"wreckless" poems
I don't know what you could call this exactly,
I was at a musical concert in one of the states
And a school filled with children of less than 13 years of age
Presented a song which I could call a petition.
They were praying earnestly for God to save Nigeria
From lawless people, bloodshed, assassination and a list of other wreckless things
It touched me that finally, it has gotten to this! When children start to file a petition to God against our leaders saying for their sake God should save the nation
It's a bit disturbing that even the kids know that there is a problem with this nation.
Do we have to ridicule ourselves forever? The children who were in the ***** and groins some years back have come to understand the situation and are crying out.
The educational standard is falling to pieces and the threads would have to be carefully woven together if we wanna make something out of it again.
It's embarrassing to know that there are so many sectors that has failed, absolutely nothing is working.
Our leaders still apportion blame. Roads are not good and then you get to hear one is a federal road one is state owned. Does it matter who owns the road if it is in their country?
Why aren't everyone looking beyond their noses and see what's wrong. Our youths have resolved to fraud when hard work and talents aren't appreciated.
Universities have been shut down for months now in the name of strike and the government officials could afford to eat and carry on their daily activities!
Aren't they meant to be in the hospital, complaining of one illness or the other as a result of the unrest the matter has caused? Disheartening! Even the hospitals go on strike and innocent people are left to die as a result of no medical attention.
I was moved to tears when these children sang. The nation's unrest and matters have become prayer points in all places of worship. God should indeed look down from His throne, have mercy on us and save Nigeria!
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
The cop asked me for my license to which
I replied what the hell is that.
Officer Tillman I belive i met your wife in a restroom
down at the laundrymat.
She didnt do ya justice.
Cause you arent all that ugly
but you are kinda fat.
No my last name isnt Knoxville but I
sure had some fun in Tennessee.
Met darlin that left a burnin feelin behind just for me.
My life is like a tweenty four hour cartoon.
A wreckless wonder.
If ya wanna ride along theres always room.
Gotta babydoll I often reffer to as Tinker.
She's my favorite semi insane funsize drinker.
Got a amigo or two.
Some fake ID's cause some people just happen to be looking
for me.
I thought you already knew.
Some people like to hate.
Clive. Forrest. Ian.
Dont be jelouse your still living togather in the same basement
no hope ever having none inflatable
date.
Iv'e taken some pretty hard licks.
Put my mind in a blender .
Now all im left with is becon bits.
Im the Jackass of poetry alone I hold the crown.
Some might call me a village idoit.
But I would say im most fun fella in town.
And if ya read this work and still cant see.
You can go to hell.
And thats one thing apon me my imaginary friends
and my little badass tinker agree.
Oct 18, 2009
Oct 18, 2009 at 11:55 AM UTC
The way you loved him
Fast
Wreckless
Crazy
Was unhealthy
The way I loved him
Carefully
Splendidly
Fearlessly
Was heaven
So why
is he sticking around
to be with you
for longer
for more
forever
Why am I here
yet again
on the
side
lines
Watching a game
I could be winning
but instead
I have to cheer for
the opposing team
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
I dyed my hair ash brown
Ironed it
harsh and fierce
I cut thick forest bangs
that hide my angry brows
and flirt with my long
black lashes
I dipped my brush
in bursting green
and painted my lids
to disguise the navy
emptiness
within me
I stained my lips roaring red
matching the words
that I hide, tongue to cheek
Nasty verbs and abashed adjectives
want badly to sneak out
and terrorize your every insecurity
I bleached every tiny tooth
bright wicked white
to flash towards terrible
wreckless superficial you
I lost five pounds
to fit into my saphire body-icon
attire
and don't worry, darling
my ******* are still naturally
huge and angry
from being objectified by you, *******
and I know that every
******* person
will think I'm a
goddess
model
queen
moviestar
and **** I'll look like one and flourish
you will merely turn your head away
while I head to the bathroom
like a lush loser
cursing your ways viciously at the door
of your ******* gay boy bar stall
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
I heard term "Body of God"
I thought it was kind of odd
What is this "Body of God?"
Cells running around doing jobs
Perception is prone to deception..I've taken LSD
A mind can bend..see false reality
Is it far fetched that we all can be cells?
Constantly connecting creating our own hells
Hmm...I feel it in my bones
Communities thriving..Kings sitting on thrones
Are we created in the image of The Lord?
Minds refined sharp as a sword
Elevating becoming one with truth
Scars accumulated from wreckless youth
Some inside they don't display
Still they never go away
In death we rest in earth were sewn
Souls trapped in a heart of bone
Creates a garden full of Death's sod
Be the flowers that bloom from The Body of God..
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
I'm never violent
unless it's self-inflicted
**** me for feeling
something
worthy of a heartbeat
right?
Pulsating my wrists
to my fists
and unleash vibrations
in a caustic manner
I will destroy the dreams
of Darling Wreckless,
wracking my brain
like Mara's
malicious temptations
A self-destructive
sequence
in a God-mode
fashion
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Focusing straight ahead, unfocused, as
sound waves pleasure my ears.
Unconsciously conscious as
wind slaps my face with life.
Freely taking mandatory curves as
heat permeates my being.
Arriving oriented, confused as
the clouds uncloud my vision.
A journey's end, a beginning as
I ponder "how did I get here?"
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
I fell in love with a boy by the bayside whose mouth tasted like sour apples in a way i never thought so beautiful. And I'm sorry it was never you, you always tasted bitter and burned. But there's something you need to understand,that my existence has wracking side effects and scars on my skin are only a classroom of pain. Your tears always found a way in, and leaked onto my heart, playing a sad song about wishing wells and shooting stars and formed words on my tongue like four leaf clovers. And you still haven't apologized for emptying my lake of happiness and replacing it with rocks of sadness and filling my pockets with pebbles. A man once told me that anyone good for me would never hurt me. And i suddenly forgot that, when your eyes turned to icy corridors and your hands, tightened leather. I only wanted to melt away the emptiness in your irises and break away from the distraught grip. But didn't anyone ever tell you can't just set thing on fire because you like to watch ash float in the wind? You were always so wreckless. With my bleeding heart in your hands all you could mutter was, "I made a mess." All you could do was walk away with clenched fists leaving me on the ground trying to pick up shards of glass, ribbons of tears, and pieces of the moon; essentially you left me to salvage the pieces of myself. The truth is, you left me there in the dark. And i haven't emerged.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
I was kinetic
Tired, frenetic
Wasting alone in my room
Three years gone
You hooked my attention
I braced for affection
Flooded the halls
I was so blind to the care in your voice
All I could see was your hair and your throat
Gripping to sever my lack
I bit as deep as I could
I wanted your blood
Because it glowed with warmth
I just didn’t care anymore
Hope is an addict
Roaming the attics
Of memories long gone
Love is relentless
Lust is wreckless
I’m selfish to the core
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
Pain is the secrets you keep
from those you love
Pain is your only connection
to this world
Pain is a friend
Pain is known to hurt
Pain is a warning
Pain isn't fair
it tells the wreckless
Oh don't you dare
Pain is an emotion
Pain is love
it doesn't need a commotion
to try and break our hearts
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
Corroding off in wreckless control
Repeated lines stretching infinitely in ambiguity
Sharp muscle relaxant mistakes
As we career off the road
Into a ravenous singularity
We are unforgiving, cynical yet synthetically joyous
Quick to pardon
Whipped with a gold leash
Delicate, leaves, Celtic music
Rubik's cubes in our throats
We're ready to let love in, willing
Nova tech, drunk masks and indication
Indignation, we clutch, we fail
Partial to conditions
Stones out of focus
Accelerate
Engines bleed borders
You are the free way
Impotent with quartz remnants
Ruins to our fantasy
You hide history
Covered in my burrow
Braking until necks break & bags burst
Powdered hair, liquid lips
Let's drive home
Go beyond the limit
Break each others bones
And crush our entities
Suffocate on suffixes
Her explanation acquits the doubt
As we appear closer than we may actually be
Industrial stacks stretch towards invisibility
Letting go of their concentrate
Gelatin mind
levitate into connection
Cups turned upside down
Entrapping ego in near vacuum
Aqua ducts bouncing off feline eyes
2 & a 4
Perfect air in a foreign atmosphere
Spinned on axis, ways to conduct
Your supply
Secede madness
Eternal order
Lungs sharply inhale with uncertainty
Hydroplaning your attempts at adultery
Decision was never your thing
Unmoving at every turn
Passion with objects
Reactions flicker between humility
It gives gifts
Your skin melts to the touch
Chocolate in magma
Molten sound deafens drench
Jealous mess, dividend
Hugging and dripping black with stability
Back, holy scripture written with integration
Sealed with treachery, acetate photography
Capturing clear innocence
Boredom and sinfulness
Spiked militant
Pencil drawn neuroses, veil
Bow down to schematics, we're radar
Sonar structure solar
It's all part of the process
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
you give me these rules to follow what do you Want me to write,
it says write about what I fell of pain,
darkness,
Sadness using words that I've Never Uttered or said..
