"unstuck" poems
Well I drive the speed limit,
When I'm on the blacktop,
Because ya ain't gonna know,
If yer gettin eyeballed by the cops.
When I see the gravel,
Comin' up around the bend,
I turn the corner, hit the gas,
And my tires start to spin.
I get my get 'em up stuck,
In my pickup truck.
The gravel gets my guages,
goin' up, up, up.
In my pickup truck,
Ain't no slowin' me down.
I love my pickup truck,
Kickin' up dust clouds.
If it's rainin', you're complainin',
About the mud and the muck,
But ya know that I'll be playin,
In my pickup truck.
I get my get 'em up stuck,
In my pickup truck.
The mud gets my guages,
goin' up, up, up.
In my pickup truck,
Ain't no slowin' me down.
I love my pickup truck,
Throwin mud around.
When your rollin' around,
On the ice and in the snow
Sittin' in the ditch,
your car don't wanna go.
Who's the one ya call,
To get ya unstuck,
Ring-a-ding-a-ling-a-ling,
Ya need my pickup truck.
I get my get 'em up stuck,
In my pickup truck.
The winter gets my guages,
goin' up, up, up.
In my pickup truck,
Ain't no slowin' me down.
I love my pickup truck,
Haulin' people 'round,
Time to move is here,
And I back up to your door.
Packing out your things,
Until my truck can't fit no more.
I get my get 'em up stuck,
In my pickup truck.
Helpin' friends gets my guages,
goin' up, up, up.
In my pickup truck,
Ain't no slowin' me down.
I love my pickup truck,
Helpin' friends movin' 'cross town
I can't get enough,
Of my pickup truck.
If I had to do without it,
then my life would ****
Ya know my life would ****
Without my pickup truck.
I would feel like half a man,
Without my pickup truck.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 4:55 PM UTC
Stand up on top of your castle
Watch all the pretty lights dance
Come down to join in the party
Trip out and dance
Lucy makes everyone happy
But confused
The outside world is fun one
But inside
There's a whole nother fun you can use
Psychedelics will open your mind
To the world outside
and the one within
Which are both seperate
and the same
You can't just be focused on the outside,
The pretty things,
The fame
Inside it is beautiful,
Spiritual
Quiet and secluded
With too much outside
Your brain can get deluded
X and acid, TCB
DXM and DMT
**** and *****
All the drugs you use
Can be abused
That bass can make you lose your mind
Go blind
With all the bright lights
Until your mind's not the only thing you can't find
Unwind
Sit inside Zack's truck
And take some down time
Get your mind unstuck
This place is beautiful
These people are trippin
But if I see one more hot ***
I'm gonna lose my loose grip
and
****** is not sexuality
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
Help you out when you need it
What's given out is given back
Aesthetic
is a beautiful
but
overwhelming
experience.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Prologue
casual glance at my notifications while driving even though
I’m all ready a bad bad boy, cruising at a sedate,
cruise-controlled 70 mph vs. the bureaucrat bifocals 55,
a remnant regulation of the Eighties,
all the while humming with Gilligan
“a 3 hour tour,
2 passengers set sail that day”
then execute a four lane 180,
gotta get highway sideway grassed ,
cause i’m gassed...
by a Poem Breach
of the poems promised by me,
to write of thee,
you, my best inspiration,
the list grows longer, faster
than the hours provided
pull over fast emergency for my composure breached,
my vision wetted, my eyes hit by an unplanned unexpected,
sudden summer thunderstorm
<•>
The Poem Breach
***once more into the breach thy words breeze through my chest,
like on a flamed stick, night roasting, toasting beach summer marshmallows,
that cut direct to the ineffable sadness that resides resists within,
that sticky, white mess,
a human heart melting
a thank you message that I’ve read before,
many times more than once,
how my unasked poem, a sun unique,
arrived at the
precise time and place,
to lift and even save,
how could I’ve know?
I did not know
but these messages collect on my chest,
unsought words of purple ribbon metal that make a
less burdened cowardly lion,
grown man cry,
do crazy things for it is a possible solution to his
age old quest
Why do I exist, is this my purposed plan, don’t understand, all
but the answer peaked and peaceful accepted in the breach unreasoned,
my port of entry, a gateway to the scales, a bridge it is, over a time-life river styx and unstuck, yet certainly always confused...***
“It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
thank you so insufficient
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
sail boats
and oceans
and really anything that floats and carries a person
far away
in a big body of water
I don’t think I have to say why
it’s obvious
I’m sure everyone has a thing for sail boats
and oceans
I like busses too
I seem to get really impatient on them, and I like that a lot
because I know I can’t do anything about it
it’s a game of
Will I Go Crazy Or Will I Have A Snooze?
I like being stuck between being stuck and being unstuck
one day I want to sit on a bus for 24 hours and see what happens
(I will be doing a lot of that in the month of October)
I’ll bring books, my iPod and movies to watch on my laptop
but I’ll probably just stare out the window hours on end
tall buildings will turn into blurry trees and blurry trees
will turn into pixilated neon canola crops
and there’ll be cows and ponies and one long road
to Montreal
then Toronto
then who the **** knows where because I am already dreading
going home after the trip
even though I haven’t left for the trip yet
it’s months to come
I have a thing for finding a new home
everywhere I go
but I never find one
I like the process of looking for a really long time
then giving up from discouragement and sad feelings of
abandonment stemmed from my childhood daddy issues
I’m pretty sure everyone has daddy-abandonment issues
I have a thing for assuming every one has the same problems
that I do
but it turns out that there are loads of girls that like to eat
lots
and don’t feel ashamed of the extra scoop of
double fudge ice cream
and there are teenagers that get along with their fathers
and look up to them
they go out for lunches and joke about dates and fix cars
and tell their little girls they’ll always be their little girls
and go on awkward shopping sprees and barbecue
but everyone has a thing for sail boats and water
we all want to escape
our eating disorder and drinking problem
a skinny body or a bulky body
bad grades and perfectionism
the people pleasing pushovers
fathers and mothers and old european traditions
family dinners that go perfectly and are so boring because of it
the fragility of feeling unique
the arrogance of feeling unique
the lack of faith in ourselves
being alone
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
Stuck.
You're stuck.
So that must mean I am too.
I don't want to be stuck.
My love for you grows
More and more each day.
But I can never stay stuck.
Stuck.
I was stuck.
Long before I met you.
I didn't want to be stuck then,
And I don't now.
Trapped within a
Disgustingly thick, slimy stuck
I worked my way deep in to find
Nothing but more unruly muck.
Stuck.
I'm only halfway stuck.
But you're all the way stuck.
I'm not going back in.
I'll suffocate again,
Lose myself and become
The demon that attaches to
My weakening soul like
The grotesque parasite it is.
You can stay stuck all you want
But you'll never find me down there
While you wallow around in your
Muddled conceptions of yourself.
Stuck.
Yeah, right.
But I'll be here
At the edge of the muck
Waiting to help you out
When you get unstuck.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
I want to move on,
But I am stuck.
Stuck on the memories.
Stuck on what could've been.
Stuck on wondering what went wrong.
Stuck on wondering what more I could've done.
I am stuck on the way you made me laugh.
I am stuck on the way you held my hand.
I am stuck on the way you held me in your arms, as we gazed up at the stars on a cold December night.
I am stuck on our roadtrips and our perfectly imperfect duets.
I am stuck on who you empowered and encouraged me to be.
I am stuck on how you made me feel and who you were when I was falling in love.
Now, I see you,
And every time I do,
My heart breaks all over.
I see you talk to everyone else in the room, and bit by bit I fall apart inside.
I see you with other girls, encouraging them the way you did me at the beginning.
I see you moving on, completely unstuck,
Completely unphased by the torment I am in.
You made me genuinely happy.
Happier than I've ever been.
And I can choose to be joyful
and patient
and kind
and humble
and good,
But happiness is stuck in the past with you.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:06 AM UTC
I'm stuck in a rut
I don't know what to write
I'm stuck in a rut
I don't think I'm going to win this fight
I'm stuck in a rut
with nowhere to go
I'm stuck in a rut
and I just don't know
I'm stuck in a rut
no friends to help out
I'm stuck in a rut
but too proud to pout
I'm stuck in a rut
but I can't make me frown
I'm stuck in a rut
100 miles down
I'm stuck in a rut
just going to contemplate a while
I'm stuck in a rut
but you're just going to see my smile
I'm stuck in a rut
But guess what, I wrote
I'm unstuck from this rut
As I end this on a positive note
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
Chapped lips carry a searing burn
in memory of your scalding kisses
So thus they ache and yearn
throbbing in agonizing reminiscence
As we sought the key that might unstuck
the hallowed steel floodgates of our innocence
We found instead a stroke of bittersweet luck
in respect, I vowed to resist my own appetence
I meet you here in the overgrown tangle of garden
that once nurtured what I let fall to waste
Under the pale moonlight laden in pardon
that I beg from you as I crave another taste
Smashing my precious memories
shattering my gears
Now I beg mercy of my former self
as she caves to icy fears.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
I saw the devil lips she kissed,
Too bad it's mine she missed.
Sometimes it comes like the morning mist
or forever, it seems, time will tick.
Love is blind, or so they say,
When it calls it's by some delay.
Mostly it stays far away,
Even if tomorrow's an all new day.
I saw the fiery hand she touched,
With him she gets some luck.
Down the road, she finds its muck,
For she's in too deep to be unstuck.
She thought my tired hands didn't mind,
To hold and only to be too kind.
But, now, I'm not so inclined
To stand by and be nickel and dimed.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 4:29 AM UTC
today is one of those days
when i
come unstuck
at the seams of
where i am joined to myself
they split open with a
*pop*
*pop*
*pop*
and so there is
a hole nobody knows about
--not one that hurts
but one that is sure to sear
my dreams tonight
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
26.06.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
.
Seems that I'm spending
most of my time down at the Karaoke King.
Under more normal circumstances
I wouldn't even say a thing.(But...)
I need to invest some more time in me
or I'll never become a star,
because I've sunk a pretty penny
just pimpin' out my car.
And this Mississippi mud
is even bogging down my truck,
and if I don't keep it rockin'
I may never get unstuck.
Success always comes from hard, hard work
it never comes to you from afar.
Would you please remind me tonight
to change the strings on my air guitar?
And I've been too tired to dance
with my own silhouette.
I just want a house out in the country,
and a brand new black Corvette.
My future's slowly rising,
it shouldn't take me long.
You see, this stage has been my home
and this here's my new song!
I need to invest some more time in me
or I'll never become a star,
because I've sunk a pretty penny
just pimpin' out my car.
And this Mississippi mud
is even boggin' down my truck,
and if I don't keep it rockin'
I may never get unstuck.
Wont you help me,
please; won't you help me?
Because I want to be a star.
Just do me a favor and remind me tonight
to change the strings on my air guitar.
Please do me a favor and remind me tonight...
to change the strings on my air guitar.
.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
How can I begin to wonder about life further on
when all I see is a poor man continually struggling on
How does a person seek riches when thy neighbor is down on their luck
How can I look towards the years of me without coming unstuck
These shoulders I bare thoughts upon lay heavy full of guilt
To think I once had everything from what once I had built
A fine man I used to be until they came
The people in body armor struck, it was a day of raw emotion and downfall
Of a man with everything who ended with nothing
A life that was but seemed a dream
We die the same with the last tear in our eyes
Oh lord please take me now I am ready to fly.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 8, 2022 at 4:32 AM UTC
If this hallmark of a romantic gift
I give
is a bit fumbled,
and its professions of heartfelt wishes
feel
slack in their graham-cracker-box repackaging;
If the candy-coated wrapper’s fit
is left
misfitting around its dented-in red corners,
and the lippiness of its stick
has come
unstuck at each crushed-down end;
If the pink bow
stands unbowed
and frowns as unpretty as any crime-scene picture,
while it raises
a frayed end with the victim’s gone-through motion
entreating
death for its last tug free;
It could be
my feeling heart’s once-bold youth
isn't
entirely found in it,
or it could be
the entirety
bound in it,
my heart,
couldn’t find its way out.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:03 AM UTC
how is it that months later I'm still stuck to you
no speaking, nothing, I'm stuck to you
I haven't seen your face yet im stuck to you
and my heart can't calm down because I'm stuck to you
I want nothing more than to be unstuck from you
but I can't let you go, I'm stuck to you
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
DRY your eye- Man, dry your eye!
