"unobservant" poems
you don't see life as a game of skill
playing hopscotch on the
white and black checkers
reaching out to infinity with their
comforting symmetry
and severe geometry
you say you're unobservant
but how can you look down
at your calloused mud-caked feet
and not see the
chessboard that is pressing
just as stiffly against your feet
as you reach down
and root yourself into it
burying your head in
the world of fantasy games
without winner or loser
i envy your blissful ignorance
your hope
however misplaced
do you simply refuse to see
how every pensive move
rook to E7
knight to C5
seems to me not an attack
on the mockingly vulnerable king
but an action of
vicious hostility towards
the most powerful piece on the board
so the queen enacts
her equal and opposite
reaction
to slash the entire cosmos to ribbons
an infinite fury of blind terror
that seeks blood
and scavenges the last flesh
clinging to bone.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
No longer do I ever even
Notice the stars
Nor the scars on my wrist
Life:unobservant
Hell bent
A hedonistic pyramid
Monster:giving in
But with a strong will now
I will not
Let myself down
Again
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
I see you everyday,
I hear you everyday,
I watch you everyday,
But it will never be enough.
I am with you everyday,
I work with you everyday,
I live with you everyday,
But is still isn’t enough.
I see your eyes,
your face,
your hands,
your hair.
Your clothes,
your walk,
your skin,
I desperately want more, but it is never enough.
During the day, you are with me.
Working
At night, you are without me.
Playing.
I hate it.
I want you to myself,
yet I don’t know how.
You call me emotionless
I call you an unobservant
You call me ridiculous
I call you rude
But then you unironically said I’m brilliant.
You said I’m fantastic.
That I’m amazing.
I’m a genius.
You are the first.
You are different.
You were different from the start.
I began to see it when we met and you didn’t hate me.
You are the first.
You are different.
I wanted a friend.
I took you unwillingly on an adventure,
And you loved it.
It healed you.
I knew it would.
I was jealous.
I took you away from your ‘friends’,
and you hated it.
It helped you.
I knew it would.
I wanted help.
I took you away from your job,
And you loved it.
It was your favorite time of the day.
I didn’t know that.
You wrote about us,
I wrote about ash.
You wrote about our work,
I wrote about perfume.
I told you what you wrote was silly.
I loved your writing.
I loved our flat.
I loved our job.
Now it has changed.
Now,
I
Love
You
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
How exactly does one find themselves in said situation
you didn't say anything about the situation yet
in description,
indisputably
incredible
incredible?
Not in any sense of tradition
Not in any sense that could bring sparkle and innocence to the surface of a child's eyes
Not in any sense immediately apparent to the unobservant man
*cut to it ********
Clouds run think in the room
and with ink head to toe
and horns
and swazzies
and clantag black across the chest
and yellowed smokers teeth
golden oils burst hot in desperate lungs.
Relief.
Relief is what they name her
as her remnants drift from grateful mouths
as pale white and soulful as snow in reverse.
What's going on then?
They play a game.
They call it twenty five for missed medicine.
They say if the bell breathes smoke
on calls break the weak,
They hackle happily in a giggling choke.
But I could never participate in these things.
Is it a lack of courage, an overabundance of cowardice?
Its a lack of many things:
lacking history
or will
or wisdom
or faith
or a gut cold and steely enough to handle regurgitation
of my own lungs.
Not many do handle.
As is seen,
when a queen splatters palaces
with spigukums
liquid lowered expectations
only now could they take her seriously.
Do you?
I knew that fate from the start
and that's why I depart
to a cold blue board box
Roll, lick, pack, and light
delight
then again;
Who's to say I didn't enjoy it just as much as they did?
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
you will learn to shift your weight around
You will learn to lean against things
To always clutch handrails
You will learn to rate things from one to ten ten being the worst you’ve ever felt
You will learn loss
You will lose functionality
You will lose what you used to love doing
You will learn not to partake in barbecue games, bowling nights
You will learn to politely decline invitations
You will lose friends
Hobbies
Muscle memory
You will learn to accept it
You will learn that it is unacceptable
You will lose sympathy for others
You will lose track of things
You will learn that there is always something more to lose
You will learn to hold just a few things sacred
to cling only to that which you cannot lose
You will learn that those things too can be lost
You will learn to hate god
You will learn how unobservant most people are
You will learn not to disclose
You will learn what not to say to avoid their suggestions and advice
You will learn to be alone
You will learn the difference between NSAIDs and acetaminophen
between hydro and oxy
the difference between SSI and SSDI
between deductibles and out of pocket maximums
You will learn to cry in hospital parking garages
You will learn the limits of modern medicine for the working and middle classes
You will learn to lower your expectations
You will learn the definition of the word palliative
You will learn to live with it
You will learn to smile for pictures
You will learn to claim a seat early
You will learn to summarize
You will learn good days and bad days
You will learn sorry I know this is last minute but I have to cancel
You will learn to love deeply
You will learn to apologize profusely
You will learn how successful other people will become
You will learn what it means to be a body
You will learn so much
You will learn so so much
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 5:04 AM UTC
I looked,
I looked long and hard
and shouted-
"you're ugly,
you're atrocious
you're revolting
boring
and plain
aloof
unobservant
and so, so pathetic.
You're nothing but a useless,
worthless piece of trash
My God, could you be any more sad?
Stop those tears,
Nobody cares.
It's true what they say,
you'll never be loved,
you can't even make a decision by yourself!
So many symptoms, so many ails,
stop blaming them all on your daddy issues.
So you say you wanna die?
Then do it,
what's stopping you?
praying that someone will miss you?
Well grow up, because they won't,
grow up, grow up!
older with each day
but still just a child inside,
cocooned in your ailments on a tear-stained pillow.
Stop crying,
you ***** little mutt,
why do you keep waiting for others to sew you up and fix you?
Is it because your bones are so weak
you can hardly rise in the morning?
Is all of this true?
You know it is,
My God, you are such a sad little creature."
I've said all I've needed to say,
So I step back from the mirror.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Can’t sleep at night,
what’s worse I’m not that alert during the day,
not sure which cam first attentiveness or the sedatives,
not sure which is the chicken and which is the egg,
which came first,
the Chicken or the Egg,
which came first,
the bliss or this pain,
whatever never mind,
who cares anyways,
because the real question is,
who cares anyways,
who cares anyways?
These days most are too inattentive to pay attention,
too unobservant to deserve my service so they’re only purpose is to be subservient,
too distracted by everything expect the instance that they’re in,
don’t even have the strength to concentrate for the length of an entire sentence,
can’t focus on this moment,
when in fact that’s all we ever have,
so really if we don’t hold the moment we hold nothing,
guess is why I only wrote this poem to remind us of that,
as I lay here in this bed,
with so many thought crowding my head,
that I have no room inside my head for Z’s,
can’t sleep I’m wide awake again,
can’t sleep at night,
what’s worse I’m not that alert during the day,
not sure which cam first attentiveness or the sedatives,
not sure which is the chicken and which is the egg…
∆ LaLux ∆
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
You're hurting; That much I can tell.
What do you think I am?
Stupid? Unobservant?
A forgetful (af) Calixte that can't remember French Scripts?
So why do you still smile like it's nothing?
Like it's not your problem, it doesn't affect you at all?
You're an idiot, you, for putting up with all this.
Stop. If it's bothering you, say something about it.
Explode, for all I care.
Emotions shouldn't be locked away.
Look, I know I've stepped out of line.
I know it's not my place to do this.
But you don't need to be strong all the time.
You have multiple shoulders to lean on, you know?
Yeah? So make use of them, *********
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
I have been unobservant as of late
Many opportunities have flown by
I feel like I currently have a full plate
I sometimes wonder why I even try
I feel like breaking down in a mess
I wish I had come through at times
Now that it's too late I must confess
I want to cry as if I bathed in limes
I wanted to see you here once more
I feel like this could've been the last
Another opportunity now out the door
I'm not imagining a blast from the past
This is only one that had come and gone
Out of the many that I can't even count
More will happen before the break of dawn
If I had to count this impossible amount
I would need every hand in this town
I have missed opportunities everyday
With missing all these, I feel like a clown
I must take control is every possible way
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
I've lived in fear
Of the monster for
So long that I
Didn't even notice
The monster scares
My knight as well
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
EVEN NOW, NOW, VERY NOW...
Here, your laughter
fastened to the air
with a little twist
of memory.
Time, spell stopped
as it were.
Your laughter
pinned to this
particular place
this
little scrap of sky
and field
that to an unobservant eye
would mean nothing
...nothing at all.
But see, your laughter
unfurls its flag of self
snapping in the stiff wind
of what's lost is lost.
This simple second
alive for ever.
I pick it as
I would a flower
untouched by either
time or
death.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Through those elected
deceptive meets collective
tearing down monuments erected
to deny dominance projected
but the counterculture
hounds and vultures
shroud the souls hurt
with shouts of sulfur.
The goblin fray
waddling parade
ballista barricade
sends us on the path of the dodo
dipping cheese in the snow cone
as we freeze for our photo
of an apocalypse in slow-mo.
We break by blade
so we brake by day
they break like they're paid
to brake in the way
which adds thirty minutes to my drive
because two cars collide
on the median's other side.
Battling babble
rattling rattles
adding addles
to paddling paddles
fighting against the current
of the unobservant
dumb obscurants.
They only want to confabulate
to **********
the master state
and master race
obfuscating the rhetoric
using anger to redden it
once you get ahead of it
they ask you to take a sedative.
I'd like to live in a grassy township
instead of this trash heap brown ****
but I'm massively bounded
to the ones who found it
from the other side of the bath
they brought their wrath
to set our path.
The blasted puppeteers
laughed for ******* years
now collapse in sudden tears
projecting their own worst fears
on their imperiled peers
who are scared to steer
near the flying spears.
They want to annex the city
of the loving and living
for their own selfish bidding
using obstruction for corruption
like injunctions against inductions
for interruption dysfunction
at our most pivotal junction.
Assaulting offense
halting progress
absolving nonsense
as purely God sent
is fought with reason and logic
so we bring them their audit
but they use thick ink to blot it.
We found the virus
but we can't cure it
until we've silenced
the obscurants.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
I can’t think of a thing not to say
the harsh sounds
rip out my throat. ( hoarse gallop)
hazel irises with rusty Saturn rings
surround the pupils
to the unobservant
an eye. ( chameleon guise)
Hearing is silence
in listening
watching the body move. ( sub~language)
Eating words
that fly like missiles
into heart meat. (die, die, my darling)
Softly step
in and among
the lives of all of us. ( fingers and thumbs)
Do not speak afterwards
of the technicalities
in sky high memories. (the horror)
The water flows
crisp, clean, clear
from the tap. ( plumb the depths)
Candles are lit
on restaurant tables
for romantic ambiance. ( emergency)
Looking straight ahead
out the windshield
maintaining equilibrium. (sickly sweet)
The weather vane
spins about
when the wind blows. (history)
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC