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Matt
Poems
Feb 2016
Another Day
The most days
I will work each week
Is three
Happiness on this planet
I'm afraid
Will forever elude me
My left side of my body
Is a bit stronger
Than my right
I try to offset this
With weights
It seems I always
Lose this fight
It's a small imbalance
Not a big deal
Some say
But it bothers me
How I feel this way
And the loneliness is
All consuming
Seeing friends
A few days a year
I won't bother crying
I won't shed a tear
And the therapist mocks me
And the world does too
They hated Jesus
And they will hate you
The wicked lover power
And money too
When judgement day comes
They will be *******
Jihadists plan attacks
In the middle of the night
When different cities
Are attacked
People will be filled with fright
The human race
Just repeats
The same mistakes
Over and over again
I watch **** on the internet
My ***** makes me sin
Some people were
Just born to to lose
And others to win
At the gym
I sit and listen
To people talk
But no one talks to me
I guess this is
My miserable life
And how things
Must be
Nothing ever happens
In this life matrix
And I find it quite queer
I sat on a granite boulder
And drank a non-alcoholic beer
Just a bunch of names and faces
Just a bunch of dates and places
Body slowly dies
It's all absurd and
Mostly meaningless
Should I even bother to cry
Earth the worst
Of all the planets
In the galaxy
I'm content to be miserable
Content to let things be
It could always be worse
I drank a glass of water
To quench my thrist
One day our economy
Will collapse
This is how it should be
America a sinking ship
Will drown in the sea
A New World Order to emerge
Perhaps it will be
Like the movie "The Purge"
Globalist powers
Don't care for you and me
An Orwellian nightmare
Becomes a reality
No longer a writer's fantasy
And I pray to some guy
Named Jesus
I suppose he really cares
He is supposed to hold my hand
And to say "There there"
A world of suffering and sin
All becomes Eve let Satan in
It was their fault, not mine
On this earth
I have spent some time
And if an agnostic
Or atheist
You can see
Human beings are good at
Creating misery
Resources distributed unfairly
Throughout the green earth
A man brings his produce
To market in Africa
He knows what it is worth
A tribal leader
Has destroyed half his fields
He couldn't just let things be
I traveled around the world
Met some good people
And some bad
I don't know really what
To think of this life
Should I just be sad?
Lie in bed and watch a movie
And dream of my female friend
The world never cares
About my desires
Lonely to the end
Written by
Matt
34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)
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