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Rhiannon Nov 2017
The feeling of your dissapointment was palpable,
I could taste it on my tongue like I hadn't brushed my teeth in days,
And feel it thick in the atmosphere,
Like heavy smoke from a forest fire.

The grey bags under my eyes did nothing but exclaim my insomnia,
When you told me that maybe I just wasn't going to bed at the right time.
And frustration swam round my bloodstream as I just couldn't get the right pitch to that song I alsways used to sing.

The melancholy rumble from my gut,
Reminded me that I was alone unless I had a full stomach,
My figure didn't matter,
Cause neither I, Let alone anyone else sexualised it.

(No one of my own age that is)

Sleep deprivation rushes round me like gale force winds from a tropic storm,
Lack of money burns holes in my pockets,
and wanderlust nags at my brain like overdue assignments from a College wreck,
Whilst everyones moaning infects me like a plague,
when I find stress spots crawling up my neck.

I am generation Z,
Generation nothing,
Generation give up,
Generation what the ****?
Generation, "Who the hell told you I could live like this?"

But I am privileged,
In a house,
But I am not me.

I am grieving.

I am grieving myself again.
Eno  Feb 24
Unsafe
Eno Feb 24
When there is no solid ground
Just combination
When love is abound
Always conditional
When emotion is potent
Beyond reach
When sleep beckons
Nightmare days
When life carries on
Just suffocate -
-
-
When the next day
Never arrives
When pain and fear and shame and distrust and betrayal and dissapointment and disgust for yourself sit like a ball of cat hair stirring in your abdomen.
You’re lying here
And wish you could be anywhere else
Alone
And
Content
Away from destructive characters
Torn right out of a novel where
The genre is
A Psychological thriller
NAME  Feb 16
Is Turning
NAME Feb 16
It's funny now.
How if I do something
You always make it about yourself

They compare me to you
Wanting me
Too be more like you.

When you mess up,
No big deal
Because you're the Golden Child.

But me?
Shunned to the side, a dissapointment, a waste.

I'm sorry I can't feed your ego.
That I'm horrible by not catering to your every need.

You blackmail me to get what you want
Spreading lies to all your friends,
That I'm a monster
Deciving
Scheming
Disgusting

I hate that I still love you,
Sis that I hold dear.
i still love you tho
hudson 2d
an old man said to me
you can bury your ghosts
for your past is spent
and your new pockets are empty
and no man can judge a poor mans wealth
for his pockets are made of gold
but dont be greedy to reach down and grab
for your thiefs dissapointment
due this no named man got gold in his hand
spilling from his head
with not a single thread
but his knee to tread
from the muddy water so deep
where the poor fools sink
who stripped the man of his skin
long ago with his kin
say goodbye to these short faces
the skin will stretch to win the races
but not a man nor soul will win the race
if one doesnt bury his ghost
in this soon forgotten place
Fall  Nov 2018
Mom
Fall Nov 2018
Mom
Love , trust , herself , blindly will she give you

Hunger , sleep , others ,yourself , will she protect you

Hapinness , peace , security , are her powers

Regret , sorrow , tears , you feel for her

Uncernaity , fear , pain , father gifts you

Death , lonliness , craziness , shall craves you

Dissapointment , wrath , self-loathing , will this World Make you

Paradis , réincarnation , inner peace , will god promise you

The End , Reality , Dreams , will seem shallow compared to a single person

Words , feelings , gifts , will never do justice to her

Joke, humor, laugh, IS this whole POEME until my death

Try to be a better daughter for her , and always wish her to be your mother
DarkSkyesRising Nov 2018
Your inconsideration for this situation
Leaves me high
Burning dissappointment with no ointment
Leaves me dry
Filling up my artificial cup
Thats filled with holes
A symbol that with me
You will never reach your goals
There are way too many flaws
In your sweaty slap of *****
To give me what I need
To fill the want and greed
That I have for you
Your inconsideration for this situation
Leaves me high
Burning dissapointment with no ointment
Leaves me dry
Asking stupid questions that I hope
Will answer why
Wondering if It makes me weak
If I give up and cry
I can't handle this agony and absence
My mind is speaking in fragments
My heart is confused and erratic
and my brain feels like an attic
It is cluttered, it is sporatic

I guess in a way it is connected
But my actions don't reflect it
My mind is speaking in fragments with my brain thats like an attic
In a way that makes me seem like an addict

I'm addicted to love
I'm addicted to the feelings it can create
When you truly feel something for someone, no one, not even you can ever relate
Those moments are felt intensely, and you feel in those moments,
immensely

Such powerful love can only end in dissapointment
It will flatline and cause you pain
That pain may vary depending on the depth of love that you may carry
but this pain is something that kills you
you may not die from it (but you very well could) but it kills you
it destroys this idea of this love you thought existed

Your heart will be dormant and empty
It wants to be alive but it can't be
It was fed ideas that can't be
It desires to be those ideas but it just cant be
It's just not that simple and no one will be able to see

I wonder if anyone besides the person in your head ever notices that you are not the same person
That your old person is dead
It's as if the ego was killed, faded, and won't build
It's freezing over, and sometimes it feels like it might uncover
But then you're reminded that it's just too wounded to heal
That you're just not able to feel

Nothing can break the seal,
It's hold is too strong
It's like a scar in your soul,
It may be able to put itself back together,
but it will never be together like it was at the point before,
It will look different despite how hard the body tries to heal,
It is constant and you are reminded of it frequently,
It's always there and is a part of you

I wish I can start over, I wish I can start new
I wish I could experience more and enjoy life a little more, with you,
I want to forget, I want to be able to close that door
But the cold gust from the sealed heart keeps blowing it open

I used to be creative, but now I'm getting dull
My heart is fed up with ice, and it's grumbling, but it's full

The idea of love is such a faded one
It's no longer a thought,
you already thought you had it once,
that it was over and done, and true love was caught

The idea of love was infinite, but now it is a faded one
I can't feel anymore
and I want to feel again
Keiri 4d
You don't know what being a girl is like!

You don't know the efforts of looking good every day.
You don't know the annoying fact nobody listens to what you say.

You don't know the feeling of noticing a leak between your legs.
Or bloodstains all over your pants.
Or the pressure to do something girly, like make-up and dance.

You don't know how it feels to be looked at.
When you like your legs wide open while you sat.

You don't know the aching of your hips, back and lower abdomen when it's full moon!
You don't know the cravings that come with it, and you stuff yourself t'ill noon.

You don't know how it feels to put a ****** in.
You don't know how insecure we've been.

You will never know and it's a sin...

But if you do know...

You don't know what being a boy is like!

You don't know the pressure of becoming tall.
You don't know the aching dissapointment, when you can't play ball.

You don't know what it's like to be expected to be able to walk alone at night.
Not being able to be scared, or talk about your fright.
No one will understand that boys can be hurt too at night.
You don't know what it's like to be frowned at if you cry with all your might.

You don't know what it's like to be insecure.
But not able to talk about what you feel for sure.
Having the pressure to grow the muscles and endure.
So you could fit in...

You will never know and it's a sin

But if you do know...
You know what it feels like to be different...
Red  Sep 2018
To Endeavour
Red Sep 2018
To set your sights on
a goal
In order to achieve the ambitions
Of your soul

Is to have your heart struck
By the visions
That your eyes have laid upon
most probably by luck

Nobody likes a loser
For they have given up
On what it is
that they wanted with a hush

Whether this be due to
an unfortunate circimstance or not
Dissapointment will surely allot
from even strangers they know not of

Only is true respect
shown from me to one
that is persistance
no matter the time taken for them to have to be number one under the sun.
My older brother once said to me always finish what you start.
Do not quit rather take a break for how ever long but do not give up
Emma  Apr 22
Untitled
Emma Apr 22
You broke me,
You actually broke me,
I can never be content
Because whenever i see your face i fill up with rage, dissapointment and desperation.

Go tell your ***** she can have you,
God knows if you’re using me as excuse to stay,
The strings have been cut for you already.
But try and hurt me again,
And your whole world will crumble before you.
A letter dedicated to a sick family member
The prettiest smiles, hide the most secrets.
The most beautiful eyes, have cried the most tears.
The people with the kindest heart's, have been hit with the most pain.
Kind people help and support others, what do they gain?
They don't gain money.
They don't gain fame.
They don't gain anything that involves physical and appearance.
It's not dissapointment.
What they gain... Is emotions, and that's the most important.
Don't always think of yourself. If someone is struggling, you should help them. Especially if it's someone you care about. Cause if you actually care about them, you won't let them go on with the struggle alone. Their holding up a huge ton of problems and stress right on their backs, if you care, walk up to them, and give them a hand with ton. You're not going to let them get squished. You need them to know you're there for them.
And that you love and care.

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