Anger frustration confusion and sadness.
I felt all six creep up
One by one they took their turns
Taking every last pieces I have left in me
I felt all six creep up in a discreet manner
Ugh I give up on this poem I can’t think of how to write it
I felt six creep up in a discreet manner.
I felt anger, confusion and now sadness.
I can’t even express how much I feel about this situation and the fact that I am not alone in it and I am not a victim of it and I feel like I am not in any way in the way I am in any way affected by it and I have no intention of being hurt or hurt by it or anything like that but I am not sure how to feel about it and I don’t know how to feel or how to feel and I feel about it but I feel like I have to feel like I am not being hurt and I feel like I am not in any way in the way I am and I feel like I am not feeling good about it and I feel like I am not even trying to be honest and I feel like I am not trying to be nice to me and I feel like I am not really understanding of it is just not being mean to me and I don’t know how to be honest and I don’t want to be honest with myself and I feel like I am not being mean and I feel like I am not saying anything to me and I don’t want to be mean to me and I don’t want to be rude to me and I don’t want to be kind of mean to you and I don’t want to be a **** to you and I don’t want to be a bad person to be mean to you and I don’t want to be a mean person to you and I don’t want to be mean to you and I don’t want to be rude to you and I don’t want to be hurt or hurt or anything I just want to be honest and I don’t want to be with you and I just want to be and I don’t want to be a **** to you and I don’t want to be a little bit of a **** to me and I don’t want to be mean to you know that I don’t want to be rude to you know that I don’t know what I don’t want to be honest with you know that I don’t know what I just want to be nice to you know that I don’t know what I want to be kind of mean to you know I don’t know what I want to be mean to you know that I don’t know what I want to be rude to you know that I don’t know what I don’t know I don’t want to be honest with you know I just don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say to you I don’t know what to say to anybody else I don’t know what to say to anyone else I don’t even know what to say to somebody else I don’t care I don’t know what to say to them I don’t know what to say to them but I don’t know what to say to them because I don’t know what to say to them and I don’t know what to say to them so I don’t know what to say to them and I don’t want to say to them and I don’t want to be rude to them I don’t know what to you know what to say to you know what to say to them and I don’t want to be honest I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say that I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do with my life I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what to do but I don’t know what to do so I don’t know what to do I’m not gonna do it I don’t know what to do or do I don’t know what to do it I just don’t know what to do I don’t know what to do
Im sorry. Im really sorry.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 4:41 AM UTC
Grey dusty clouds emerged from each other above the shore as she expected the currents to crash beside her feet.
The White, pale moon fades into the storm.
As well as the path back to the street.
Frustration overfloated her vision and confusion misjudged her calculations.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
It felt like I was your Peter Pan and you were my Wendy.
I wasn't ready to grow up or let you go
but you...
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I am in the middle of nowhere, unseen
a place where they call it a maze
with images on a screen
that run around for days and days
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
He would have taken his life for her, but when it came to me he would pop pills down his throat and smoke himself to sleep it was a way he coped with the loss of me
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC
I started to evaporate as I sat on the ground waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up.
I felt the cold and dry breeze brush against my naked body.
And right there and then, I slowly sensed the bitterness devour my compassion into an aloof manner.
My mind ruptured as I was reminiscing over the fact that I was foolish enough to have trusted such a being.
It was a mistake I would never make again.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
His bashful and gentle smile devoured me
All i can feel is his warmth spreading it's self against the cold air
I try to stop myself from smiling low key
but I lose control slowly and can't bare to look away but stare
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
I was once left in a crate
who barely even ate
I was slapped in the face
punched in the gut
and it shred my heart into a thousand of pieces
I lost my breath a couple of times from the hands of my mother
Then I was put in a system called an orphanage
which was requested by my grandmother
You could say I was freed from ever suffering from an abusive both mental and physical relationship
But I would disagree
I flew into a new family where we use to have love, happiness, and companionship
however, I was locked in a cage, behind metal bars, where no one can see
I had a mother who was stubborn
Her mouth was filled with threats and can be cantankerous at any moment
She was like a rose with lots of thorns
and her arrogance could not be broken
I was upbraided for my laziness, ingratitude, and stupidity
At times, she would inform me to keep testing her limits and see how cold her blood runs through these days
As a result of this, I lost dignity
and it trapped her mind in a maze
Given these points, you would understand why I let this indica sink into my system
After all, she was a sad woman with no fears and a mountain of rage
who played as the victim
and would, in any case, **** up anyone who ***** with her in the backstage
Mother of the year
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
The Sunflower
The yellow, vibrant petals sway gently across the meadow
It's gentle as a breeze
and is eager to please
with a head that is crowned in gold
and a stem that is bowed yet stands tall and strong
Tall enough to reach the sky, so I've been told
It reflects their warm gaze upon the cold
He looks down upon all the other flowers
and appears to be exuberant
But what we fail to realize is the sunflower lives a lie
He turns his back on the sun
and is plastered with battle scars to prove that he is of worth
The sunflower seems to be self-reliant, who doesn't need anyone
with none to reinforce and support his broken pedicel
He is left abandoned and committed such a blunder
The sun
I burst into the sky
providing light and energy for each flower to bloom
I am never in reach for I am To high
still, Curiosity dares to look straight into my eyes
yet all become blind.
I witness many things, but lately, the sunflower is the one who has bewitched me
It does not desire my warmth
Nor my love and support
It appears as if it's lost in his own pride
In the meantime, He embraces his himself and provides pollen for the bees
I bet the bees are the closest to this flower
I wish I were a bee
and If so, then maybe I could unlock the hidden secrets within his inner core
But I can not change who I am
and there nothing more
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
why should I blame myself when you never gave me distance.
I yelled, and scream gave you warnings begged for mercy, but you stood there embracing your resistance.
Giving space isn’t necessary learning to control yourself is more important those are the words you've spoken.
I prayed to the lord and asked for assistance
God, please don't let myself lose this temper
Cuz I'm unable to speak, and these vocal chords have been broken.
you demanded to try harder threaten me if I don't
you told me to sit up straight and never talk back
you informed me to be real
but how can you say that
when you're just another hypocrite
that puts on an act whenever there are guest nearby
You view me as your prize possession
showing me off so you could get attention
Making sure I don't misbehave; you use your silver tongue to get your way
When in fact, 30 minutes before everyone came, you were shouting at me to pick up after myself, same crap but a different day
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC