Loneliness was never an emotion for me. It was more of... a state of being. Family was always a disappointment, friends were none existent, and what’s a stranger gonna do? I never lived in a life where I felt anything besides lonely that is... until I met you. You were a rose that couldn’t see the beauty of it’s petals, I guess we were alike in that since, because in your eyes I was the perfect women, where in my eyes I was a waste of space. We spent days, weeks, even months together. I grew to love you and you? You learned that two people could be lonely together. But as my life shows, everything is temporary. And the words “I love you” where just a distant memory.
Where I am Where I stand Dissatisfaction, My daily song. Dissatisfaction, My present emotion. I am no longer burning with passion I long for more beauty The vanity I seek, What a fair one I know. My latest predicament, A longing for better times. I crave for something better I want a new flame In this spring of discontent A float of an invisible, Yet having springs of a vague tomorrow.
This is an ode showing the state someone is in. It shows how discontent and dissatisfied the person is with his or her life.
why do you fight so hard with tooth and nail and brittle bones when the world does not even give a **** about how much you have screamed have cried have proven yourself to be everything everyone demanded from you why do you desire so deeply to show yourself as strong as fierce as you do when you lose enough sleep at night your dreams full and festering with your demons all which are alive and are dead and teeming with foul whispers and baleful eyes that you never fail to see as you pass by any reflective surface and catch glimpses of sullen eyes people have said to be so so dead countless times a manifestation of your flawless ability to be special smart skilled an ace a prodigy a golden child with golden hands and a golden heart full of rot that was once something pure something kind you are sick you are twisted you are a shadow of what people see what people think what people want what you could be had you not been so selfish with the inability to accept that you cannot be a hero without being the hero why are you so angry where does this rage come from that you treat it like a weapon a shield a lifeline a punishment you cannot hold keep to yourself just as you should you dive headfirst blindeyed into fire and wallow madly at the pain and cry tears hot as blood searing as the pain you have entangled yourself in for you have such an appetite for light so much greed that you choose to ignore how much you have let the shadows eat away at your soul you are brilliant you are selfish you are terrible and dangerous like coals feeding the light until it is all but gone you are a fire prone to consuming itself until only charred walls remain a reminder of the child who burned itself out for all the things denied from it by the world and by itself
greed's appetite has all but an end to it
even with a jumble of words i am left discontent with myself
I often find myself Stranded in the forgotten past, searching for another way. Send my apologies, to those that wait for me. Tell them my heart and soul have separated. Now I'm trekking on foot through the burning sand. I am searching for tomorrow through the lens of my past, time has now disappeared it must be waiting on the other side. Watching me lose myself As I drown in my dissatisfaction. All I know for now is that, I'll escape my regrets some way but not this time, not today.
It was a beautiful moment Of dissatisfaction. One where she realized Complacency Does not equate With serenity. That stagnancy Does not yield joy. So she moved, Not only her feet. She moved mountains. The earth quaked beneath her, And flowers bloomed In every crack. And this, She thought, THIS is how it feels To be alive