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Stop your noise! Man! stop your noise!
Young bluds don't sleep they'll hear your voice
You can't vent! trust! You cant vent
Cause I was taught in Torment
to bottle my chest of melodies-
Dry your eye.
Head up! Look head up!
Over the blocks get unstuck
Fix up, fix up. No gutter now
On this plush planets crown
See me ! it's this silvery note
That cures the bad mans gloat
Dry your eye ! Man dry your eye !
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Bless, Bless, I'm out, Bless
I'm gone in the overcast grey-
Bless, Bless !
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 4:51 AM UTC
You feel uninteresting
Unappealing
Want to get unstuck
You strive to be part of a larger entity
But you sit and watch
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:42 PM UTC
I've clawed my way up
Dug myself out
Rising above
Because that's what it's about.
So many twists
And so many turns
Life is what you make it
You get what you earn
Paths can be taken
Roads can be avoided
Choices will be made
And mistakes exploited
If you go all in
Be prepared for all out
Prepare for battle
And struggles with doubt
What if's and could be's
Are destroyers of life
And what you cling to
In moments of strife
Where do you go
When the rungs of your ladder break?
Do you fight to continue
Or give up what's at stake?
Where there's a will there's a way
There's no such thing as luck
Better think of a way
To get yourself unstuck
Think around the problem
Try to climb but fall
Close your eyes and relax
And listen to their call
There's nothing but light
And a deafening sound again
They tell you you're alright
And medicate the pain
But something more is going on
Something no one can fix
They think it's an excuse,
An old dog learning new tricks
No one can explain
Or pinpoint what's wrong
There's no comfort or escape
Just the murderous melody of a song
A destructive tune
That constantly plays
Growing and taunting
A little more each day
"You tried and you failed"
The evil notes jest
"You can't make it
Even if you try your best"
The voices sing on
Like a chorus in your head
Causing you to shrivel
And wish you were dead
The what if's and could be's
Come back and linger
And you can't ask for help
No one would lift a finger
Exhausted and exposed
You sit in the dark
Playing with pills
From thoughts previously sparked
Tired of thinking
You want your mind at rest
You try to fight but fail
Even though you try your best...
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Cracked an eye,
still a smooth blanket of dark.
Glue unstuck, the pebbles tumble
to my brain and scoot and sing
across a caffeine urge,
simple movement,
groggy knowledge.
Urination, caffeinated, contacts in,
rockslide.
The inner bump and stumble,
never slowing,
Dead awake.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
I'll say it now and I've said it before; the best book I've ever read is about the paradoxes of war.
A friend asked a question, then added
"But spare me the lecture."
I told him the best book I've ever read was about architecture.
An alien sent a question from his head telepathically to mine,
So I thought of that book I once read of a man unstuck in time.
(If the title was placed here, it would just almost rhyme)
Near Betelgeuse, I picked up a man in need of a ride
I asked where he was headed, and he said,
"Nowhere in mind."
He had a book with him.
It was some sort of guide.
I once kicked the crap around with a young kid in a hat.
He looked down at my hands and said,
"Hey, what's that?"
I told him it was a book full of phonies and jerks.
He nodded, then lit a cigarette.
There was blood on his shirt
A man once recited,
Word for word,
A book I recognized after having heard.
I said, "That's my favorite!"
And he gave me a look.
The best book I've ever read was about burning books.
I once played God, and gave a dead thing new life,
But it was so grotesque that I had to run away and hide.
A tormented and wretched human imitation.
Made me think of a book about a man tortured by his own creation.
One time I was reading a book above mentioned,
When a man came up to me and asked a most impertinent question.
He said, "I see you reading all the time, but have you ever read
the greatest book of all time?" I glared at him and said,
"No I have not, but I've heard much about it.
It's a very popular book, but I do without it."
He said I should reconsider.
That it's not one to pass.
I told him to take that **** book, and shove it up his ***
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
i don't write anymore
when i am alone (and i am mostly
alone) i spit at myself and it does not stick
i'm a cruel and spiteful host i grew up in a suitcase so when winter comes
i pack my things. get ready. get ready
on the edge of the bed i wait for it
i don't have time to spare
anymore
when i am alone i want nothing more than this low hum in my ears remind me
pick up the leaves from the ground, oh god, and pack them
bring them with you
i'm a cruel and selfish god (i grew up stuck with unstuck roots)
and i don't write anymore
pick up the seeds from my hands, oh god
i don't have time for them anymore
(i'll never learn to plant them and
they'll never stick
not really)
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Make-believe multiverses written in the
Rain
Petrichor
Ichor
Blood of (my) gods
Congeal. Thick. Rich, putrid poultry pan
opticon
theon
The bigger I am the smaller I am,
King of nutshells,
In ambition I beg--beggar butcher
Kingly kind **** beggar--look
In, give in, cave out implosion (my)
God demands sacrifice; copper
liquid spills, fresh,
Replace
old blood
Regicide,
Warm
running
red
over
Mars,
Vallies of dead bones they
Make a noise (crunch) like
Nutshells
Eggshells
White emaciated pale weathered withered
wothered wondered want I want I wont ...
A L I L Y S T A N D S
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
G r e e n blue v i o l e t
T r e m b l i n g I--I am
Cold
I can't feel my hands.
I rush rash rip stem
And all
Timeless life
Look how it not dies in my hands.
Look
I can't see
Unstuck by time trapped
In this eternity, make-believe,
Flower fickle, it is
A sentinel robbed of its post,
Eons past will pass before decay,
L I L Y ' S F A I T H --Can't
Let go of this moment, just
Let it die in peace,
In v a n i t y v a l l e y
Of bones dry dying...
When I wake up I see a man
Whose hands are open and eyes
Are free to wander.
He is royalty--a royal beggar,
A dry flower pierces
His heart--it rains
River
run red
with
orange juice sun
Squeeze.
His hands on his sides.
On sand and seashells.
Open valley, horrible horizon.
Celestial cosmos ocean sky is
That it? Is that me?
Do I raise my hands or f
a
l
l
To the ground. Beg.
Where are my gods? This
Sun is too bright, I can't see.
The cold. I blow breaths of smoke.
Vapour vanish too
Cold. I can't feel my hands. Go
Back
Inside.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
In a preternatural stupor
a dream seduced me to believe
that out of sheer
cosmic boredom
infinity generates,
this ever expanding universe
all by itself, decided
to turn inside out.
Why not, I thought
a great time indeed for us,
at last, to see God play dice!
Stars and planets came unstuck,
dangling like ripe globular fruits
or fancy lamps,
hung from a ceiling, if you like
while sky, the blue outer skin,
that helped us to make some sense
of the whole business of universe
went completely missing,
from our eye shot.
Days and nights,
what a happy anarchy!
have no order with
lot of colors thrown in
between varying hours.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 3:23 AM UTC
Death is always in the room.
Death was there when you were born,
patiently standing behind the doctor
as he first held you up
and presented you to your mother,
covered in filth and choking for air.
Waiting.
Death was there when you took your first steps,
in case a truck
were to go careening
across your front lawn,
in a freak accident,
slamming through the front window
and into the living room,
ruining the kodak moment.
Death was there for all the important events,
and all the mundane ones:
Looking on with your father
while you learned to ride a bicycle.
Hovering over midfield
during every soccer practice.
One row down from you
in the orchard
during the rainstorm
when you had your first kiss.
And death is still there now,
one instant away from you,
always prepared
for that driver asleep at the wheel,
for that blood clot come unstuck
from the wall of your femoral artery,
for that gunman
suddenly bursting through your door.
But that’s really the beautiful part of it all.
Everything that's ever happened in your life,
everything that mankind has ever accomplished,
every crying newborn baby,
every impossible feat of exploration achieved,
Death was just an instant away—
a shroud around the entire planet
constantly abided and never
broken through
until the very end.
Death is always in the room.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 9:48 PM UTC
Fingernails claw at porcelain skin.
Furiously they scratch and scour.
Layer after layer I become unstuck.
Unravelled. Undone.
Picked at the seams.
I dig and I dig.
Hoping to find the piece of me you didn't like.
Or the piece of you in me that keeps me awake at night.
Nail on bone, I find ribcage.
I find the remnants of my incarcerated heart.
Too weak to set it free,
I leave it there, barely beating.
Helpless.
Some things should never be unearthed.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC