#bothered
A deep need arises
a desire to be filled
leaving you
drenched
in ecstasy
as my essence
pours out
indefinitely
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 1:14 PM UTC
it's not tiring being happy
it's ******* tiring not being sad and bothered
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 10:40 PM UTC
Her eyes lie to me,
as much as they entice me.
Either way,
I am her's
for the
taking
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC
I struggled in the past
To write a respectable rhyme
More I create the harder it gets
Have to put in increasing time
But this is the first time in months
By far the most in years
Inspired I have felt
It's all thanks to my tears
Bad news is I'm crying
That means more pain
Root of excellence isn't sunshine
For me it's pouring rain
Meaning hidden in the suffering
Can't feel good 100% of the time
Otherwise things wouldn't feel good at all
Without other to compare it to
Is no difference between short and tall
I express better in shades of sorrow
Than I do in colorful rainbows and bliss
Negative emotions waiting in my soul
I try to verse happiness
Doesn't come out sounding truly authentic
That's because it's forced
Words meant to gallop freely
Not corralled
Coerced
I suffer writers block in moments of peace
In a way I'm grateful we are apart
Won't lie and say I'm not bothered by it
At least the result is some beautiful art
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:12 AM UTC
I don't want to write for you,
But for me.
I don't want to dance for them,
It's my body.
I'm always afraid of mediocrity,
but I lock myself away.
So here I am on the couch,
grade B Socrates.
I don't want to impress them
I just want to stay
In the formless world I curated,
existing my way.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:31 AM UTC
rustic brain calls upon late a night, wishing things will be done by the breaking of dawn.
oh, how i wish these sleepless nights could end in a spur. for years i have calculated, but have not documented those hideous moments to ever enter my sight. everywhere i look, a bickering thought arrives as if a group of chattering teeth lines through my mind when i'm suppose to be at rest.
in this shallow moment, let this end.
in this shallow moment, let's stop crying silently in our bed.
and as the morning rises, we could see brightly of the horizon. forgetting it for awhile until it crawls through at night. an unending cycle that causes a lot of fright. as if our brains lingers to the thought too tight.
rustic brain will soon heal
or so, or just life's haunting thrill
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 7:07 AM UTC
I never planted my roots with you
Because the ground was too firm
You had too many rocks
Besides
Oh light of my life
How was I meant to grow up
When I was surrounded by ground covers
*c.
r.
e.
e.
p.
i.
n.
g.*
all around me
How was I meant to bloom
in a garden
that you never cared to water?
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
My soul separates from my being when you are not with me
when you hug another my heart faints, falling deep down my guts
something start stopping me from breathing
I can't think straight at any given time
I am volatile to my own expressions
My emotions can not be contained within me
My mind needs to be set off from my deepest worries
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
... And so, the cycle begins a new,
How shallow I feel not here with you.
Lies I tell myself to sleep at night
Toss and turn, you were my only light.
Here I sow with another.
She tries but yet I still feel smothered.
Empty inside it seems to feel
Every day is a battle that I'm trying to heal.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
I've seen that look so many times
I was bothered at first sight
I blink an eye at the thought of you
I was terrified inside
I never wanted to feel this way
I'm tired of walking away
Now I'm so afraid
for I was bothered that it's bothering me.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
I could spend an eternity
alone on this island
with only a string and hook
and still catch feelings
instead of fishes
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
The world has moved on and I am fixated on one **** detail. A blank stare that lasted maybe two seconds before he carried on with his work. The look was indescribable because the expression was void of emotion. This is incredibly ridiculous, but I am so horrifically bothered by it. That **** expression. This **** minor occurrence has somehow managed to ruin my day. But here's the thing - this is routine for me. I know myself too well. I will be incredibly self-conscious from now on in that space. So many things go past that man, but my stupid digressions didn't. I am a victim of over-analysis. I will patiently wait for the day my memory will finally let this go.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
*Feelings can be ignored because it's a choice.
You can choose what to feel.
But ignoring feelings are like an itch you want to scratch,
a thread that is visibly hanging loose that you want to pull or the urge to sneeze.*
***Feelings can be ignored, but they will always come to bother you.
You can ignore feelings, but you can't deny that you are feeling them.***
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
It's nothing,
No, it's something.
Nagging and pulling,
Prodding with its insistence.
Distracting me,
Making me turn my attention to it.
"Surely not" I said.
It continued.
Bothered by it,
I decided to listen.
Wondering,
"How can this be?"
I've known him for so long,
But he's been a friend.
A good friend,
One who doesn't hurt you.
But I suppose that's why,
That's why I can't focus.
That's why I'm distracted,
Because I'm in love with him.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
you are like toothpaste
i stick on my face
that wont come off for a whole day
i wish you where the ending.
when i whipe it off
the pimples have gone away.
you are like my mind
you never shut up
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
*How come I still don’t know your name?
Oh come on!
Stop being so mysterious.
It kills me inside.
My troubled mind
Is forcing me to know more about you
But how could even I?
If your name alone,
I do not know
Please don’t do this to me.
Please.
Make yourself known.
Just for once.*
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
of trying to keep a schedule
trying to stay updated
pleasing my **** fans
im getting sort of tired
of trying to be... "deep"
"thought-provoking"
and "pithy"
**** that.
i do not write to please you
i do not write because i want "votes"
and "comments"
i do not write to even keep my sanity in check
not anymore
i write because something nags me so much
that i either turn it into words
or **** myself
simple as that.
so please
please do not think
that my oh-so-romantic poetic suffering
is all for you
it's not.
it most definitely is not.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
Still wages at my mind;
Why am I so kind?
Next time, He asks,
Tell him, "Kiss my behind!"
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC