"zoned" poems
Sports have rules
Down to every little detail
Zoned in and ready to go
You do this and this happens
There are memorized plays
Your mind reacts automatically
Rules
Every game has them
I'm good at body control
Now, controlling my emotions
That's a different story
I wish life was as easy as sports
In life, theres endless possibilities
You do this and you have no idea what happens
Baseball, volleyball, and hockey
I can play all day long
Life
I'm sick of it already
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Violet, like the bruises you've hidden.
Indigo, like the dark circles you've overwritten.
Blue, like the opinions they've seen zoned.
Green, like the jealousy you've known.
Yellow, like the golden cage you fly in.
Orange, like the red flags you've seen.
Red, like paint when you bleed.
Do we add colour to your life,
Or do you colour ours?
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC
**The allure of everything bad
The allure of vices that nullify circumstances which make living seem sad
The 'Hollywood' cigarette, the hard liquor... ******* crystal ****
All very romanticized but in reality, isn't that really just a self-induced slow death?
We don't talk about it, until we watch from the sidelines
If only for a second
When partaking one repeats quotes like 'it is what it is'
'I am not a quitter'
You've built up a tolerance for one, so you beckon
The bartender to pour you a second
Social trend like a hot topic on twitter
So now you want more
You ignorantly jab the needle inside you like you don't know what your signing up for
In a sense you don't, for you choose not to
Addiction entraps... but who?
Not you
And the moment you decide to go cold turkey
It appears more enticing in another movie, or in the hands of a fellow druggie
Impossible to reject
Relapse... rubber band effect
Yet even he that doesn't use gets a little curious
One day the stress becomes too much to handle, he's peeved
He's furious
He's heard of pills sold over the counter, and also of those available from dusty cobwebbed shelves
By dealers with hollowed out eyes, ghosts of their former selves
In an alternate reality
Where 'it's all good'
It's all about finding solace in one happy, high family... 'It's all hood'
A distorted image of zoned out smiling faces
Floating around in temporary elation
These vices have comforted and haunted many, way before our so called 'X-rated generation'
The druggie, the alcoholic or the *** addict you see... could be your's or someone else's dad
Or it could very well be you or me
Seduced by the allure of everything bad
I write this expecting it to be misunderstood by many...
For a judgement between bad and good
I myself could be affiliated to one of these vices... or many
Someone reading this may have already renamed it 'The allure of everything good'.**
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 4:01 AM UTC
everyone has that place their mind wanders to whenever boredom strikes, or whenever they become "zoned out"
mine?
my mind always imagines a ballerina in black, doing pirouette turns over and over again
it's especially vivid whenever i'm listening to music
over and over, round and round
i only realized this today, & it made me wonder why my mind always drifted there
i thought about it until i realized
how fitting
my conscious mind is always turning in circles
so of course my subconscious mind would, too
his hands on my body
the reeking smell of alcohol and coercion
my mother's lies
my brother's handshake with the grim reaper
the realization
the humiliation
the first time i told her i hated her
the sting of her palm against my face
my father's alcohol problem
i can't escape alcohol
my alcohol problem
the feel of the blade against my skin
the sterile smell of the crisis unit
everyone's willingness to condemn & forget
i don't forget
my body
his breath
her lies
death
humilation
the sting
the alcohol
the blood
the sterility
the pain
the pain
the pain
over and over, round and round
turning constant circles in my head
i fall down
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
Everything in my line of sight goes out of focus
Tired, but not sleepy
Just zoned out
Just tuned... out.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 11:55 PM UTC
what happens when you are so in love with a thought you could never dream.
not like being on a timeout, or friend zoned.
like wishful thinking of a perfect scene, or being.
Can most of us say that we ever truly fell in love at first sight, i can.
i can tell you how the sun shines for the birds and blooms. i can tell you how the diamonds are hand painted into the night sky and even have their own stories.
i can tell you all the angles of the prisms, in the colors of a rainbow.
i can describe in perfect detail sculpted cheekbones and a smile so warm everything
melts inside.
i can say how my heart aches to even be known. in the world, in the universe,
in the front of someone's mind. not just known but really, and truly known by something, anything, anyone.
i can tell you that my soul aches for more...
i can tell you how my life essence is tied to more.....
after everything so far.
i can also tell you that i doubt if anybody even knows my name.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
.
**•atop the mast billows
my wind-tossed rag•grinning skull embla-
zoned proud•the starkness of black upon my flag
•piercing the encroaching sea mist and shroud•her-
ald the sight of the jolly roger • instilling trepidation
in all who sail through my turf • fuelled by the thirst
to pillage and plunder•others before, have sunk into
graves beneath the surf•my salt encrusted timber
creaks a frightening low growl•
my hull would pum- mel thro-
ugh the opposing waves• my sails bloat full trapping
winds that howl•my deck bears the screams
of a thousan- d slaves•know
me, seafarers... i am no legend but
truth•avast! seafarers, i am the tale
that looms•believe me, seafarers for i
am ca- pable of all things**
••• •••
**uncouth •fear me,
seafarers for i am your
doom•you could sail the seas with
the world's most skillful of crew•
you cannot deny the
inevitable
heavy hand of fate•be-
cause once my vessel comes
within view •you would
know for certain that it's already
••••••• •••••••
••••• •••••**
too late•
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I friend-zoned myself, i don't know why
Bitterness i felt, i think this is good bye
My frozen heart has melt, by that sweet lullaby
By this phase i dealt, as a man don't cry
As i lay down through the veldt, i look at the sky
I will wait, i will wait, my princess is waiting.
I will strive, i will strive, the bard is coming.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
When I'm alone at night
Laying in my bed
The demons come out
Attach to my head
The voices whisper
Never knowing what they said
But every time
Fill me with overwhelming dread
My body only has evil fed
And all emotions have completely fled
My grey sight
Has just turned to red
And the rage takes over
Arms turn to bull dozers
Anybody in my path will be run over
I'm a *** addict
Popping perks
Like i gatta have it
Coke in my pocket
Gotta grab it
Your ******* throat
I gotta stab it
Living in poverty
Blinded by hate
Until i can't even see
That demon i hate is me
Deep inside it breathes
Blood it needs
And death it seeks
My cheeks turn red
My head starts to spin
My mouth opens up
No words appear
Constantly trembling in fear
Knowing my death is constantly near
Pills in my pocket
Take them with beer
Start shedding tears
I spit poison
My mind is toxic
My heart is frozen
Brain with no logic
Speak without a topic
My evil is atomic
Zoned out like im bionic
My life is chronically chaotic
And i smoke until im hypnotically psychotic
Stuck in a constant fight or flight
So much dark no hope for light
The darkness has taken over my eye sight
I'm a monster
Prepare for a fright
No bark all bight
And when i attack i come with all my might
Stuck in this eternal night
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
The one who you long for
Evades your eye
You talk to him like nothing
Has changed between you two.
And yet you know,
Deep in the labyrinth
of your aching heart,
You long for this boy like no other.
Ignore these feelings, its the only choice you have.
So ignore them you shall.
Until of course he wants you in return,
Once more.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
Practical shoes on your feet
Squeaky clean vision could be 17
I always thought fashion was cynical
But you tell me it’s how your heart beats from withdrawal
when your marrying your hurt with my button down
It’s so easy to tell you secrets
Especially when you’re full of them
Let’s just end this how it begun
With my tongue
She doesn’t have a boyfriend though
But she ***** like she’s got plans to
Oh God.
She hasn’t had a bad day in ages
She messes around like she has that too
Dressing up zoned out
in a trance
I’m in doubt it’s what’s it’s all about
it’s just a way to get to the next room
you shout, out loud you say
you’re living a puzzle that keeps shifting
your trapped
'It's my way out'
She doesn’t have a boyfriend though
But she ***** like she’s got plans to
Oh God.
She hasn’t had a bad day in ages
She messes around like she has that too
It’s another aroma stuck in my mouth
'It's my way out I'd do it all over again'
Your beating heart says yes yes yes
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
three years,
three years gone.
i'm zoned,
way out,
of this galaxy.
i'm not here,
i'm far away.
so don't come,
knocking on my door.
hey, happiness!
where are you?
sadness and death have already come,
knocking on my door.
i only let ****** come in,
and take control,
but it's you i need.
because you see,
for three years,
i haven't had you near me.
you died.
hey, happiness!
listen to me.
i need you,
come on over.
you left me,
with 'precious' money.
but for all the money,
all the estates,
you left me with,
it still hasn't,
brought you back to me.
if you aren't going to come,
i'm going to meet you.
hi.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
*I write poems
that are dedicated
to people
who will never read it.*
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
An owl she was, searching for a wolf
B my protector, she said
C my surrender, she spread
Do it you won’t regret
Ez for you I,
Fled from my pack
Grabbed my jacket and bag
Home to my nature since time was my dad
I, me, my is all I had
Jealousy around us
Kings would uncrown us
Late was infinite
Minutes were too late
N I already knew
*O you knew?
Please, that’s my
Q
R u ready, because I’m not*
Started it just to stop
Together
U and I are just letters
Vulnerable, I thought
Was looking for her heart but her
X marked the spot
Y I hoped, I don’t know
Zoned back in the orbit I know
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
sweet teathers
so swift to stake
the hair, staying twixt
my throb and zoned fake
a deed unmeasured
so gifted a debate
to love a light to vulture-
breath, the bread of lines,
of the beating of a ruptured quake
1/18/09
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 7:20 AM UTC
I take comfort
from the greasy food
on my plate
hunter gatherer instincts
sated, my eyes search
for campfire flickering flames
and settle on the fish tank
I am zoned
replete
in the cavern
of my own space
my day over
I wait for the miracle
of sunrise
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 7:30 AM UTC
Why does nobody do anything?
Why does nobody do anything?
Live for the weekend
Watch TV
Live for the weekend
Watch TV
Out on the town for the weekend
Watch TV Watch TV
Why does nobody do anything?
Why does nobody do anything?
Escape into your escapism
Get lost in your escapism
Trust in your escapism
Get trapped into escapism
Escape from your escapism
Escape from your self made prison
Escape the acceptance that's arisen
Why does nobody do anything?
Why does nobody do anything?
We're
Drones Robotics
Clones on antibiotics
Zoned hypnotic
Habitually ******
Artificially exotic
Why does nobody do anything?
Why does nobody do anything?
You're watching your *** life on Tv
A package holiday - pretend to be free
Post on Facebook how life should be
Focus your kids on getting a C
Lurching towards you - Hollow eyes
Pale Gaunt - Fed on lies
In systems that we all despise
Because you sat at home on your own
Or In a pub over grub
Or on a phone having a moan
Or a coffee shop pontificating
Or a lecture cleverly debating
Or an artists studio 'creating'
But you didn't ******* do anything did you?
You thought about it
You talked about it
You sat and maybe wrote about it
But you actually DID nought about it
Why does nobody do anything?
Why does nobody do anything?
What if we in our liberal pomposity
Followed up our curiosity
And put an end to a small atrocity
Instead of deliberating the big ones
Stop ******* telling people they're wrong and get off your **** and prove it.
Do something.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
What is reminiscing?
Is it thoughtful, memory-filled wishing?
Is it toxic to one's mind?
Is it safe-zoned distancing?
Two paths to look upon..
one of the past, one of the future
Both with pointed signs
Can't the two just blend,
and make everyone happy, in this world of mine?
What is reminiscing?
Is it a fatal, mind-boggling blow?
To me, it's daydreaming of the past..
and imagining yourself with the things you still don't quite know
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
Put an end
To what I don’t comprehend
All I’ve been is
A son
A brother
A friend
I don’t know nothing else
-JCM-
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
Those eyes.
Those angry, angry eyes.
Those angry eyes are the last thing I see before I sleep.
Inspiring the thought that is there for only just a moment,
and then slips into my subconscious,
Low beneath the surface where it will stay buried and withdrawn
and it is this:
You will always be this way
and I will always have to live with it.
It’s that thing I hate about you and love about you at the same time.
You’re full of passion, you’re zoned in a moment, you let your knobs turn to 11.
Emphatic, impassioned, ****** energy
floats in the spaces between atoms in the world around you.
But when you turn to anger…
I see a madman, with fire in his belly and hate in his heart.
The same man who storms into the flames
and barn burning antics consume his mind.
The switch is on and it won’t turn off,
it is single-handedly the most petrifying disposition you have.
and I know you will always be this way
and I will have to live with it.
and every night as I go to bed,
I hope to God I don’t see
Those angry, angry eyes.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:29 PM UTC
Every ending starts where the next beginning plays
Followed by a rush of people who hurry to be delayed
Absence makes the heart wander for those who cannot wait
For the signal to pick up lines of oblivious candidates
Self-doubt leads to blame leads to truth leads to death
It hides behind your mind to find you blindly obsessed
You don't know why it fails when then you were best
At leaving a place with another, now you're one less
Are you lost or just lonely?
You stay up all night thinking, “If only...”?
Ghosts of Desperation holding
You in a choke hold; is it warming
You all up from the inside?
Casting half-laughs staring wide-eyed
Ghosts of Self-Pity abide to reside
In that choke hold redefine pride
Why are you not happy solo?
Don't give excuses like “I'm friend-zoned”
Why put her in a choke hold?
Afraid to let go and leave her throat cold?
Get off my stool let me drink alone
No, Lady my heart is not sold
Laughing at my jokes does not make you gold
You're drunk and embittered: self-taught choke hold
Why do I feel so god **** tense?
Pasts present my present paid penance
One more drink then I'll go home
Six more to numb my damning sold soul
Liquid hubris raise my confidence
Make us all feel less incompetent
Let our veracious selves go unfold
Transgressions greet us with your choke hold
Let's frolic in our loss of breathing
We like the taste and we're not leaving
Alcoholic for this scheming
Forget your lives live like you're dreaming
In love with ideas in lieu of reality
Make us feel like we are the normality
One knight stands with armor rusting
Lusting for the din; it's rushing
Popped collar Icarus:
Get into the choke hold
Self harmer ichor blessed:
Get into the choke hold
Lost soul navigator:
Get into a choke hold
Ex marks the *** for later:
Get into a choke hold
Ice cold analyzer:
Get into a choke hold
Wise tending ***** prescriber:
Get into a choke hold
Fate maker pushed and pulled:
Get into a choke hold
Let this story to be told:
Let's get into a choke hold!
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
" A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT WITHIN A THOUGHT"
I remembered the other day while staring out of a car window
looking west
that i couldn't see up close.
I guess its like a thing i have
eye doctors say is either near sighted or far sighted.
anyway
I thought it could be quite the metaphor
like how i kinda cant see what i have till its gone
or maybe
it connects with art an perspective
like its really all where you stand
or position yourself
I mean, how can you really think you get a thing
or painting if you will
and feel confident enough to slap a label on it
predefining everything it is or could be
until you see it from all angles.
*Then when i took that thought and made it abstract
I found myself in new angles
that i didnt even know existed
often enough
to know that
in myself i lack to say
I get.
*I think the beauty is in the undefinable,
unbelievable
maybe let it be
unknown.
Dazzled in catching yourself
in sudden observation
the kind where you're not sure how long you could have been zoned out
suddenly realizing whats in front of you.
*out a window facing west
a view
my view
narrows in tunnel vision
on the rearview mirror
reminding me of what i cant see
objects in mirror are closer than they appear
and i got to thinkin
if I were to have labeled that rearview mirror
or any maybe all rearview mirrors including metaphorical ones
It woulda probably went along the lines of something
**step outside yourself and meet at a coffee shop
I wish you luck**
_ _ for the more cynical sailor mouthed_ _
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC