Best Unorganized Poems
Messy is spilling her drinks in my car
Curious keeps asking me questions
Bossy is telling me ways to go
Because unorganized just lost our directions.
Impatient is complaining she’s tired of waiting
At the red light she’s telling me to go
Vain just took my rear view mirror
To brush her hair real slow.
Excited is jumping up and down in his seat
While discouraged keeps telling him to keep calm
Talkative is telling me a bunch of nothings
While annoying keeps tapping my arm.
I’m on this road, with a bunch of emotions
And I’m lost between my routes
I stop the car in the middle of no where
And I yell “EVERYONE GET OUT”.
“I can’t keep driving in this car full of emotions
And I don’t even know where we are”.
They all start to snicker, I turn around
Sneaky just stole the car.
My Unorganized Chaos..
My daily unpredictable unorganized life started with the pile of things that...
If I really thought about it I would try to make it better but instead of cleaning I just sat..
And reminisced about what each thing meant to me and a tear or two did flow..
Because my pile of chaos is how my daily life seems to go..
As I pick up a picture or a petal from a flower that you once gave to me..
I can understand how it must look to others who don't know and can't possibly see..
That underneath all of this "stuff" is who I really am because I..
Am just a girl trying to hold on to memories as long as I can and try..
To take pictures in my mind of the past and the good times had by..
Holding on to the trinkets whether they are big or small..
But now it's time to go through them because I no longer have room for them all...
Now don't be fooled by the clean up because it doesn't mean that my cluster will change...
I guarantee it will build up again and most definitely in the same large range..
If you catch me tomorrow and I may look like I have it all under control but then..
Catch me the very next week and my pile will begin to grow all over again..
Buffy Sammons..
The lock clicks,
And the apartment is left lifeless.
Each piece of furniture lining the walls,
Is lifeless under winters' creeping touch.
The T.V. was left on,
Playing reruns of "Dukes of Hazard".
Silently it flashes in the background.
A blanket is unfolded on the tannish stained couch,
And a pillow rests near the arm.
Crumbs lead from the small living area to the smaller kitchen.
A bowl sits on the counter,
Holding milk from cereal this morning.
The milk is warm now.
One of the drawers is left ajar,
Plastic silverware is unorganized within.
The mess of the kitchen leads into the smallish bedroom
One bed; unmade.
A small chestnut dresser, with clothes hanging from the drawers.
Some trinkets clutter and a coasterless cup stains the wood.
A towel has been thrown across the hardly carpeted floor,
Leading into the minuscule bathroom.
It is still steamy from a shower in the morning.
A grungy toothbrush rests on the counter by the nearly empty toothpaste tube.
The rusty shower head drips.
Plinking into the hair clogged drain.
It drips and drops, drips and drops,
But no one is there to hear it.
I wrote some words today and showed them to a stranger.
They guided me in terms of semantics, definition, and faith:
Saying: 'Pride is freedom."
I listened intently for the constructive criticism of my ideas:
My poetry is not a subjective flow of concepts, unorganized and free!
I am bound and constrained to 'real conditions and real claims,'
and tethered to... being an amateur.
I heard, I was analyzing philosophy and fell
short of the correct interpretation, according to. . .
Someone that knows better than I.
Let me take this constructive, enlightening criticism to heart;
May it guide me around the corners of a tight box, structured and pre-defined.
Hold me fast to a metric leash, familiar to the ear and approved by literary critics.
Thank you for shutting the door of my cage when I tried to sing;
I will be more quiet in the future, mimicking the style of dead poets.
It's silent
except for the buzzing
of the flourescent lights
in this deserted classroom.
I should be studying
but my thoughts keep drifting
back to our talk.
Is it possible
to make time for ''us''
without taking from ''them''?
You're so heavy on my mind
that the Behaviorist Theory
really seems irrelevant.
We both know
we've lost focus.
We admit
that everything else
comes first.
Lifes daily turmoils...
Can't we leave it all
for one day?
How do people do it?
Their lives are packed
full at every minute
yet they still manage
to spend time alone
together.
Does it take a special
kind of person?
Are we just too
unorganized to manage this?
If only for a moment
I want to look
into your eyes
and fall in love
again.
I want to lose myself
in the dark mystery
of those brown eyes
that have watched me
change from a child
to a woman.
The buzzing
of the flourescent lights
remind me
that I only have 2 days
to study.
You're still heavy on my mind.
laying in bed at 11:42 pm and I cannot seem to funnel out the darkest thoughts
my brain is racing a million miles an hour and no matter how hard I try no amount of tears will form a river to wash all of my regrets in
I am often confused as to how turning the lights off can make spiders dance across the ceiling
perhaps it's because the light switch on my wall is connected to the light switch in my mind
because when one is flipped, so is the other
my mind quickly becomes unorganized and it stumbles on thoughts like a drunken man slurs his words
I close my door to block out the hallway light in an attempt to fall asleep, but once again for some reason my brain cannot distinguish itself from the physical matter in my house, so my mind closes a door as well
it locks the handle and prevents all light from entering and any darkness from leaving and I'm unable to escape
when I pull my curtains open and the sun wishes me a good morning by casting its light onto the floorboards I wonder why I was so scared the night before
it must be because the curtains of my mind are opened
and I can't help but wonder why I am connected to physical actions
because everything I seem to do reflects in my brain despite having no mirror in sight
and in the day my thoughts build a barrier with lots of windows that only welcome joy
and the insanity of being whisked away by sadness in the middle of the night is almost laughable
I do not comprehend why my brain feels the need to be a shapeshifter and conform to the earth's rotation because I think my life would be easier if it could learn to survive on its own
but until then I will continue to try make my body my home so I can have a radiant garden for my mind to flourish in
You are the world which coping me
The chamber of my sanity
The big safety box of my true stories
Place where I could lean and dwell beyond the life series
I believed in God and His mercy was giving me some clue
On my fragility prayers, He led me on you
You are the best gift of my life which I cannot compare
The true recovery was earned by the silent of my share
Pieces by pieces pilled up on your verses
Unorganized as if it was collided and barely in worthless
You keep your line as you want me to complete the puzzles
You give the blank page while I give you some variant tussles
You give me freedom on my bitter sweet
You let me spill out all the wastes of those filth
I owe you my half life, I owe you my sanity
Thank you for keeping my color and be the wisdom as a poetry
Past the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
A turtle wins a race on the slowest of a roll
There are dusty emotions compiled in an unorganized stack
Next to a wallflower that is blooming in the pitch black
Thoughts swirl that I do not wish to share
Wordless eyes give meaning to a blank stare
A formulation's absorption is in the process of assimilation
Aspects are broke down on the road that I've taken
I store horrible things that I should have let go
“I told you so” resonates in a tired echo
There are letters unopened from a man twice bitten
That contain beautiful paper with words yet written
A song bird sings a jaded tune dubbed mercy
Glasses of water do not get poured for the thirsty
In a society so full of the empty headed
My words sink in akin to a tick embedded
There is nothing left to do except to pay the toll
When found in the furthest reaches of the Mad Hatter's soul
9/12/16
Soft and quiet one moment,
Rough and demanding the next.
Underminded and distant another moment,
Outspoken and won't let go seconds later.
Put together and thoughtful after mere minutes,
Unorganized and jumbled awkwardly after.
He has no excuse as to why,
But I do.
My boyfriend is an oxymoron,
When it comes to me.
If your ultimate goal is a poetry prize,
there are things you must do without compromise.
I had entered some work at considerable cost,
with no clue at all as to why I had lost.
So, I read all the ones recognized in the past,
seeking form and design for words I could cast.
That’s when I discovered a key to their prose;
illogical thoughts in unorganized rows.
Start with an outlandish, irrelevant line,
then something arbitrary to confuse the design.
Like, “In the beginning the ending was near”
or, “We basked in an ardent recollection of fear.”
Conclude with some incomprehensible phrase,
like, “The prolific embrace of our foregone days.”
Don’t finish ideas in these literary events,
and avoid any phrases that seem to make sense.
What they don’t understand, becomes a “deep thought.”
In depth they will ponder what meaning you sought.
They'll scoff if you've written a limerick or rhyme,
then cast it aside as a “waste of their time.”
I'll likely be banned, or be forced to concede,
but I'm sharing the secret it takes to succeed;
don't stress over structure, don’t fret about flow,
use thoughts you don’t have and words you don’t know.
This was a fun piece I wrote after reading a $20,000 prize winning poem about brass
braziers that made absolutely no sense.
something inside of me tingles
pin pricks of excitement
a feeling i do not recognize
i answer to no one for i am wild
being tamed only by the the intentions and expectations of those i love
for the first time in so long i am free to love back
despite the things you said about them
despite the imperfect way they say " Andi don't"
I can see the pink yellow and orange in "Andi don't"
you are still here but you look different to me now
younger and smaller and stranger
I see you stomping airplanes
i see you tears despite
I see it change
clouds of chaos clear
I am my own superior
and I judge myself harshly
But I see tickles
and i see children laughing
and I critique myself a little more kindly
I have made improvement ma'am I need from you a raise
My bank was robbed for years and years
a deposit must be made
Oh i deserve it have no fear
My hours are longer there are no days off
but still i smile anyway
still i persevere
I am swift and strong and diligent
the old organization controls me no longer
no one tenses at it footsteps anymore
unorganized and disoriented
yes I was
thrown shocked hurt and almost broken almost broken
Almost though - is the least ambivalent word i know
Almost means i was not when i could have been
oh Aldous what do you know of brave new worlds
come here and sit for i have a thing or two tell you
I am Alice in Wonderland
I am Dorothy and this is the emerald palace
I am riding hood this is me kneeling before the wolf
And I am telling him he is no longer welcome to gobble up my grandmas and threaten my well being
I am Hansel and Grettle - I found the breadcrumbs
No longer am i lost
I am following them back to family
I am Pinocchio and i am finally listening to Jiminey
I am reading bed time stories to my kids
and I AM NOT SORRY
What is our highest good
as parents,
grandparents,
children of WiseElder mentors,
mountains and valleys,
sun and moon,
planets and plants,
clouds and rivers,
trees and toads,
eagles and dragonflies,
and occasionally parents.
How do we kindly,
with integrity,
invite ourselves
our families
our tribes
and communities
toward more resilient polycultural health,
restoring justice as local through global peace,
reforesting PositivEnergy CoOperative Democracy
wherever our eyes
are happy to see?
How do we support ourselves
and our families
and resilient communities
in staying away from
pathological dangers,
chaos opposing integrity
by marketing itself
with pretentious
mendacious Theory.
There could be no chaos theory
any more than there could be an unorganized
thoroughly dissonant system.
Where will our great grandchildren
look back to find
their most resonantly healthy WiseElder Allies?
How will they frame their,
and our WinWin game,
Great Transitional gratitude
of and for healthy ZeroZone
polycultural regeneration
across space
and through time?
Our best bicameral balancing LeftYang Self
with RightYin not-not Sacred EarthSoul.
PositivEnergy Spirit
of LeftBrain EcoCentric imagination
resiliently resonant ZeroZone WinWin
co-arising EgoYang-EcoYinYin
EarthSoul DNA-RNA Zero-Sum Solidarity
rapture memories.
PolyPathic Left
co-arising
co-gravitating
dualdark YinSquared speed of light=PositivEnergy Yang,
polyphonically resonant,
double-binding Yang/Yin ZeroSum EarthSoul,
Resilient Heart-Theory
of ZeroSum co-arising
Prime Ta(0) Relationship.
Something in this notUniversal-notUnitarian bilateral integrity frame
ZeroSum Tit for Tat
is where I best care for my WinWin self
and best mentor my kids
to bilaterally engage
multicultural imagination
with healthy co-empathic memory
Memories reconnecting
reconsidering
reweaving
redeeming
our best cooperative highest good
for ourselves
for our families
for our schools
and communities
of WiseElder mutual support
with our plants
for this mutual holonically secular/sacred EarthSouled Tribe
Revolving together cooperatively
or further apart LeftBrain competitively
on our EarthBound
resilient
health journey
toward EarthSoul wealth.
A rush of emotions when I'm with you
Nothing has changed
Everything feels the same
I want to be with you every chance i can
My thoughts unorganized
No words will come out
I want to scream how I feel
But I think you already know
I still feel the same as I did then
I miss you more an more all the time
I wish I could see you now
I don't care how complicated things get
I still want you
I still love you
Nothing has changed
Just time, distance, and space
Want. I want I want I want.
I may be a greedy person, yes, but maybe for the right things.
I want knowledge.
I want facts to pile in my head like stuffed animals on a child's bed.
I want to know why blue is associated with calm.
I want to understand the butterflies flitting in my stomach.
I want to discern the meaning of dreams.
I want knowledge.
I want to see.
I want my eyes to scamper across all the beauty of the Earth like a deer through a woodland.
I want to gaze at the Aurora Borealis, the Grand Canyon, the Amazon Rainforest.
I want to recognize the look of awe on my sister’s face on her wedding day.
I want to lay my eyes on the purples and pinks of a sunrise.
I want to see.
I want imperfections.
I want imperfections to etch stories into my mind like fingers in a block of clay.
I want to savor the unorganized pattern of the palm of my hand.
I want the frail and yellowed pages of my favorite novels.
I want to hear the squeak and snort of my mother's laugh.
I want imperfection.
I want to create.
I want my art hung in museums like an A+ paper on a fridge.
I want to waste my days swirling blues and greens.
I want to form the spark of hope in a lost girl's mind.
I want assemble a string of powerful words.
I want to create.
I want love.
I want my heart to burn with white flames for that special person.
I want to sleep at night knowing I’m cared for.
I want to share easy smiles and pancakes on Sunday mornings.
I want tangled limbs and happy sighs.
I want love.
If all this makes me greedy, then so be it.
Because I want.
I want I want I want.
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous,
swarms as life bores a chance of existence,
so the geckos take without resistance,
for there are those who find them delicious.
They're unorganized, but there are plenty,
great variety hails many choices,
of shades, tints, hues, much to share, tiny moists'
plus small, big, quick, stealth, and there's shadowy.
Intriguingly, there are guides for caring,
them itsy, creeps, bitsy, crawling critters!
Confidence too close for comfort, --jitters!
Neighbors donned smiles, objectively sharing.
Save for a few pets, that's very lucky,
most times people just see them as yucky.