Best Random Thought Poems
I think that we forget how to be human, after awhile.
Our feelings harden, due to the other non human beings who cause us to build
walls. These walls tend to keep out the actual humans who, just maybe, love us.
The innocent who, just maybe, love us are also hardened because of the
inhumane treatment put on upon by the first party.
In conclusion: This goes around and around and around. Humans causing each
other to hate, fear, and harden.
Whats up killer
JP
whats good my nig,
how u been??
Bj
Aww man survivin'.!!
doing this writing thing...
JP
word,
survivin' is hard nowadays.
Bj
I have no children of my own man,
none!!
Thirty approaches...
JP
damn son, I got three. 8,5 & 4
my daughter, she is 8, and I have two boys.
They are my heart and soul,
The three things I was ever any good at.
Bj
That's good my nig, strong just like their daddy
I imagine..
JP
You know it, gonna be street & book smart!!
Just like their daddy...LOL
Bj
Word.... got to be that way nowadays...
JP
I have seen the problems that revolve around something so beautiful
as making a child, friends and family play victim. I've watched the heartache
as it matured into meltdown... I know she is around the corner bro...
Plenty of appetizers never a main course
you feel me?
JP
I hear you!!
going thru it now my nig, babymamma is retarded!!!
Bj
Now you know.....
Yeah you know you'll take her back!!!
because she is retarded...
Deep down bro,
you know that is what you love about her!!!
your creations are part her...
Like it or not bro....
JP
No response. . . . . . .
I think I pissed him off...
My bad bro
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Jared Pickett
3/08/2010
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Sometimes I can't breathe
Some people call it asthma
I call it heartache
the crystal smears
the seeker's vision distorts
clarity lost
We will never get what
we deserve
from the world we live in
We will never get what
we dream
from the mind we think in
We will never get what
we love
from the heart we feel in
We will never get what
we need
from the body we walk in
Until there is
nothing that we want
We will never
get what we deserve
A random thought, strange lines are drawn
Starbursts exploding in the brain
Parallel pathways amp the gain
From small to shrimp, from shrimp to prawns
Tangentially, another dawns
Möbius-like, it loops again,
a random thought.
Eternal Now, it is explained,
sees ere I was till long past gone.
Now that’s a thought to linger on…
So did I now just entertain
a random thought?
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A Rondine: abbaabRbaabR
To come up with poetry
Off the top of my head
Is my gift to you
From the poems you have read
Just random thoughts that go
through my head
Hoping to uplift and inspire with
these words that are said
I live life it doesn't live me
So i cherish the second chance that
was given to me
Though life is a gift for some it's a
charge but even in doubt i keep going
hard
Through these words i breathe life
And paint pictures for most for all to
enjoy no matter what coast
Since we live in the last days
Knowing the end is so close
Form:
A random thought invasion
Drove me to my knees
I questioned if my very sanity
Was about to up and leave
It gnawed at me incessantly
Like a rat on moldy cheese
It felt like a vice grip on my soul
And wouldn't let me be
I could feel it coursing through my brain
Like earthworms trying to find a home
I screamed desperately for some help
But it's just me here all alone.
Four shots of whiskey later
I drown out the constant roar
My random thought has retreated
But will return tomorrow for more
The way that our sun is seen from many different positions
And is known by many different names across the universe
So are you
But just like our sun only a relative few know you up close
And while the others may admire you from afar
Only those few have truly realized all of the warmth and the light you can bring.
Form:
I have seem plants on the brink of death,
Yellow and wilting, with limp stems losing the battle against gravity
And yet I have seen these same plants thrive again
I have seen them rebound and stand erect, flourishing in the sunlight
And if they can regain their vitality, then so can I.
Form:
Nonetheless
I refer to you and frankly I cannot stop.
I once heard a gypsy sing not anything of this world.
I doubt her song was for me.
Nonetheless
I referred to her almost immediately.
Unapologetically removing myself from conclusion.
Frankly I just love hearing her talk.
Going from place to place.
Retrospection
It's very likely I never once moved.
Referring to her for immediate assistance.
Establishing chair in wait.
Youthful eyes wild & free.
Unable to tame the sunset.
Her sense of freedom.
Not anything of this world
I don’t know why it happened
I can’t turn back the clock
My journey will continue on
Once I’m over the shock
Your lies were so convincing
And I was so naïve
Forever so forgiving
I allowed you to deceive
But what I really wanted
Was a place where I could be
Safe from hurt and harm
A place that does not exist
For I will always be there
My own worst enemy
The walls I built in my defence
They’ll be the death of me
They’ve now become my prison
And I must stand alone
The judge and jury and defence
For sins I can’t atone
A waste of space
A laughing stock
A loser and a sinner
A lost and lonely human being
Craving to be a winner
For no-one will accept me
just the way I am
my flawed and perfect energy
inseparable from you
Blossoming forth,
is a new idea,
a new perception,
a family of trees,
standing, like living monuments,
attesting to the great majesty of nature,
a triumph over our own baby steps into achieving solidarity,
here nations still quarrel,
and eventually fall,
us grey, nature green;
for the elements were not meant to be seen,
buildings stand like murderous mountains,
smothering the earth,
and one begins to wonder why,
why would nature spring us forth,
if we so seek to murder her.
As I lay here, in the grass
watching the stars, wondering who else will pass
under these stars this very night
the sun, so very bright,
comes over the horizon, orange and yellow,
as I wonder about my fellow
humans, wandering around this earth without purpose, about death and destruction,
about man, and his function,
in this world of misery and woe
as man is his only foe,
started with clubs, and it ends with a gun
while man kills his own, he kills all the fun
of living
of loving
of breathing
of thinking
of life
some with a gun, some with a knife,
my only wish for this world,
is to be with that special girl,
if the world were to fall to chaos,
for all the flaws
that man himself has...
I can't believe I thought of all that while laying here, in the grass
Form:
Life isn't giving me too much
I don't really mind though
Because I know I've never actually tried to get anything out of life
I guess we have a mutual understanding of nothing
Sure, I want to adventure,
to explore,
fight
love
lust
steal
give
and feel all the true emotions I've never even come close to
But here I sit in my childhood home nearly 2 decades later...
...not really my childhood home,
but why not?
Every new place feels the same as the last,
I just have different memories connected to certain places
I have lived in so many places that no one
ever had a chance to truely feel like home
So here I am,
homeless,
with no ambition
or excitement
so what the hell has kept me going all this time
simple...
...it's a girl.
Form: