runt nails that grow much too short
for all the questions
and the struggles
of the world.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
crying tears and fallen laughter,
what to expect from then, there after!?
To those who are here to destroy ,
***** you we are not all the paranoid!
Faded dreams into realistic nightmares
awoke and turned on the news crap!!
I wasn't asleep all this is really F'ing happening!
It was slowly creeping in that sudden panic!!
oh sht it's set in. So this is true my nightmare begins.
The scoundrel of a **** will take it, ring it out
this world we live in for his power now
!!How could this be ?is this for freakin' real?
All those thoughts flooding in so swift like!
*** they voted this man in this narcissist who's only
in it to win it and tell all a big F you Your fired with I'm Right
your Wr0nghh!" eh eh eh hand shooshing you.)
Quickly he begins to deny rant and rave about all the bad things that people do say
not letting it go; Putting forth a man trump who cannot experience empathy nor compassion and this is who some elected?!
Are we just gonna wait til many HuuuuGe Mis_Takes
take one camera, take two, I mean this millionaire out of touch
lying ****** is cutting a loss
because even his fellow
Repubs call him out
on his constant Shht,
So lets have us a chat about the reality is that
this man is unequipped brings zero tools of know- how or of
how to cope with the Huge stresses being president does take!
Cannot vacation all the time and shout out orders for all to follow or call a retake!
so why can't we all agree to do a mega re-vote!!
Even though for trump be hard to swallow, We need to do
what is right for our children's future and their future babies So this is most
Enormous to discuss..... Being done with Trump is a Must!!.
Fallen men, children too what else will we need to have to get irate more mob type interactions? can we really all just sit around and wait? We need a Voice and we need to be loud in a gentle direct and intelligent way.
but for real seriously this mans got us running into fire and fire
time and time again so now it is time for someone else to be fired my friends!
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
If I saw my grandma today I’d hug her and tell her I understand
I understand why words of affection fell from your lips like young birds unequipped to fly
Why I the love yous were more gestures than genuine
Of courses it was there, it had to be.
that need to remind that you choose life was your receipt for its price
Cause it cost you your youth and taxed your marriage
You meant well, but when you’re a straight shooter there’s bound to be miscues
How can you expect a kid to sail across troubled waters when their sails are clipped by sharp deterring words
Your eyes distant with lack of recognition but you expect connection
A gaze filled with disgust cause you look in the mirror and you don’t like what you see.
A reflection of you that can’t be recognized
Grandma who hurt you?
I know who hurt my mom, but who hurt you?
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
My memories of you don’t seem to age
I can still remember your full name
I can’t seem to forget
And it’s the one thing I regret
Thoughts flash like lightning
And leave just as quick
I drown in them
Sink all the way to the bottom
Like a damage battleship
Unequipped with life rafts
This wasn’t a war I expected to lose
But you out witted and tricked me
**** these human emotions
I quit
I can either live being taunted my these vision of you
Or set ablaze this dynamite stick
And blow myself into oblivion
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
I see threads
Leftover tokens
From where she wept
And you keep giving side-eyed energy
As if you weren't the one to leave
And I remember each sad line
Read from her diary
Every time
Reaching out
Desperate to breathe
I've known more than
A thousand sunrises,
Ruined by sunsets
And a hundred melodies
Ruined by your need to leave
When we met
Bards and satire were unequipped
You breathe deep
Life into all of your stories...
I keep trying to find my worth
And I haven't found its place just yet
Somewhere destined for your memory
And someday when youre asleep
Long after you've forgotten me
I will remain, alive
Within your damp sheets
And you can be brought
To screaming through the night
But the ride of your life
Will die with me
Your favored enemy.
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 9:40 PM UTC