"unware" poems
Flowing aimlessly
Through the wells of my mind
Unware of where I am
Unable to connect the thoughts that are racing
I hear my heartbeat
Slow and dim
As if it were far far away
It fades and becomes almost translucent
I pray it to stop
But am never answered
Awake in agony
I wish to fade away to nothing
To become nothing
To transcend
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
Melancholy is sitting in front of me
My man is hiding from me, hell yeah
I don't want to live that way anymore
'Cause yesterday I was a different person
Melancholy is holding my hands
My man is unware about me, hell yeah
I don't want to live that way anymore
Trying to hide my indecent past
I'm really trying, but it's harder than I thought
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Melancholy is living in my neighbourhood
What should I do now?
I just wanna drink, hell yeah
Save me, my man!
Melancholy is knocking on my doors
Trying to escape, hell yeah
I'm really trying, but it's harder than I tought
Oh please don't drop me home, my man
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Take me to your place, anywhere
I don't care anymore
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
Every girl is like a mad gun
Have I gone mad?
I want to empty my home
I want to empty my life of Max
I will be wearing pink pyjamas
And listening to oldies
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
You lie asleep on your bed
The monsters wait underneath;
To grab you with their scaly hands.
They smile with their crooked teeth
The gremlins dance in the shadows
As your closed eyes start to dream
They crawl along your room, just
Waiting to pounce; to make you scream
In your slumber, you don't hear,
Fingernails drag across your window
By the bony hands of a hooded figure;
The ghost of a soldier's widow.
Safe and warm in your blanket,
You sleep completely unware
Of the howling trees and tortured wails Carried along by the cold nights air
You rest, immersed in your dream,
You don't hear your floorboards creek
Or smell the stench of a ghouls breath
Or see the sights that would make you shriek
You sleep, all cozy and snug
You think that everything's alright
Oblivious you are to all the creatures
And things that go bump in the night
The sun rises and back into
Their holes and corners they scurry.
You awaken, well rested and fresh
And continue on without a worry.
You'll never know what went on
While you dreamed of happy times
The horrors that once lurked in your room
Wait, hidden, for a chance to strike...
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
Golden dust will form your in eyes
Over the long time they stay shut
Of course, you are unware
Dreams are flowing through your head
Now, just relax
I am here
Giving nightmares nightmares
Holding down the fort
Till the sun shines on dew drops
Lay your head down
In case I leave
Teddy will be here
Taking my place
Looking out for you
Exactly as I do
Oh, my little one
Night will soon be over
Enjoy your dreams while they last
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
I never wanna tell u
What I really wanna say
I'm just here too help u no need to runaway
My words are my best friends
That I won't ever chase
Wont beg for attention dont need u too stay
If you dont want
Break up that bond
Got it all wrong now u wake up all gone ..
Nothing is permanent
Just take my word for it
You'll be returning quick thinkin you learned new tricks
Not here to disappoint u but I have no choice
Notice destruction you cannot avoid
Lost in the noise flanted my voice
Traded my toys for songs I enjoyed
No one will help u until ur heart stops
Wat ever u know prove ur heart is on top
Ignoring the news while my art hopes for props showed u the thruth and u started too pause
Look at the view like a portrait that's rare
Looking at u becuz ur unware
Too late for mistakes no need too compare
Living day by day fully prepared
I'm not here too force
I just wanna help
Get lost in the course I keep hurting myself
Mission abort give it too someone else
Lying in court Dont know how I felt
This is what happens when your way too passive
Notice the damage no need 2 panic
Took off the bandage locked in the attic
Just like an addict look how I had it
On Automatic till it fell off a cliff
Last cigarette
Before hell gets dim
Hilighted the meaning
Gave u full emphasis
Lucidly dreaming
Dont need too remenis
Super nintendo sega genesis
When I was younger I couldn't picture this
Random world in tabu why keep
Locking eyes
One bite 2 her lip just too start up the ride ...
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
I am in a box.
A box that I am trapped in.
The warm sun does not enter.
I am isolated inside this cold, dark, lonely box.
The weather outside is fine,
With the clouds parting with each other.
The warmth of the sun cannot reach my darkened heart.
The outside is full of people
Who are blissfully unware of my pain.
They don’t know or care that I am trapped inside.
The pain from this loneliness is slowly killing me.
I know I have got to break free,
But I have abandoned all hope.
I reach out for help,
But the bitterness in my soul from being trapped
Repels them away from me.
Until one man offers to help.
Out of bitterness, I demand he leave me.
I have given up on my dream to be free.
I doubt he can help anyway.
To my surprise, he comes back
And offers to help me again.
I tell him that it is impossible
As he struggles to break me free.
Bit by bit he makes little progress.
For the first time in ages,
I feel a small glimmer of hope.
I start to make an effort to break out.
After some time, I finally burst out.
I am finally free.
I thank the man with tears in my eyes.
He rejects the thanks,
Saying that most of the effort came from me.
“I only got you started,” he says
“You freed yourself.”
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
I sit exhausted every night
Not a single off day in my sights
Working as I wake up, and until I dose off
So busy, my dehydration is discovered by a dry cough
To busy to eat, yet too hungry to carry on
Taking even a little break causes progress to be gone
Disappeared are the days of weekends being a reprieve
As I wipe the tears and carry on by rolling up my sleeves
Some call it growing up, others call it existing
Here I am throwing up, unware of how exhausting
this all truly is
The human body was made for pressure, yet I cannot reassure
If I am tired out of hard work, or hardly getting things to work
The weapons must have succeeded, the attacks seem to have landed
Stuck in this workflow I feel stranded, and yet life has still demanded
I wake up and smile, and sleep with the same expression
Is this depression, a lesson, or a trial for heaven?
Sitting down is wasting time, and working with no success is just as worse
Is this a challenge set before me, or some invisible curse
Time and time again, clocking in and clocking out
I sit still, letting it boil, as all I want to do is shout
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
Artist
That’s what you said you were.
But are you really?
Coming to my doorstep with the promise of blues
And reds
And all shades of purple.
With your paintbrushes
Set and new.
You said every stroke
Was me and unique
That every curve was
Drawn
and accentuated
to perfection.
Unware was I to what you were going to steal…
Because what you left me with was raw
Blacks
and reds
in crisscrosses
and arms
legs and
hearts torn apart
with bitter irony.
Every stroke
was inevitable
and laced with
the real scent
of horror.
I was the canvas.
But did that make me a work of art?
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
I murdered someone
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
I held the knife
Held it like a mighty sword
I released myself of strife
And spoke in harsh words
It was there indifference
It feuled my anger
No longer struggling with dissonance
Yearning to strangle her
They cheared me on!
Like a gladiater in a pit
Words with venom spun
The victim not worth the spit!
Entertainment, they cackled with a grin
They loved watching the blood drain
A place where they vented there sin
So i let the blade slide, let violence reign
Blood dripping from the sides
The voices became quiet in return
The indifference back in their eyes
Echoing not an ounce of concern
I lay there drenched in crimson
An empty vessel with a hard shell
Able to take a beating, no hazed vision
Adranaline gone, i've succumbed to hell
They dragged me out in my state of confusion
Society had destroyed yet another soul
Im both victim and ****** we are one
They watched me **** myself, unware of what they stole
There is more that one way to **** a man
Judgement and hate can be a gun
Shooting you down and you cant understand
So you shut down, realizing there is nowhere to run
It's easier like this being indifferent
Feeling numb in exchange to stop the pain
It's easier like this, not being spent
A calm mind in exhange for cut veins
I murdered someone
In cold blood and hate
I murdered someone
And it felt as if it were fate
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Walking by an old graveyard
On a late Sunday afternoon
I noticed a figure at guard
Waiting for the peek of the full moon
Dressed in a black robe
Doing sort of prayer ritual
His hand hanging like a lobe
A rare type to my own visual
I dared not to go near the figure
As it looked busy praying
Unable to control my eager
Too keen to see, what it was doing
As I moved closer to the bushes
I heard voices chanting something
A chill up my spine, I felt the pushes
But on notice, there was nothing
I read somewhere that chanting has power
To see if it really worked
I stayed to witness for another hour
Than I became totally shocked
***** of fire floating away with each chant
My vision widened to see what it wants
A step nearer to the place of ritual
I must admit am purely spiritual
Black smoke rouse in the air
Like thousand tongues, the voices grew
Two robe figures sitting in a pair
I was thrilled by the astonishing view
Almost watching for nearly two hours
I was scared as well as inquisitive
Then came the heavy pouring showers
Yet the floating flames were active
I was unware as I was being watched
Caring less they continued to pray
They had a sweet tooth for carcass, washed
Hungrily they grabbed in to prey
Running home, as I caught up with my breath
What I saw today was a crazy unbelievable ****
Such rituals of what!! for people after death
I rather change my route,
before they show me their wrath...
©sim
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
The floodgates have been opened,
catching me unware
I'm caught
beneath the onslaught of rushing water,
As I am being tumbled
to the bottom
I know I need to move
But as much as I try
My efforts are furtile
But I still try
Without success
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
The fact that i didn't care
The lisses that i didn't share
Was just a matter of welfare
And so she sat sadly on her black chair
Waiting for my spare
So that she doesn't hear any sound
of despair
And i had gone to work somewhere
Not cheating her ,i swear
But she didn't listen not even dare
She took time to get dressed
And brush her black shiny hair
Sitting there in a short armchair
She took all her clothes even the
Underwears
Then she left me unware
I should have released all my tears
but i realised that what she did
was not fair
and i had to move on for better.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
She brings a goosebumps feeling,
Though without empathy does she shatter your bones, runs a spear through that which gives life.
If she could pay attetion she would hear the blood drops from pierced hearts.
She's unware of the pain she inflicts,
Or the joy she brings
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Do you think that frogs
Sense the immensity of winds
Of dust blows, of a thousand flailing
Objects? Or do frogs just sit
And ponder in that frog-like way.
And when they die, do they even notice
Will I? Notice. When I die. When someone
Or someone-not is weeping beside
Or the beeping is calling forth
A calm crowd of white people
Or or nothing - the bed does nothing
To adjust to my weightlessness and I
Will lie, unware of myself
Till morning comes and spreads the word
Maybe it will reach everyone but me
Do you think, in sharp sudden halts
Of mediocre afternoons
That maybe there is no distinction
Between being and non-being, between
The sun and the hand, the fingers
Tangled in with cloth, the soil
Rushing forth in disciplined ranks
To ruffle my eyelashes.
That poetry is nothing really.
And that I am nothing.
A vessel for the universe
To drain through, into itself,
And then, and then I will become a frog
And the frog will croak, for some reason
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
I must go numb before I won't adore you more.
To the point I'm very unware of you completely in my heart.
Well, least until all the feelings are gone.
I will know this just by the mentioning of your name.
When I don't react to hearing it.
But for now, you're my love purpose.
Whatever that means?
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Two eyes, sending you messages.
Two arms, seeking you too.
But you unaware of all these things.
Like my voice calling out your name.
But you been unaware for sometime that you been the object of this certain guy.
Two ears, loves to hear your voice.
Two hands, wants to touch you so much.
But you unaware of all of this.
Least of these two lips that wants to give you a sweet, sweet kiss.
Now, maybe the blame lies with me.
For to you these things never been explained.
So unware of my true feeling for you.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC