"unrequired" poems
inspired by a short story from the man from Snake River
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no alarm clocks heard expiring,
unrequired and unrequited,
we,
those, self-employed by the
nocturnal repetitive recounting
of sins of omission and worse,
those commissioned in
anger and haste, that breed only
more anger and lay further waste
from humans to
humans,
awaken with an
irregular precision
and bad disorder,
demanding chances,
expiation, restitution, amendment,
but time erodes
possibilities for the
impossible,
foreign forgiveness
knock-you-down rushing currents
of water erodes Snake River boulders,
them oldsters just like the litany of our
malfeasances, indestructible in nature
geologic,
and in
human nature
illogic,
terms, such as time measurements,
irreverent and irredeemable,
for our sins
live far longer than
our owned memories,
in those harmed, who
cannot in the unlimited timeless quantity of
ever ever,
understand
your wry smile,
your why cries,
audibles you’ve
play called, go
unheard, unseen,
even and odd
Bach Orchestral Suites,
Beethoven Sonatas
more mock than soothe
trapped between industrial carpet
and flat unpainted Armstrong ceiling tiles,
you
in a hell of your own creation, forgot to include,
a Sabbath day extant, of rest for weary creators,
ever ever,
or planned in a world you’ve designed,
so the best you
can do
is write
another and another
confession ever ever
watching and listening to
the alarm clock that neither
requires setting, for
it’s audible ticking is
alarm-ing curse
enough ever ever
that always never
rings
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 8:50 AM UTC
It's broken, scattered in pieces, in shreds.
What was immoveable, now is crumbled.
It morphed from spool into puny threads
And got so futile and so unrequired.
All is gone, both faith, and repentance.
And what is now, no meaning, no goal.
No one needs excuses or blaming.
Neither of those who needed are gone.
All is trampled down, mixed up.
All is stupidly wasted in whole.
And only one mediocre Zero
Is stayed with no shame at all.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
is he homeless or on a mental health hunger strike?
is she homeless or addicted to feeling more than her existence?
is he homeless or a veteran that fought an unrequired war?
is she homeless or a forgotten child from a long line of abusers?
is he homeless or an item thrown away from within a pyramid scheme?
is she homeless or someone kicked out of her home because she
can't decide whose mouth she's going to feed?
is he homeless or looking for God amongst us?
is she homeless or trying to keep herself together?
we only know they're homeless
and that's good enough for most of us.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Just when I thought I had shared everything of me with you, I realized I forgot to show you my favorite poems. And I did, and you read each and every one of them.
What made my heart race the most was the fact that you tried. You tried to understand how I would relate to this poem and you genuinely cared.
Just when you began painting of beautiful blues and yellows, reds and oranges, purples and greens, in a world that used to be just black and white for me,
when my thoughts because a little bit more optimistic, time and situations grabbed us both by our feet and dragged us away from each other.
We held on, and we fought, and we tried, and we cried.
In the end, our hands were worn out from gripping and we had to let go.
What made my heart hurt the most was the fact that I kept on reading and reading, and I kept finding more poems, but I had to keep them buried deep inside my chest.
No one else would understand, or at least care to.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Earth:
I dig my hands into the earth
from whence I came to be
aromas of fresh tilling
warmed by sun: the earth and me.
And if when gone, my silly bones
enrich this dirt some more
then I have reached my destiny
and will not have been so poor.
Air:
Imagination soundless
save for gentle blowing breeze
all thought made unrequired
by whispers in the trees.
I open up my throat
breathing deeply of free air
close my eyes, enraptured
of a day without a care.
Fire
They say the devil heats his hearth
with the fire of human sin
but I don't think that can be true
'cos I keep mine locked within.
It cleanses me by burning bright
and renews me every day
the white-hot fire of my wrongs
burns my sins away.
Water
Crystal clear and glittering
in sunshine wave and tide
the waters of my oceans
in whose depths my heart shall hide.
For feeling silky torrents
wash my fears away
take me to the ocean
far from blue I cannot stay.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
I can’t remember
what I wanted to ask.
I feel foolish.
Unrequired
This could change
everything.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
one-sided love is never healthy,
the person who loves,
suffers for happiness,
Betting everything he has enclouding himself
for a person who would never care enough
to love him back
but just a smile back
is enough for him
and it breaks someone's heart
the girl he doesn't love back
since he loves you
more than anything.
-ks.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
Give me the ***** princes
Who glitter in the dark
The ones with crooked, broken teeth
Apt to leave a mark.
Give me a fallen angel
For I can’t abide a saint
Mephistopheles, yes please!
A pietist he ain’t.
Give me sight of every scar
Each blackened bruise behold
A man by passion’s furies burned
A thousand truths untold.
Give me a heinous lover
Not a lap dog to a girl
I shan’t demand a loyal serf
For my petals to unfurl.
Give me a howl of ecstasy
A stiletto in your side
My dear dishevelled Jesus
To inverted cross be tied.
Give me up for treason
Should I question such intent
By bloodied light of dawn I rise
Unrequired to repent.
Who cares for perfect manners?
Profanity’s divine
Give me your hell-bent lust, my love,
And rapture shall be mine.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
if there’s one thing i’m good at,
it’s unrequired loved –
i even wrote a song about it when i was 13,
though it wasn’t love back then.
maybe i could place first in a talent show
if i clambered up on stage
and told them about
every
single
almost.
Oct 15, 2022
Oct 15, 2022 at 1:37 PM UTC