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Charlie Dog Apr 2018
One word spoken
Like a slap in the face
Intentions exposed
I'm not welcome here.
Jennifer DeLong Jun 2018
Not easy not at all
I try to forget
You creep into my mind
How do you get in

I erase again
Locked tight
Move on

But ****** to hell
Here you come again
I swear god ******
Stop quit
Go to hell

But do not stop here
Not welcome
Hello overbooked
© Jennifer Delong 6/17/18
Laz Farrell Feb 2018
6am
His face was too familiar
The unwanted and out of date
A real gentleman
Someone who cares
Despite that prevailing optimisim
What’s he here to do
*
I appreciate you coming
That deep burning brow
Handing it to a shocked friend
Whose schedule don’t allow
I’ll learn to compromise
Despite significant disruption
I still won’t show any reaction
Gabrielle Dec 2017
hungry eyes
lock mine
ravenous smile
shapeshifting tongue
only seconds pass but
I know those eyes
I warn I have a lover
that smile slowly fades
and as you start to walk away
I learn those eyes don't leave when you do
it makes me wonder
if you have ever
even seen
mine
wish I never had to see them again
Josh Jun 2017
Uninvited visitor
Black-eyed burglar
Shadow dweller
Nimble sprinter
Able contortionist.

Cheap, common yet
Generous
disease giver
Innocent troublemaker
Thief and scrounger
Bin searcher
Test subject.

Extreme sport enthusiast of my kitchen, bedroom and balcony
Sleep depriver
Olympic diver
Racecar driver with claws for wheels.
I'm not your pit crew, so please find your meals elsewhere,
Silent sniffler.
Constant nibbler
Unwelcome visitor
Gatecrasher!
And he brought a plus one, cheeky sod.
Wherever he goes,
He's pursued always by that faithful worm.
I didn't sleep last night because of an uninvited presence
D Mar 2017
I feel unwelcome in my own home
and that's her at her best
My mother is actually the hybrid woman-child of Stupidity incarnate and Donald Trump -- she just wont admit it.
Brent Kincaid Dec 2016
My father and mother gave me life.
Father contributed maybe just a minute;
His effort made life happen to me
Then he mostly cast me adrift in it.
Mother took longer to have me
But cared even less for me it seems
And after she did what she had to do
She just cared about her own dreams.

Life can be painful if you’re an orphan
Uncared for, unwanted and a pain.
It’s almost like people hold living against you
When they see you coming around once again.
Believe me, this is not what I wanted;
Always to be the flat fifth wheel.
I don’t know what else could have happened
But I have always aware of what I feel.

I developed a lifelong hatred of imposing,
Of asking something when not welcome.
I did what I could to show gratitude
But somehow I was taken as loathsome.
It was almost as if to know me was to hate me
And the best thing I could do was to be gone.
To make myself scarce from the party.
My best trick was just me moving on.

So, early in life, I started collecting
A brand-new batch of my family.
I only kept around those with no problem
Letting me know that they treasured me.
I stopped keeping track of the careless,
The users that only wanted what I had.
I turned my ears deaf to any naysayers
And ever since then I have been glad.

Christmas stopped being painful or lonely
With loneliness or abuse being the theme.
I joined in the traditions and merriment
And made holidays the fun they should seem.
I had my decorations and stockings hung up
On the mantel of a home of my very own.
And for those who didn’t care much for me
I wish them a Happy Twilight Zone.
Foreign emotions
Unwelcome thoughts
Cynical humans
Knuckled bones
Tempestuous relationships
Hardened hearts
Imprisoned potential
S*landerous tongues
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Tonight I watched the sun melt
fall into the sea and wash away
the beauty in the sky
meant nothing to me


I was tired
of so many painful hours
of dark days
watery eyes
and tear stained cheeks


This unwelcome story
how will it end?
And where is the memory
of when it began?


What day was it
when everything changed?
When the right to be cheerful
was no longer granted


When the morning comes
the dark will be present still
as dark as the days before
senseless moments
playing games within
jumbled
mixed up
spinning in slow backward circles
as my mind trips lightly over itself
again and again
over and over
and all before me there is
nothing


I will run as fast as I can
because it's all I know
my familiar friend
my hideous buddy
my mocking dark day pal


I’ll run until my breath is extinguished
outsmarting my chasing dragon
of shadows
decades past
of the deepest black night


Nothing follows me
but still I run
to find freedom
to dig for gold
from under the elusive rainbows


But always
I run alone
just me running from I


Drained
hollow
numb
a plain empty jar


It’s time to lay down my fears
leave my senses to rest
I’ve run too much
too long
too hard



Time to tell the dragon
his time is up
acknowledge the empty space
that lingers behind me
and be grateful for being alone


I will sit and wait for the sun
revel in the beauty of the sky
resurrect those things
that have long been dead to me


Wait for the light inside
for the radiance to be felt
to be seen
be understood
and once again become my friend


Slow
but sure
I return to myself
Written about my depression, many years ago (younger days!)  Happy to say I've been free of it for a long time now.  If you want to read what I said about it you can read more here --> http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2013/04/27/return-to-myself/
Lydia Johnson Sep 2014
There's a knock on the door
I said don't come in
Anxiety lives beneath my skin

It sits on the couch
which is my heart
tearing my whole world apart

It never cares to wipe its feet
trailing my chest
with bright red streaks

Get out of my house
this isn't fun
oh my God my arm is numb

Pick up your **** I want you out
I can't even scream
I can't even shout

Close the door
behind you tight
I hate this ******* fight or flight

What did you steal what did you rob
I'm so confused
I'm in such a fog

It's all coming back now
I see it clear
Just exactly what I fear

           ...You've left the door cracked...
I'm new to anxiety. Started about seven months ago. I'm sharing my thoughts and feelings so far. I'm 24
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