When you say write what you feel thats what I've been doing wrather you give me an
F or an A for these assignments,
These are the ways that I feel.
You want me to write something Sad:
catch me on a Sad Day,
You want me to write something Dark:
Catch me on a Dark Day,
Want me to Write something Hateful:
Catch me on a Hateful Day,
want me to write something Sweet:
Catch me on a Sweet Day,
To write something Freaky:
Catch me on a Freaky day,
To write something Deathly Insane:
Well this one I just learned you gotta Catch me with a Question or a Simple Title
Havin me think of dark and Death Days
that Drag out into intense bleeding
and fulfilling
Abandonment issues toward myself;
A deep dark wreckless,
Careless secret toward myself,
thinking and contemplating What if I was to bring the Darkness to a full salute would I be me,
Would I be a Murderer,
Would I be an Assasin for Hire,
what would my life be like if I were to do that but alas I dont wanna find out that is why I stay me cause
I believe if I bring that darkness to a
full salute my Life as I know it will turn
Chaotic with no amount of Greatness
but for death and decay,
The Hatred to my Love,
The Death to my Life,
the Wrong to my Right,
The Loneliness to the Togetherness,
The Yang to my Yin,
The Sadness to my Happiness.
So I guess in writing Do I get it now?
Do I let this other side out for a full day not gaining any amount of light to that day...
My Beast to my Gentalmen,
My Ingnorance to my Intellagence,
My Negative to my Possitive,
My Villian to my Hero,
My Rags to my Riches,
My Shade to my Shine,
My Impure to my Pure,
My Jekyl to my Hyde,
My Insane to my Sane,
My Padded Dark Room to my Clean Sunshine in place of Life,
So did I do it?
Have I uttered what has been dorment inside me for the Longest?
Maybe my Fist to my Mouth,
Maybe my False to my True,
My Body too my Brains,
My Unresraints to my Discipline,
Silence to my Spoken,
****** to my Protect,
What do I do,
Just for one day.
My Slave to my Free Man,
What do I do?
My Loose tongue to Knowing when to shut-up
Wha do you want me to say?
My Riot to my Gaurd,
How should I act?
My Without to my With You,
Would you stay?
My Demise to my Negotiation to Live,
How should I feel?
My Killer to my Protector
What should I do?
My Worst to my Great,
How should I stand?
All these Questions within myself for myself....
If Only for a Day I should go crazy,
Would you stay?
If only for a Day iI Lose Control would you still Love me ?
Chris I need to Know what do you want me to do,
to say,
to be,
to act,
to believe?
Im talking to you,
What would you have me do?
Chris What shall we do its up to you now,
its always been.
As to my Beautifull Empress,
Our Babies,
and Our Unborns
Supports Me and keeps me Sane and Intensly
In Love with Her in all the Glory that is Life...
I LOVE YOU
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
Wreckless love will do no good
With a one sided die, painted faceless white
Not a chance comes from all the throws you could do
Just familiar movement, to a dead end sight
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
"Restless” is my middle name.
“Less rest” is my religion.
“Wrestle less” is what I need to do with my emotions.
“West, West” is my destination.
“South, South” couldn’t hurt.
“Rentless” is how I want to live.
“Less rent” doesn’t always cost you less $. There are other ways of paying.
“Wreckless” but not anymore.
“Red Lens” in your rose colored glasses.
That you lost.
Here they are, five-ten, one sixty-five.
Don’t lose ‘em this time.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
adrenaline rush
drugs that keep us high in the clouds
cigarettes that light up our lungs
alcohol that burns us from the inside
we harm ourselves to feel something
we **** ourselves to feel alive
because once you've felt numb inside
there's no turning back
and you'll fear every living day that it will come back
and when it does
it will crush you
it will tear you apart
that's why we are the wreckless, we are the wild ones
we are the youth that fears nothing more than the nothing that'll make us the repressed ones
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
She taught me,
ultraviolence,
ticking, clockwork,
orange
standing in the sea, unafraid
of the
ferocity of waves, hitting
shores, bodies dragged
delving,
digging,
deeper to the roots,
souls buried,
hearing, I am hearing them,
scream,
the sky opens, filling oceans
poison, killing,
softly, wreckless
pouring that hope, a rope
strangles at love,
outcomes,
inevitability as consequence,
oh, the bamboo
piercing bleeding skin,
punctured,
gashes flooding sirens,
road **** eaten away,
vultures,
offering the,
only
company.
© Sia Jane
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
I got my first note at the age of 18.
From the democratic bar.a small bottle of white cane ***
Smoked.my first.splif the week before.
My second message washed ashore many years later.
The first message came with a P.S.
P.S.the room is going to spin til you heave **
And the floor is going to follow suit
Three years later
Peppermint schnaps.
Sweet charms ... heave ** again.
Third message washed up on the beach round midnight.
Happy new.year champ.
Pink champagne is one hell of a vamp.
There have been a few more.
Wreckless.
Trips.
I let them wash up and back with the outgoing tide
Decades have passed .
I stopped feeling rumy
Messages in bottles.
Don't give me a lift.
They just bobble and drift.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
like a fireplace she gave me a spark, knowing I needed the light.
Starting as just a ember, I soon became Bright, It was to Her, in which I surrendered.
she watched me patiently, despite the pain on which I brought her, because of the choices I made, I should have been stronger. she is always forgiving, and always understanding, no matter who you are, She thought my old activites, where quite bizzare.
I was wreckless, selfish on how I act, She said that "it was responsibiliy that I had lacked". I gave her arrogance, I gave her attitude, I made her worry, she laughed and joked on how this would be a journey.
She looks for answers she could not find above, she give me hope, she gives me meaning, She is Love.
By now I've began to notice, with a small diagnosis, that she begins to cave, because she is human to, she became emotions slave.
I was not the reason, for I know her inside and out, I was by her side, without a doubt.
Wanting to give back that spark she gave me oh so long ago,
I reach out to her, trying to feed her dying flame, It was the constant barrage of feelings that where to blame.
So I sit here trying to rekindle her heart, but with the current obstacles, we slowly drifted apart.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
mmm i should’ve
kissedyou at night
and mmm i shouldve
kissedyou in
th emorning
and i woke up
thinking about
it that’s all, you
and me under
my duvet, your
arm touching
my belly. i
remember in
the morning i
almost wanted you
to have morning
wood but there
was nothing and
i wanted to kiss you
we could be drunk and
wreckless with one
anothers hearts and
letsbe sober and hold
hands and giggle like
we dont know who
we should tell:
lets tell our best friend
lets tell nooone
teach me how to be happy
being silent, that magic
what do i want i don’t know
i don’t know you
i just want to kiss you
i think this poem
doesn’t matter
after the first
stanza because that’s
all i wanted to say;
i wrote a lot more
but it all means
mmmmmm
i should’ve
kissedyou
at night
and
mmmmmm
i shouldve
kissedyou
in th emorning
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
In summer night's air kissed her hair still as death.
Like wolfs to a pack and moths to a flame we were drawn to the
madness just the same.
A thrill shared wreckless sings within the foolish
and prays apon the weak.
And so she saw a vision so very unclear.
Yerned to taste the demon yet never kiss the flame.
Faded tail light the ride always cast lighting from passions heat.
calm within the chaos her screams bleed through even still.
Night as backdrop velvet crushed my reason.
I closed the coffin and bid farewell.
So begins my killing season.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
So how about I do tumblr
And you do my assignment
And then we meet later
And drink wine
To counter the caffeine
That buzzes now
And how about M--- come too,
And A--- mayhap,
And we have a merry old’
Delving into the reckless
(Delving into the wreckless)
So how about it then?
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
So it seems now he has chosen
And I am not the winner
The lucky girl that he will ask,
"Want to go out for dinner?"
This should have been expected.
I should have seen it coming.
It's obvious that this dear boy
did not want me in the ending.
This is not a first.
It might not be the last.
When boys like him
see girls like me
they run out very fast.
What is it I'm lacking?
What don't I have to offer?
I've given up my heart to him
And now it's been strucked with
thunder
In the end, it is my fault
I had to know the truth
And though it hurts
with a burning fury
it's taught me in my youth.
At least I did not go on
thinking I still had a chance
And to embarass myself
Just so he would laugh
Although I know
He holds no intrest of me
That does not mean I can't
admire from afar
and enjoy what I see.
Because in all truth,
he is like no other
boy I've ever known.
And I want for him
happiness
to spring within him
and grow.
I will attempt at friendliness,
for I do not wish to lose him.
That, I think would be worse,
than to never see him.
And if his heart gets broken
by some wreckless, evil girl,
I'll be here to help him
and bring brightness
to his world.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
passing by the roadblocks
of those utterly devoid of inspiration
I grind my gears in frantic agony
through artless days and pastel nites
the last drops of forbidden nectar looms
far back on the parody of my tongue
and I asleep in the drivers seat...listening
to the horrid sound
my gear teeth clinched hard
to placate the need by the promise
of gold plated plastic ornamentation
fulfilling the impossible climb
the austere instigator of forgotten melodies
slides closed the gateway ahead
in clear violation of the unwritten laws
that govern all worthwhile endeavor
now those gates wreak of cynical deviance
nirvana open to all who seek to reach the peak
so far beyond impossibility ...wide open
by bane of fence.. no recompense for that gate
with my tongue overhung from morose overdose
in failed attempts of finding the trace
of even the most scant memory
now lies frozen in the throes
of twisted convolutions
while my nostrils fill with acrid smoke
as gear teeth commence to melt
suspended halfway up the impossible climb
I am pushing hard the acceleration
aided by the rigor mortis of my seizure
asleep at the wheel with all wheels grinding
while those below the uninspired guardians
stare up in unimpressed confusion
where fire and smoke screams of agony
as the dream possessed begins to melt
reaching critical mass of inevitability
caught between the high mark of false sanction
and a bottom of craggy rock distortion
like a monsters teeth and open maw
awaiting with patient disregard
at the wheel the visionary sleeps
amid symbolic ritualistic boundaries
od'D on the wreckless need
for heights not guaranteed
but out on the windswept plains
of wordless twists and rigid tongue
the flaming mass shudders to that
unrelenting silent rage of aberration
then begins the tumble to the patient maw
the message flashes through
the sudden adrenaline flooded brain cells
like the flashing signs of hiway construction
last message passing by
in bright flashing neon
tomorrow will bring inspired risktakers
who now know the starting pattern
because I can say I made it beyond
all odds where none before have gone
by passing the dreaded roadblocks
at the far end of human imagination.
I od"D on the wreckless need
for heights not guaranteed .
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.
A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.
The lights in the street hide all but the truth my
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your fear.
In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.
That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.
Can you wash away there stench as from
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles
sing a lullaby to the lost.
Is this hell or a nightmare that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they
can depend.
she falls to the floor a lost look needle
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.
She was a junkie and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.
She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.
Nov 19, 2009
Nov 19, 2009 at 12:10 PM UTC