"unthoughtful" poems
my mind tends to ooze with a negativity
that leaks out & into my already searing
and prolonged wounds;
within this ragged & treacherous steam of consistency
I find myself laid out upon the very gravelish grounds
that I goofishly juggle with on a lazen basis
sometimes there
sometimes here
but a lot of times just nowhere at all.
where I disappear to I couldn’t be sure,
the empty screen in front of & behind me
don’t speak of much
but they do tend to catch my demiseful falls
every now & then;
seems these cavernous valleys have a soothing touch
to them,
a loosely held comfort that I know
better than I seem to know myself at times
and at times I wonder
what I am supposed to be protesting
within these grotesqueful lines
of a beautifully laid out tragedy,
for even here I do not feel
within the bounds of my own mental safety nets
but maybe an unthoughtful falling & tumbling
will do me some good?
to be comfortable with my own deathly summons,
I write to edge the demons within
to a borderline of both peace & content,
for truthfully no set of letters
can taint me as much as I might allow them too
although I can tend to lean towards the waywards
of an apathetic crustacean
through my own carelessness & ill suited
self brought upon lonesomeness
…
sometimes I cannot tell what is right,
or maybe best is a better way to put it.
for I long for a connection of connections
and equally equivalent siphonings,
but many a times I seem to find
that my end of the line has gone stale,
quiet, a desperate yet eerie monotoned scale
of solemn notes left to ring in the ears
of those who are strongly enough
to take the time to hear,
and for those that are not afraid to stare
deeply into their own darkened & blazeful caverns,
I am forever grateful.
Oct 7, 2022
Oct 7, 2022 at 2:14 PM UTC
Sweetness, kindness, gentleness
are cures. A heart so full of love, when
girls touch it they think it will burst. Relationships for me not affectionate you
see. For I am not asinine. That is what I lack in my personality! When it does
come to me, then I will be truly ugly. My reflections to be a blur. My soul a hot melted wax that keeps the wick
from burning too quick. This curse upon me heart I thought was a gift. A plague
on modern time ways. My anger unleashed only in defense to others. Humor too
positive to laugh in front of some ones disadvantages. To caring to remark
aloud unattractive looks of another, Just for my ignorant unthoughtful
laughter. My remarks are kept at a low for others not to hear. I, too, am human;
do the same as others. I only learn from
those ***** mistakes. Raised as a gentlemen not to treat girls as a ****** toy,
only as a lover. ****** love not a lay, child at heart play! Maturity; responsibility
when called for so the landlord doesn’t kick me out the door! Food on the table
instead of ***** in my belly! Only on occasions on that one blue moon. Too big
of heart not enough aggression. Too this, a part of the curse! ....
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 2:28 PM UTC
feeling like an endless and gruesome winter,
you eventually left me;
leaving a gaping hole of nothingness
in what i used to call my heart.
i remember you telling me
that i was like a flower;
you pulled me from my roots and placed me in a vase of water,
keeping me safe and alive.
but flowers eventually die
when the careless and unthoughtful rip them from their thoughts.
because there are other things to worry about;
because there are many more flowers to be picked.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
A personality
judgmental
selfish
unthoughtful
abrasive
like sandpaper
will it erode
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Dear R,
I hope you are doing well. I hope you are safe and happy and find all of the best things in life (i'd name them, but I haven't yet found them myself). I hope german life is treating you better than ever. I hope you make a million more friends there, though i don't really need to hope for, as you're sure to do it anyway. I hope you don't get too cold in winter. Make sure you have thick warm socks and sturdy boots. Sometimes it's best to walk on untrampled snow as it's less icy. I hope when you return here, or to Aus, you have a safe flight and get plenty of sleep. And that you don't get very jet lagged once you're home. I hope you read this. I hope you have a long happy and healthy life and you never want to die. I hope you wake up every morning smiling and go to sleep contented every night. I hope you feel full and content with everything you have in your life, and everything that is yet to come. I hope you stop feeling anxious. I hope you begin to understand how loved you are, by every person that has come in contact with your soul. I hope you realise how special you are, how unique, how kind and how loving. I hope you see how much you have to offer the world, and how happy you are able to make others. I hope every venture you undertake in life is successful. I hope i can visit your bakery one day. I hope you meet the most lovely girl, just like you, with an open heart and mind. I hope you fall deeply in love and reach a new level of happiness. I hope you spend many happy years together, perhaps marry, raise children and love them more than yourselves. I hope she is stable and has a good mind. I hope she is able to let herself be happy. I hope she doesn't doubt herself, hate anything or ever want to die. I hope you two never cry again. I hope she understands herself and her desires and her emotions. I hope she has feelings that never waver and are rational and make sense. I hope she is beautiful. I hope she never does anything to hurt or upset you, nothing silly or rash or unthoughtful. I hope she can plan a future with you that you both believe in, and that comes true. I hope she loves you unconditionally. I hope she holds your hand in public, and likes to play with your hair and that she's really good at video games. I hope you are happy. I hope she never lets you down. All my love.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Thinking of thee makes me feel love;
Love so sweet and deeper than mine.
Unlike the winds, I cannot move;
Unlike the sun, I cannot shine.
To be thy own love is my dream;
no more my past, nor but of him.
He once filled my heart and destroyed;
He lent me an unthoughtful joy.
To dream of him is but a pain;
Thoughts that shall fray in feeble rain.
Shall never I want him again;
Only my curses, shall remain.
Like butterflies in the garden
Thy images flirt 'bout like heaven
Thou art handsomer than glosses;
Even more p'rilous than roses.
Thou shall cure me of all torments;
Thou shall be my real gentleman.
Best of the stories I invent,
A tame hero; a loyal friend.
He is a past too far away;
He whose worries are past dismay;
He traced my path last September;
out of autumn fogs and winter.
He lured me into his foresight;
let me astray in memory.
He knows nothing of wrong and right;
He is too blind to say sorry.
Far I'd wandered past cliffs and beaches;
Until thy heart came into view.
Thou turned backwards within my reach;
Bringing me fresh feelings and clues.
Thou found me 'gain in summer's bliss,
Thou stole my love from heart of his.
I saw in thy bright complexion,
Neither lies nor trepidations.
Thou art worth all salutations,
The ringing joys of fond prayers.
Thou art the fruit of all seasons,
Son of truth and a fast healer.
Thou art the song of morn and night;
Thou art Lantern to all delight.
To be with thee is'a great blessing;
As are t'ese crazes, and love feelings.
And being with thee feels just right;
To breathe by thee at a holy night.
Thou art profuse, like yon foliage;
Good as my dreams, of marriage.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Discovery can lead to hurt feelings.
This isn't the first time it's happened to me
but for some reason it hurts more than the other incidents.
It's how a baby must feel,
breathing in second hand smoke
from an unthoughtful,
yet seemingly loving,
father, to discover
that one who is held by me
is simultaneously enough
being held by another.
Color me selfish,
but when I hold a beautiful body
in my arms
and I kiss them for who they are
and I kiss them for their soul
I wish for the feeling to be mutual.
I wish for it to have meaning
and I wish for it to be
a singular couple.
This poem was birthed by two things:
My own distaste for confrontation
and you're lack of judgement
to fool around with him,
while fooling around with me.
And you're gone now,
you're opening a new chapter in your life,
but you get away with selfish ******** too much
and it's time you heard about it.
Hold on my dearest friend,
I'm not done yet.
I never knew you to be selfish,
but before I kissed you,
I wish you would have stopped me
and told me you were being kissed by another.
I guess that's all I really want to say.
Although it may not be all that should be said,
and it may be more than what's right.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?
I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.
For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.
Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?
Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.
Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.
Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.
Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.
Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.
Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
Upon waves of confusion
a bottle rides in
bounded and wrapped
with a tattered sleeve
dancing atop the white caps
and kissing anger good-bye
far from shore
maybe a month or so out
and apart for the text
written, sealed, and sent
neither can say it did something wrong
hurtful and unknown
the bottle rode the sea
letting the sleeve take the damage
ripped, shredded, and frayed
protecting the most dear
this bland bottle
though mean and unthoughtful
had a message
both a sentence and a feeling
to be unraveled by the owner
of this angel like cloth
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
Of the 364 un-birthdays, best occupied by your craziest , unthoughtful and refillable teaports, who rather like to celebrate year round with you, though uninvited, it would be wise you decline hosting the party too.
"Well, why not? What's wrong with a Thinking party everyday?"
I hear you asking. Is what they do best by default afterall -- one is naturally invited whether one likes it or not.
My reply would be "Mad Unthinking does not a party make!"
Unless you like going on hater shooting rampage. Otherwise, battling the twinkle little tea trays hovering in your delusional sky is rather, shall I say, a pointless endeavor. Far better you meditate on that.
Luckily too, the only day they wont be celebrating is that one day on your special birth date. Since it's the single time of year you're more than likeliest the happiest by design, among friends and families!
But why just limit it to a day in the entire calendar year? You should "happily uncelebrate bad-everything " or "celebrate happily good-nothing" for the 364 days in your mind. And all should be well.
Just remember, lift the tall hat and check under the hood, you may discover mad party always get you plenty of room. But they merely recycle as a visage. Chances are, you'd love to gate-crash and bring your best butter and bread knife to spread it all over time. There's no "while" as they "mean", so to speak. Especially when you are hangry and you had "nothing" yet, taking less is far healthier than filling up a buffet of nutrionless bad food. Like clouds in the sky, let them go.
About that Raven too. They are just cryptic messenger going backward and forward with unintelligible riddles that will spin your too clever head to a nevar resting point. The codename is analysis paralysis.
Akin to a kite in the sky, you can break the thread.
Otherwise, you may end up like Alice to steal time, beat time, pass time and may get lost in a treacle well with much surgarcoating and sentimentality. Only to wake up 2 hrs later than you should have, to reality around you.
So let it be known, and shed light into, the unknown parts of the 364 unbirthdays. If you manage to go out, have some social bake and cake among humans now and then, you'll soon forget to uncelebrate them and lose all the over-muchness anyway.
That's my wish for you !
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
these things i see they're so hard to find, peering into a glass of aged broken wine,
the thoughts aren't at all lost, i've found that souls belong in lake foss,
i've said before i haven't any feeling, but what i feel now it means to me: everything,
nothing lost inside of any of my will, but what i see are my dreams which will be fulfilled,
don't feel broken lost smitten or shattered, because i'll serve it to you on a silver but broken platter,
i want not to harm mislead or disfigure, but what i say to you are the thoughts that linger,
please let me lead you into this place of unthoughtful matter, maybe one day you'll see that my feelings are much better,
eventhough the silver i behold is broken, but like i said the thoughts to you are unspoken,
like love is a mystery that turns your heart true, i dont want the feeling of my thoughts to turn blue,
everything is anything that lies in your hands, i ask of you everything but yet i dont demand,
i want you to make your choice which is in your hands, but please take my mind upon it which this is very rare,
i wish for you to be wise on this so my soul you won't scare, all that i ever want is for you to know, there for without you my body will no longer be...there
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
I love you for you
or your hesitant
soft yearnings
to your slight grin,
there isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you.
For your eyes
like soft wood
for your thoughts
structured and respectful.
But I hesitate to say
you'd do anything for me.
For my quick
unthoughtful plans
and ever present smile
for my eyes
like sad clouded skies
of for my thoughts,
poetic.
Feb 9, 2012
Feb 9, 2012 at 5:53 PM UTC
I shouldn't have been so naive as to fall for your enchanting lies
distance may make the heart grow fonder
but deceiving me will make me drift
farther from you than you're
typical and unthoughtful
brain ever would
have known
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
You said things -
because its easier to speak-
and gossip, and later forget.
Than it is to
follow a crazy butterfly of a dream,
when everyone asks you
to chase instead an angry bullfrog
of tradition.
To flick your fingers
and dismiss failures
as unthoughtful mistakes
and heartiness as an
an ugly carnival of
embarssing emotions.
Follies of other are good fodder
for two minute advice soliliquies
a distant critical review.
Dear friend,
or foe - as you like,
Come around to this side
of the window,
and wear the torn shoes
of his distress
or live through
her sorrow
And then tell me,
Would you again,
given a chance,
say the same ?
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
Whatever is that urge, that unthoughtful splurge, to annihilate every last thought of that day
to drink to kingdom come, conversations with anyone, and spend all that you have been paid
what ungodly flicker of thought, has you drinking that last drop that you bought
until the sun rises, awake on a bench, lessons that really cannot be taught
Rewind that human clock, until a time when all was once well
hindsight on a wrong word said, tripped in conversation, drink brings up its show and tell
that marriage that you could have had, now stalked each day on Facebook
sent them a drunk friend request, regrets in the morning, crazy thoughts that overtook
I love you man, a Tesco ban, for stealing ***** after the midnight hour of twelve
we laughed and sang, kebabs and dips, only here once so what the hell
the morning after, 12 cans and draught ale, anything that doesn’t touch the sides
your head is thumping, hair of the dog is calling, Round 2 of this stupid drunken ride
But at what point do we put the brakes on, man’s liver this wasn’t built for, the older the less wiser
you’ve tried the lagers, you’ve tried the ciders, lets knock it on the head, time for the Tizer
for the greyer the hair the less you can bare, as our bodies are not getting any younger
now I love to be merry, but it’s a weight I can’t carry, as drink is a thing I can’t do any longer
Drunk
JJB
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
you love me
but you do not trust me
you make love to me
but you are distant
you embrace me
but you hide from me
you are gentle and kind
but you push me away
jackal and hyde
love and trust
an unthoughtful marriage
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
The brook-side meadow's quiet, shadows gone
Overwhelming green struck in private hues
The stream bank channels and tree roots confuse
The light is magic dancing after dawn
There in the tangle hides the leprechaun
There in the tangle his mischief is planned
Scratching his bearded chin, pipe in his hand
Prides in his trickery, crusty old con
Harassed and hunted by unthoughtful souls
Not any wonder he's social inept
He is pursued for the gold he controls
But they do not know it's not physically kept
Pursuit of the rainbow earth not apart
The leprechaun's gold is found in your heart
rc
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
I am,
a bad person
a coward
a failure
a fool
I apologies,
for the awful things I do,
I am,
an ***
an idiot
ashamed
at fault
I beg you,
to not take it as an assault,
I am,
atrocious
awful
careless
and childish
I am deeply sorry,
you cant handle what I dish out,
I am,
crazy
disgraceful
disgusting
dishonest
I am filled with regret,
I'm sorry I'm not modest,
I am,
distressed
disturbed
embarrassed
forgetful
I am filled with regret,
for not being careful.
I am,
guilt-ridden
guilty
horrible
humiliated
I am going to make this right,
no matter how much time I've wasted.
I am,
hurtful
idiotic
impulsive
in pain
I am in the wrong,
and the one to blame,
I am,
inadequate
irresponsible
lost
lousy
I am filled with regret,
for speaking so proudly,
I am,
mean
miserable
misguided
not perfect
I am genuinely sorry,
I make you so ticked,
I am,
out of my mind
out of sorts
out-of-control
out-of-line
I am regretful,
I complain and wine,
I am,
overly critical
pathetic
regretful
remorseful
I am responsible for this,
I am too forgetful,
I am,
ridiculous
rotten
sad
selfish
I am shameful,
I should be less careless,
I am,
stupid
terrible
troubled
unacceptable
I am unfair,
I should be more responsible,
I am
unthoughtful
unworthy
upset
wrong
I am willing to do anything,
willing to get help,
I am willing to make myself,
Gone.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
Love is a suicide note
to the heart,
Paper cutting your emotions
till blood writes on it
"I'm sorry but thoughts are cheap"
Love is a suicide note
to the mind
whispering sweet lullabies to sanity
till unthoughtful truths word
"I'm sorry its not you, it's me,
Love is a suicide note,
and my love
just hung itself on a tree of
reflection, static and lifeless..
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
today i wasnt happy i woke up.
in fact, my phone screamed ****** ****** and awoke me.
and so it brought me back to life
to my reality.
it wish it were my dreams that'd haunt me.
not a nightmare but beautiful lie.
M was with me, he kissed me
he was kind.
M was there, by my side, for some time
he was tender and loving
i missed him.
i though i had forgotten about him
i believed he had gone with the smoke
now that i am awake
it's apparent
he cannot go away for too long.
if you ask me what'd happened to trigger
these emotions and visions and pain
just a casual, unthoughtful question
by a curious, immature friend.
now i feel very disoriented
im uncertain about where to go
all directions've messed up on my map and
i keep stumbling on virgin-white snow.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
Once an old man asked me,
"What is art?",
Well, as an unthoughtful kid, i said "painting"
But then he laughed and left me thinking.
I traveled down the street trying to find what art really means,
I dived into the tub trying to think what art can be,
I jumped from above to fly to search art in the sky,
I asked my mom "ummi, what is art?"
She said "go Google it",
But still I can't understand;
I won't understand until someone stand up and tell me that the art is in them.
So I present myself and my humanity
To say it out loud and proud:
Art is my hated hair that the back always stand up,
Art is my dark circles under my eyes begging me to sleep,
Art is my acnes that surround my face and left me annoyed,
Art is the shirt that I bought from the thrift store that has a coffee stain,
Art is when I started to accept of who I truly am.
I tried to see art a little bit clearer
And now I understand that art is
The one that standing crooked in front of the mirror.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Illegitimate words that are owned
by no other, sitting on the page.
A ******* in there birth, no one loves them
for they were fathered by unknown seeds.
Now they grow in unthoughtful words,
conceived in random homes of nothingness.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
as a child, my parents’ comforting
words washed over me like
wave of the ocean, soothing
the wounds left by harsh,
immature names, and i marvelled
at the difference mere words
could make and how they
could change a life
as a teen, my parents’ grating
criticism and unthoughtful words
about the mistakes i make and
the grades i bring home
rub me the wrong way
like dry sand between my toes,
and i try to be the bigger person, i try
to walk away, but with every step
the blisters fester, and soon enough
the wound is too large
to be healed anymore
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
Anger is bubbling up through my veins.
How could you do this to a friend?
You careless,
Unthoughtful person.
You were trusted,
You had one goal,
To be a good person,
To be a good friend.
And I'm so angry and disappointed.
How did you sleep that night,
When you stole a kiss,
From the girl he desired.
How did you face him the next day,
Like nothing even happened.
Do you even give a ****
About what you have done?
I can't look at you,
I can't speak to you,
I can't even think of you,
It would be bad for my health.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC