#aggravation - Hello Poetry

I'm sorry for my insensitive question But what's done is done. You didn't have to go to your daddy You could've just told me You didn't have to escalate this You took away my morning that was somewhat full of bliss Now I'm feeling all emotion I already deal with so much with my own situation It was my own fault for trying to be a decent human being I'll just go on carrying Carrying all the negativity i experience on a daily basis If it's not one thing it's another bringing me no kind of solace I've already been through so much My heart is already hobbling around as if on a crutch It's been battered so much by what people say It may be cliche but no, I'm not okay.

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Jul 21, 2021

Jul 21, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC

Marcus-Dave

I'm not okay

I'm sorry for my insensitive question But what's done is done. You didn't have to go to your daddy You could've just told me You didn't have to escalate this You took away my morning that was somewhat full of bliss Now I'm feeling all emotion I already deal with so much with my own situation It was my own fault for trying to be a decent human being I'll just go on carrying Carrying all the negativity i experience on a daily basis If it's not one thing it's another bringing me no kind of solace I've already been through so much My heart is already hobbling around as if on a crutch It's been battered so much by what people say It may be cliche but no, I'm not okay.

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A cat is mischief incarnate from claws to whiskered nose. He spreads his form indiscriminately whenever and wherever he goes. 19% in his tail; the sweeping fluff of doom. 23% in the wailing cries that wake you in nighttime gloom. 8% in the claws and teeth which teach the unwise to take care. 31% in the legs; carrying him from disasters- he caused- everywhere. 19% in the eyes that direct these ongoing rebuffs of fate: surveying all that smacks of horror in the humans who are always too late.

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Aug 4, 2019

Aug 4, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC

801

100% Mischief

A cat is mischief incarnate from claws to whiskered nose. He spreads his form indiscriminately whenever and wherever he goes. 19% in his tail; the sweeping fluff of doom. 23% in the wailing cries that wake you in nighttime gloom. 8% in the claws and teeth which teach the unwise to take care. 31% in the legs; carrying him from disasters- he caused- everywhere. 19% in the eyes that direct these ongoing rebuffs of fate: surveying all that smacks of horror in the humans who are always too late.

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The question rings as a rattle on my cage. "I am writing poetry" I answered. He mumbled, "I thought you were playing Mahjong." I exhaled hard, "I was. I won two games. " I said with a little aggravation. "Hum..." he said, then all fell silent. I did not respond. Only the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard continued Until he could not stand it anymore, "There's news today. The USA is pulling out of Syria." "Hum, that's good." I said. He said, "I am sure the families of the soldiers that are coming home are happy." "Yeah, they probably are." I said halfheartedly as I continued to write. "Israel is still worried about their borders." Sarcastically I replied, "Maybe they will build a wall." The sounds of tap-tap-tap on the keyboard, continuing... He said, "Yeah, maybe Trump will help them." I stopped typing. We laughed and I continued to write. It was quiet for just a moment. Then he said, "What'cha doing now? We both laughed out loud!!! And I finished this writing.

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Dec 27, 2018

Dec 27, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC

KeiyaT

What'cha Doing?

The question rings as a rattle on my cage. "I am writing poetry" I answered. He mumbled, "I thought you were playing Mahjong." I exhaled hard, "I was. I won two games. " I said with a little aggravation. "Hum..." he said, then all fell silent. I did not respond. Only the sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard continued Until he could not stand it anymore, "There's news today. The USA is pulling out of Syria." "Hum, that's good." I said. He said, "I am sure the families of the soldiers that are coming home are happy." "Yeah, they probably are." I said halfheartedly as I continued to write. "Israel is still worried about their borders." Sarcastically I replied, "Maybe they will build a wall." The sounds of tap-tap-tap on the keyboard, continuing... He said, "Yeah, maybe Trump will help them." I stopped typing. We laughed and I continued to write. It was quiet for just a moment. Then he said, "What'cha doing now? We both laughed out loud!!! And I finished this writing.

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Honestly, Slashing my wrists Would be more fun than this.

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC

chelsey

Asdfghjkl

Honestly, Slashing my wrists Would be more fun than this.

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The ******** in making, Enjoy the pleasures of faking. My thoughts still fleeting, Sheared off yet bleating. The rake inside me awakened, Morals yet again threatened. The devil's awake agile and ready, Conscience breached and unsteady. My head remains heavy and pensive, A ******* yet again shall live. Ransacked of all what I had, Forlorn with thoughts, sad. Leaves me hollow inside and out, Void inside wishes to scream and shout.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC

Blissfulnobody

Aggravated To Misery

The ******** in making, Enjoy the pleasures of faking. My thoughts still fleeting, Sheared off yet bleating. The rake inside me awakened, Morals yet again threatened. The devil's awake agile and ready, Conscience breached and unsteady. My head remains heavy and pensive, A ******* yet again shall live. Ransacked of all what I had, Forlorn with thoughts, sad. Leaves me hollow inside and out, Void inside wishes to scream and shout.

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