Why the incessant heart ache that comes with its persisting beat the reiteration of menacing thoughts -Inability to sit still in your seat. a clenching jaw & those rapid eyes implies the existence of a disturbed soul, trapped between heavy walls of meat at the pit of the minds' profound hole. Are you in distress & unrest in a state of mournful agitation inflicted into lifes entangled turbulence with no forewarning or invitation unwelcome thoughts linger to & fro pacing through the hallway of your head from the livid past to a murky future Your senses awoke in - infrared.
A poem is not a place to belong It’s hard and rough treacherous and long words are wounded bled and blended the rhymes are lies stiff short and ended lines are cut and dissected meanings fray if not mended a poem is no place too small to find your space without a wall or ground to pace no not at all no support or hold for a poor poet not to fall
At one time or another a poet gets frustrated, angry even tormented by what was meant to be a joyous experience. Do you dare to write? I hate it! But no doubt I’ll write another tomorrow.
When you first meet me You may think She must be loved by so many And have a lot of close friends Or you might think She's a loser She won’t get anywhere No one probably loves her
You are correct if you thought the last one I’m sick of everyone saying how awesome I am Then why don’t I have anyone? Don’t lie and sugar coat it I’m sick of people lying And hiding the truth Why am I never good enough? I would of cut my wrists If I didn’t care about the ones around me… Sometimes I regret not doing it
I'm the milk in ice cream all they see is ice cream and not the milk it took to make...
uhh more of a rant ik it's not that good but I have nothing else
"**** stupid raccoons!" An angry man, ****** at everything in the moment fiercely kicked his dumped-over trash can into the street, as he stared enraged at the mess of thrown out crap that laid open for all to see. A neighbor seeing his crazy fit of rage jested, "You know, trash cans have feelings too."
To which the angry man replied, "Yeah! And they should feel like garbage!"