"unsupervised" poems
i want unity
without alliegence
for once
let there be no strings attached
lets act
like we stand firmly on our feet
face our defeats
and take the blame for our actions
lets be adults
and go unsupervised
i dont need you
you dont need me
but lets drink
to our independence
faithfully
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 7:41 AM UTC
Why is little Musa working in these diamond dirt pits,
Digging from sunset to sundown
Where are the laws that protect children 's rights,
Why is he left unsupervised working on his own?
Musa
Struggled from early childhood with all his strengths
Now he can hardly stand because of damaged vertebrates
To know the number of free hours he worked, do the maths
Yet some lucky girl somewhere celebrates.
So
How can he labor as a slave when he's just a boy?
How can Musa smile when he has no joy?
How can he run when he has no legs,
Who will speak for him knowing he has no voice?
so
How can the opportunity box be opened without the keys
How can the world do nothing about his demise,
Especially when to stay alive he has to work for food?
How can he locate hope if he can't see,
How can celebrities adorn diamonds with bad blood,
How can this possibly be?
So
If I can lend my pen to help every child slave working,
Then my life on earth is worth living.
✍️#IvanBrookspoetry©️✍️
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
I always get up early. Early, early, early and it’s Saturday morning. So I scooted over to “Donut Crazy” and got myself 12 sugar donuts (and a selection of treats for my suitemates - I’m NOT suicidal.)
At 8am, I’m in the suite common area, on the couch, binging “Ladybug and Cat Noir” on my iPad and I realize that Leong, one of my suitemates, is sipping her coffee and staring at me like I’m a bad pet. I look around to find myself sitting in a shower of confectioners’ sugar speckles.
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.” I disclaim.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
I have been left unattended for too long, in a city by the Bay
& mischief is dying to play,
I can only imagine...
As the chaos escapes from within
The beast is unable to stay tame
I AM UNSUPERVISED, IN A CITY THAT DOESN'T KNOW MY NAME....
--TO BE CONTINUED
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
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Clogging traffic flow
twin, brake riders in the lane,
they're really a pain.
America's love -
Unsupervised car racing
on our new highways.
Rubbernecking state:
Welcome to Connecticut,
spend more time on road.
Suggestion only?
Painted lines are optional
for lane straddlers.
Forget the roadkill!
Rubberneckers demonstrate...
Lust for dead bodies.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 6:49 AM UTC
You are **** and you know it
Your life is garbage and you show it
You will die soon in the ball pit
I'll leave you unsupervised for a minute
You make drugs look like candy
And you are not even worth it
When you were born I tried to prevent it
With ****** and **** and even weapons
And when you came out I said *********
You make drugs look like candy
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:34 PM UTC
picking and scratching
my skin bleeding
the scars all over remind me of certain times in my life
when the stress got too much to handle and I sat in the bathroom for hours
destroying the body that was given to me
burning down my humble abode
just picking and scratching away at my sanity
which I'm not sure I ever really had
the scars that I get comments on daily
'Did you try to hurt yourself?'
'Are you alright?'
'Are you being abused or unsupervised?'
no answer really just staring at them;
whilst picking at my scabs in that blissful agony that I love to feel
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Little boys
unsupervised
genetically designed
like toys
beguiled by fantasies
spontaneously play
improvised games
like actors
with imagined scripts
depicting violent scenes
as common themes
reflecting personalities
blooming slowly
in the park
at the bottom of the street.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
You demand that we stop waving our arms about
While talking or whenever I do the 3-legged downward dog
That reminds you of being abused in another life
I know you recognize the delivery man as the abuser
Who you bark at fiercely, relentlessly
Just as you always growl jealously at Hazel, our neighbor's dog,
Despite her best efforts to be your friend
I see the wolf in your eyes when you're stalking lizards
Running, unleashed, leaping impressively from a standstill
Unsupervised in what substitutes poorly for wilder places
In our Florida backyard
You stare accusingly whenever I talk on the phone
Demanding to be heard, too
You hear and smell things I cannot imagine
Long before they reach my ordinary ears and nose
I see you cannot stop digging that hole
Next to the patio in my wild grasses garden
You eat the finest organic dog food
But prefer something dead on the path
During your afternoon jog to the beach
With Bill, so dismayed, that you enjoy smelly rolling
Though you endure your punishment, a scrubbing in the shower
Just to cuddle with Bill on the couch all clean and loved
I command you to COME HERE when doing yardwork
Ignoring me, you trot off towards Federal Highway
Or slip through the hedge when I’m weeding-you're a wily one
Hoping for wolf adventures like the ones in your dreams
Those that turn scary, maybe you get pounced on
When you're making terrifying yelping sounds
And trembling uncontrollably
Waking us all up, leaping up on the bed
Scooching to a safe haven between us
Beseeching, "Hold me, squeeze me, say it's OK for me to be here!"
Hugging you Bill says, "It's OK, there there, he's a good doggie."
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
I fill the place of the inconceivable super babe,
While she takes her time to grace
Your life with her precious existence,
As she is too busy being elsewhere currently.
She lurks in the future, as perfect as she is,
She can't seem to trespass the bearings of time.
Well that's just awful, I say as we sit on the bus seat,
me where she otherwise would be.
Some person
who may not even exist
Takes priority over me.
If I didn't practice empathy so well,
I would run around your life
Like a kid in a candy shop,
Unsupervised,
And steal everything of yours that I could.
Every memory would be mine, every first
Every last, shoved into my socks my boots
My coat pockets my hat.
I wish sympathy wasn't my speciality
Otherwise I'd say quit wasting my time,
I know what you're doing because
I would do it too.
I wish I wasn't selfish,
Because the poison I keep in keeping you,
Has found it's way into my coffee finally.
If I really loved you, If I had the courage to,
I'd let you go.
I wish I wasn't so afraid, otherwise I'd dispose of you
As you once will with me.
But these bindings you've built with your grace, and charm
And you're so handsome, keep me here, on this bus,
Next to you,
In place
Of someone inconceivable.
Remember when I told you
That I liked you because you made me feel
Inadequate instead of complete?
And you said
If it ever gets to be a bad feeling of inadequacy
Let me know, because it shouldn't be that way.
It is that way,
When the importance of someone who you have
Yet to have met, trumps the simple existence of me.
Especially when I am not the girl yet to exist.
I'd rather talk about schizophrenics on fire,
Or even be a flaming schizophrenic,
Than continue on with this conversation.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
The words
That slipped unguided, that flew
Into you ears
Unsupervised, that leapt outward from
My teeth, flailing
Unintentionally,
Those words were
Deeply rooted
betwix the life I lead &
The one
I merely
Dream of...
Those words were
Drunken
Whispers that clung to
My lips in an
Increasingly ravenous fashion the
More I carried on.
brought on by scented winds;
Their fragrance intoxicating
Any sense of inhibition
I once
Possessed, labeling me
Inadequate
In my
Present form.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
I know very
Well that
I haven’t been
The greatest
At love,
I haven’t chased
Grand gestures or vows,
But stumbled through
The mornings after,
The movie dinners,
The silences
Between us
Where love sits,
Waiting to be noticed,
Not a princess in a tower
Waiting to be saved,
But just two people,
Trying to stay close
Despite the gaps.
I don’t know if
I’ve loved the
Imperfections,
I’ve loved despite
Them,
The realization hits
Like a slasher movie,
Too late at night,
And too young
And unsupervised,
Sometimes I leave
Notes hidden in
Vases, behind cabinets,
Above the fridge,
And in the pockets
Of the new jeans
That I just got,
As a reminder to love,
Today I found one
In my glove compartment,
It’s getting cooler so
I rolled down the windows
And felt the breeze
Every time there was a red light,
I had the music loud,
Enjoying the mess of genres
That’s my Spotify playlist,
And I savored the moment,
In solitude, learning to love,
Not despite, but because of.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC
I just want to dream for awhile
Step away from the everyday and relax
Because this daily grind has got me perculating
And this isn't a blend I can sip casually
So let me sleep for a minute
Don't make a peep for a minute
This here and now needs to become nonexistent for a minute
I just want to dream for awhile
Take an unsupervised escape somewhere
Anywhere but here
Maybe there I can find myself
Sitting on a beach embracing the sun rays
Where she looks so happy
I look tired
I look like I need to dream for awhile
Get caught up in the image drenched clouds above my head
That are dripping thoughts into my eyes
Weighing down my lids
Just let me dream, if only for a little while
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
What kind of Sin dares Usher in
A devious man to lick his lips, gutteral gasping beneath his Breath
The Wonton Musing oozes a delicious Decay,
The Poured Out drooling, his Power Pulsing, A Foaming Fantasy Power Tripping
~to Control the Spiritual World
at his Will & Command?
Here's what he imagined:
Biblical Bribery.
Blasphemous Forgery
Who ever has the money or an Unbridled hand can piecemeal a Story for premeditated Zeal,
To make for a more attractive Appeal
Why need such profiled Idoltry?
To be Present
at the Moment of such a Powerful Man's Revelation, Spoken for and too You
To be blessed
with ears to hear Him
To worship
At the Alter of Salt
A pillar miraculous,
To Worship Within, in Him, beside Him.
A Scribe Sweats
To write furiously away
for later reference, Thus
Attention is spared and the Sermon Deemed for Organic Lackluster
**"Scratch That
Oops
Edit
Kindly Repeat
Didn't quite catch That
Delete
Revise
Rephrase
Two or One spaced per Sheet?
The strain hurts my Eyes
When can We Break for Feast?
Are We Done for the Day?"**
Can this be a possiblity
Can a misdirected, Unsupervised
Scrupulous Individual
Not quietly Misquote
The Word trianguled from Mouth to Pen to Paper?
The Words We have come to Believe In??
You Tell Me.....
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
*A woman with reddened hair,
Eyes the color of a storm,
Smiles as transparent as the air.
A tiny little girl, big ***** soon,
Watches forlornly,
From another room.
A little baby boy, clad in red,
Unsupervised,
Hits his head.
Why?*
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
creak and crash
a hundred yards from my bunk
dumb metal falls
following its unsupervised trajectory
i have a helmet i do not wear
they always fall while i'm sleeping
INCOMING
INCOMING
INCOMING
taking the place of being
gently woken by my dog's cold nose
on my neck
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
reading my palm in a gay bar, you come across a long convincing scratch i gave myself accidentally from an unsupervised kitchen knife- your finger glides over the ridges and you make the claim that it’s some deep scar- i say it’s a few days old and the disco lights are outlining all my friends in weird circular scattered patches and i sip my gin and hide my exhale under the bass.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
She declared war upon herself in the midst of her savage self-hatred
Cutting her skin and suffocating her throat till she begged for air’s price.
She was once was a child afraid of just touching any sharp blade
Encase it accidentally cuts her and now: She doesn’t think twice
before picking up that blade and shoveling it into her skin like a smith.
She baked lies on her forgotten suicide note. Lies that disguised
themselves in coats of truth. She strangled her own chest with
ropes of words she didn't utter and blocked new hope from unsupervised
entering into her dejected lungs that begged for life's meaning not reprimands.
But she found no purpose to keep her garden living so she therefore
poisoned every plant and washed any seeds of life left in her sunless lands
down the drain until she fell into an everlasting sleep. Her wish for
peace had come to her but others wept on the loss of a friend, student, daughter, and one less hazed
family member. They never believed her when she said she wanted to commit suicide anyways.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
The sun is shining today,
it feels as if it's the first time in weeks
I'm sitting outside of a cafe
just taking it all in.
It's spring break for the public high and middle schools
and seeing children running around downtown
unsupervised and smiling
makes me miss the simplicity
of just being a kid,
but try as I might,
I'm not a kid anymore
around this time next year
I will be twenty years old
which is pretty unbelievable
I sit in the midst of a sea of people
they ebb and flow like the tides
men on their breaks from work
their shirts opened down to their chest
a casual sunshine fashion statement
and the pretty art girls
with their pretty faces
and pretty dresses
walk on by
and I can't help but look at them
and smile to myself
like an utter idiot,
but I don't care
If you can't smile on a sunny day
when can you?
I left the windows in my apartment wide open
turned on the fans
and in an effort to symbolize
my victory over the winter
I turned the heating off
When I get home
I think,
that I will sit at my desk
and write
and be inspired by the sounds of the city
which ring out in a beautiful cacophony
of car horns, construction, laughter, and birds
it's sunny today
and no matter what happens
it will be a good day
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
Your curiosity is like a wheel
It can’t be stopped by simply ceasing to push it
Your curiosity is like a balloon
Expanding rapidly until it bursts
Your curiosity is like a gun
When unsupervised it can be deadly
Your curiosity is like a spoon
Feeding your hopes for good or for bad
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
We need to talk openly with and about our Demons,
'cause they're always whispering in our ear
and waiting on the tip of our tongue,
so I find it's better to take those dogs for a walk
at least once or twice a day, if not more,
than to let them destroy our mental furniture
and **** in the pantry, or the bed, as it were,
as we're so blissfully content
leaving our own Shadow unsupervised;
that is,
until we find ourselves cast from Grace
and play the victim, or create victims-
succumbing evermore to our Demons.
We have the Will to chose:
build pressure, or diffuse it.
Do as ye will,
but be willing to accept consequences
lest ye be a coward and a hypocrite,
as is rather in-style, t'would seem
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
So it stays unsupervised,
while the dealer is away
and haters stake to play the game.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC