It’s really hard to be sweet, loving, and kind After I found out the man I love is no longer just mine. He’s a man who loves the women of the streets, A man who doesn’t even clean his own sheets, Who I believed had once swept me off my feet Really, he swept underneath my feet Eternally cursing me.
she came up behind me, curled her long fingers into my scalp ****** in air through her teeth, and lowly she said, "How long has it been since you've showered?" embarrassment is an understatement. I laugh, shuffling nervously in my seat, feeling beyond disgusting replying with "sad." she repeats the word back, tasting it as if it were a question, as if she didn't know then she said it quieter. "sad. i get sad too. try to take one tonight, okay? do it for me?" i hold back tears for reasons I'm not yet sure of and breathe. I want to be strong enough to do it but I'm not sure that I am
Aloof in the wind, perfectly poised to the sun. Dressed in the disguise of men he’d seen in movies. Waiting, in the wrinkles of leather jackets Waiting, intoxicating scent of cigarettes Hiding with teeth infested vines Hiding, fingers meshed into the roots Cowering, it can’t hide from a mind so sharp it wounds him A disgusting entity , suffering. Oozing, contorting to fit the eye of the beholder Repulsive vines splutter bitter sap that once seemed so sweet to me
Yeah so this was some vent poetry, I think we’ve all unfortunately met someone like this. Any comments are much appreciated.
Oh god... Please no, not this Just breathe slowly and Hopefully it'll go away, then SHIVERS spark beads of sweat The pain inside you'll never forget Hot and cold, breathe in and out, then LURCH Oh God Why?? I'm CH...Oking on my I n s i d e s CO....UGH I can't FU....Cking breathe My God is it ove.... Rrrrrrr...
Breathe... Just breathe Spit and wipe the tears from your face Sweat in my eyes burns like The acid in my throat but At least it's done... At least I hope
Nothing ever seems to change. Prayer after prayer and I'm exactly the same. Scoffing at the idea that I'll ever be holy.
Ive emptied the contents of my stomach while kneeling on the floor As many times as I've been at the foot of a pulpit But I'm still ******* up and my remorse just doesn't do it.
It's never been enough for me to change.
I confess, I'm selfish and abusive to my soul for my amusement. Nothing ever seems to change.
Burn me alive for ten thousand years and I'll never change. My regrets haven't meant a thing.
I can't accept that I'm this selfish but my heart isn't whole again.
Each person affected for my brief moment of pleasure. Not joy, not love, not need. - Just pleasure.
I want to be better. I swear I just don't know how. Someone please show me how. Because my prayers are bouncing off the shower walls.
the past couple years since I've written anything Ive been really testing my wife and her limits. Ive been accused of awful things and lost my job based on both correct and incorrect information. I'm spiraling and I'm ashamed of they way I've acted and treated loved ones and total strangers simply because I am selfish. This poem isn't necessarily intended to be my best work or even to be "good" by anyones opinion. It's the best way I know how to communicate the fact that I realize my past mistakes over the last 4 years and can't seem to shake the immaturity or the just awful, sinful, and evil nature in my heart. I wish I was a normal man with normal issues that I could hide, but being exposed and judged by people who used to respect me and I long to have a relationship with again has destroyed me. I don't want to be known for the things I'm known for by people I used to look at as brothers. I also don't want to be thought of the way I am by total strangers and people who I haven't spoken with in years. This is unfortunately what happens when I acted out in disgusting ways without considering the consequences it would have on my life and more importantly the people who I involved. I don't think I even know what love is but: I love you.