"unlistening" poems
forgot i was able
forgoe the sugar cane
horse towed them over the edge
coarse hair
coerced into the trap
willing and able
are you able?
are you billing me?
is this thrilling?
have we been feeling
the same?
come over here
something else over there
i'm forgetful
i'm a disgrace to the top
upper crust societors
upper cut so much science
tons of honor
tons more scholarly journals
hurtled over the canyon wall
carried by the wind to those unlistening
wishing they could hear you
sifting thorugh the river for rocks
to deliver you
giver of too many
stories we already know
tore off all of our clothes
promised tonight would be
different than so many
others i laughed at
others i couldn't have
summer is ours to be
somewhat more into fear
someone to hold you dear
come one come all to hear
believer of something more
deliverer of sudden storms
of folk tail magic token
now open your eyes to your own faults
now look to the sky and know the hawks
are staring down with hungry eyes
they're bearing down they see you in the crowd
falling allover selfish rags
hagship tailors
flag waving tagless sleeve cutters
closing shutters in your mechanism
exposed to low level flash bulbs
just enough to imprint the entire night into something more
we would never remember if not for your loose grip
where you fell to the floor
and
saved another for
the last night you swore you wouldn't take a sip
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
hello.
i've missed you.
been off in a non
reflective stretch
of my unimagination,
unlistening to the
justness of your so.
i know. i'll tilt an ear
to ground and
scribe you down
and share you
as you go.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
The sounds of sadness
The cacophony of a disorganized mind.
The pulsing heartbeat of the anxious
These are the echoes of the mind
The tears of depression
Bouncing against hard unforgiving concrete
The silently searing scars on the subconscious
A pain that cannot be beat.
These sounds echo all around us
Yet it seems we turn an unlistening ear
Just because you cannot see the scars
Doesn't mean somebody isn't fighting a battle my dear
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
I feel like a stranger
In my home,
In my body;
Invisible and wearing
A sheet over my head.
Unheard by all
Worldly ears,
I’m sure the universe
Turns a blind eye
To my prayers.
I like to relate
Myself to bamboo;
Hollow but strong-
Willed. Lanky and
Filled with watery wisdom.
But quiet,
Oh so quiet.
A deadly weapon
And a shield
Against unlistening ears.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sometimes I think running away
Sounds like a dream come true
Minds thickly clouded with memories feel unworthy
Asking silly things
Falling on unlistening ears
just ready
To spill it back
out through other holes
in other spaces
in unwanted ways
No it's better mute
It's safe that way
Nobody hurt
Nobody blamed
Nobody hears the screaming...
But if they did anyway I would only want to run again
As if anyone could change
The elephant in the room
No,
Ignorance
makes it my elephant
And I guess
That's comfort enough
So I'll keep it to myself
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
You were different from
others, away from home and hypocrisy,
unlistening to the fiat
of karma.
There should not be
any put-on face. Hibiscus will tell the truth.
Sanguine. I will again
invoke the bride of moon.
Time to go for a simile.
Eros tips. I educate
the limbs, not to go
for the anima. The bearded face.
You had ruffled the tranquil
poem. I cannot gather
the tender moments.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Yelling won't help me
Unless you think I'm right,
I'll be yelling into unlistening space,
And you won't hear a word.
You’ll never know how much those words hurt
Because every time I say they do,
You push them back in my face,
Saying my independence will hurt you.
You steal my self-sufficiency,
And tell me I need your help.
I need you to meddle in a situation,
A situation I just fixed from you.
You tell me I don’t need to work so hard.
But hard work is how you get good things.
And I want this.
More than before.
I WANT TO DO MY OWN WORK
I want to make my own decisions,
And not feel bad for making them.
I want my independence back.
And I will do what it takes.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC