Sean Pugerude
Sean Pugerude
Mar 21, 2011

Always the critic
freeing to be above it
and deny goodness

Bitterness and ale
Dennis Go
Jul 6, 2010

I'll play thief
To the home
Of a rich man
And steal
Malt for my
Bitterness and ale
For the happiness
That was kept
In the mug
Of paupers.

These ingredients
Are a lot cheaper
On sidewalks
But mansions store
The most flavorful:
Bitterness
From the source
That stings
On the plate
Of paupers.

the bitterness.
Megan
Megan
Mar 9

you could say
i'm bitter.
i guess i didn't have
enough sugar added.
that recipe
sugar and spice
and everything nice?
i got none of the chemical x.
i'm have no powers.
i must have gotten some spice
something bitter
something sour
that any of the sugar
if none
will push back
the bitterness.

bitterness seeping in
Iona Moira Eve-Marie Jute

back to bitter
like carbon batteries in your mouth
sucking the chemicals

unpleasant
tastes like shit
you broke your promise

sour like the acid
from the lemons
that life threw at you

unhappy
you wondered why
life was impossible

bitterness seeping in
like sour milk
it wass all you had to eat

...Then the distance mangles the appearance,
And then he's not my everything since I mustn't allow it.

I do not believe in perfection anymore.

I mustn't show I could wait forever;
I musn't allow anyone to trample on me...

...Another time.

Nothing is needful.
Above all pleasant, comforting falsehoods.

-Tr.
eloise
eloise
Jun 1, 2013

Do not flatter yourself into thinking
That the pain I feel is caused by your absence

Know that the sting is induced only by the fact
That I realised you didn't want me anymore

Bitterness of
Weeping willow
Weeping willow
Jun 8, 2012

Bitterness of
life
Sinks deep
within
the realms
of my
soul

Sadness is
in the core
of my being
As though
my face
switched
turning around
emerging inside
my soul

My dark side
is born
On the side
of light
My other
face is
in fright
As I become cold

Depression's face
stares
Till a deepness
has dug a hole
Within my
sad soul

My two faced
troubled
soul
Struggles
to just let
go
Screaming inside
to be whole

Will depression
ever let go?
Releasing my soul
to peace
So I can
finally feel
whole.

By Weeping willow
(c)2012

My daily bouts of depression come and go,for the most part I wish it would just go.It's been a long road;[

My tears,
The bitter rain in which
I once loved,
They run down my face,
The face with the mask
Of joy and contentment
And yet beneath is
Utterly destroyed
By unsatisfaction
By loss in something
I believed was everlasting
By a love that was always
Incompleted because of reality

I'll never love him...he's right handed....
Contorting my heart to blackened bitterness.
Marina
Marina
Mar 29

Is it true.
That only you.
Can heal the piercing holes.
That corrupt me within.
My fragile heart.
The one who has caused my heart.
Such known pain and misery.
Yet I still do not hate you.
For your face brings me joy.
Happiness and nothing less.
But my febil ambitions weaken me.
My body yearns for your embrace.
Something that I cannot acquire
Contorting my heart to blackened bitterness.
Such dark tragedy.
As I rot away with the winds.
My bitter soul wanders with no desire at all rather then to simply die.
Death because life empty of you causes nothing more then destruction to me.
It will be my only solace.
Eternal rest.

n't know.... this is my frustration and bitterness at this momment.
Abraham CAvazos
Nov 28, 2013      Nov 29, 2013

I am trapped I have no escape.
My prisson's walls are very high, smooth and slippery so that I can't climb out of there.
There is no door and window here.
No one hears my cry.
My prayers are like sounds that bounce on the wall.
I'm just talking to myself.
God Himself seems to have turned his back on me.  
It feels like I've offended Him so baldly, that He only means to destroy my life now.
It's over.

I don't know.... this is my frustration and bitterness at this momment.
I'd like to drop dead and not open my eyes into this world anymore.
Some people might cry for a little while, but they'll get over it.
The other thing that makes me feel hopeless, is that no matter how much I want death to come on me, I passed the time in my life in which suicide was really an option.
I have to keep living in this jail which is called life on earth.
I feel condemned.
When will I ever be able to close my eyes permanently and never wake up?

I wrote this, one time I felt pretty down and after reading it It seemed to me like it was oddly opetic. Has any one ever felt like this? I think that at least every person on earth 21 years old (or older) have felt this way at least once in his/her life.
 
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