#frustrated poems on Hello Poetry

erika hernandez Sep 2014

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And here I go again; losing sleep because of you. Thinking about what we once were and what we could have been. Why can't I just get you out of my head?

I just want some ******* rest

#heartbreak #sad #alone #insomnia #reminiscing #frustrated

Sound Of Rain Aug 2014

If only

If only I could write without choking up every time I spilled out words on paper,
If only I could close my eyes and block out the harsh things that I still seem to remember,
If only I could smile and write pages after pages about everything without tearing up,
If only I was not as shy as I am right now and instead was bold and fierce,
If only my hands would stop shaking when I write your name,
If only everybody kept the freaking promises that they made.
If only.
If only.
If only.
I would surely be happier and more satisfied than I am right now.

I don't even know. Suffering from major writer's block. Can't seem to express any of my feelings properly these days. *sigh* If only.

#sad #alone #if #only #frustrated #sucky

punk rock hippy Aug 2014

Please not again.

I know for a fact that it's getting bad again.
Its getting bad again.
Its bad again.
I want to get high again.
Just let me get high again.
God ****** it won't happen again.
Its happening again.

Ring around the rosies pocket full of posies ashes ashes watch me ******* fall down

#drugs #pathetic #sober #help #high #mad #rambling #frustrated #yelling

Nicolette Avery Pizzigoni Aug 2014

Out of Tune

I can't write music,
I don't write lyrics.

My poetry doesn't sound like that.

My pen doesn't print words into chord formations,
which,

Admittedly is frustrating because all I want to do is sing to you

But I cannot use a staff to frame my sentiments

And while I pride myself in the power of my pen,

I still dream of a world that I could tell a few words to whistle your tune

All day I dream of music,

Just a note to give to you.

#music #frustrated

punk rock hippy Jul 2014

Big mouth.

My headache is sitting next to me telling me things I already know.

#annoyed #headache #frustrated

Bec Jul 2014

Library

My mother always used to tell me
that I could read anyone.
"Give them an hour with you", she'd laugh,
"and you'd just know."
Then I met you
and it seems that your book is
written a language that I just don't understand.
This illiteracy is driving me mad
and I know I would spend years just to
decipher one page.

- R. H.

#love #sad #boy #crush #reading #library #frustrated #cwd