#complain
You say I complain
To much
But everyone does
I’ve got
So many thoughts in my brain
It could be worse
And I think to myself
I wanna cry
But I have to be fine
I say the vain things
So that I don’t let slip
The things that really hurt
The things that burn
See, there’s a buildup
And a breaking point
And I’ve had enough
The bible says
Some people may spend
Their whole lives
on their knees
Suffering
The bible says
That every day
Of your life
Is planned before you
even enter the womb
So i’m supposed to be sad
And mad
And i’m supposed to have all this
On me
I’m supposed to hate
My family
Myself
My life
Anyone can suffer
All their life
Maybe that’s me
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
Have you noticed how once we start getting happier,
we tend to write less?
atleast I do.
I think its because all we ever do is complain.
and once theres nothing to complain about,
theres really nothing to talk about, nothing to write about.
I guess you could take that as a good thing,
or maybe a bad thing.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
Complaining what i could be,
what i wish i could be,
Complaining about what i wish would happen,
what could have happened,
when i'm in the middle of what i used to pray for.
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
Everything I write is filled with the same,
It's all hurt and pain
And feeling insane
And how I can't stay in my own lane
Continually asking, "what's wrong with this brain?"
While evening else sounds like
Complain
Complain
Complain
It's just easier to remember the rough terrain
And every little stain
Leading me to ask, "why should I remain?"
©2024
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 3:24 AM UTC
You know it's true when I say
that we are messed up
in our own little way.
We cry and complain
This is a mess
but when it's gone
our life's just too plain
We miss the madness.
But that's human nature
by which we abide
Because the grass is always greener
on the other side.
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 9:17 AM UTC
There are certain feelings in my heart that I won’t try to explain
which if I were to tell you about them you’d probably complain.
The well-springs of our heart run deep and determine how we live
meaning: if we don’t allow them to flow naturally hold us captive.
_________________________
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 10:41 PM UTC
To all the mornings that go wrong
1 hope you know
I find my laughter in you
somewhere along the "why mes" and "why nows"
A beautiful summer breeze hit
And I forgot what there was to complain about
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 10:49 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, best me is the best feel the way I own:>
heart so pale
I am senseless with no shame
guess that curse you embraced me with didn't go in vain
feel a deprivation in my feels I pained
rather myself than affections by strangers to my insane
bet that dream you stole haunted me and stained
I want to scream and tear the memory out of that stupid brain
**** the devil will still forever and I can't complain
------ravenfeels
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 7:41 PM UTC
Over and over
Your mother
Your job
The system
The cheats
The liars
Your excuses
Eventually most meet truth
For a minute
Feel the power
Ownership
This couch feels good
© Mike Levine 2021
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 7:18 PM UTC
Some people enjoy complaining
It makes them happy to gripe
But who complains about the complainers?
I’m even going to complain about the word complain, complain, complain, complain. It’s annoying.
Do we feel better now? Sure do.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
My head asks what is the matter
My heart does not know the trouble
The sun shines more brilliant
The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows
Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers
The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide
My mind asks and the world responds
The love appears and the peace governs
The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines
it greets these were killed
and accuses these killings
Even the most powerful supports
Even the world tries to close his eyes
The freedom opens its arms
For long hugs for these downers
For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures
Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down
They will complain to the God for this unbalance
The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
Every good is dying species
It is rare to find something nice.
It is too late in the living
And I have stopped believing.
There is a creep around every corner
Comes out when naive comes closer,
Changes them to face harsh facts
No one's innocence is intact.
It is lack of justice and law,
Not fast with many flaws.
Lack of security in many places,
discrimination in gender and races.
Everything to consider even,
Odd to think as human.
For a difference of opinion,
No need to show the gun.
Very easy to sit on sofa watching TV
No consequence and no liability
I say my thoughts out loud
I have lot to complain about.
Every beauty is filled with ugly
Covered up nicely
Beneath the skin, an unpleasant view
We sell the same old as brand new.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
My stomach is in a knot
Because as my lips are being traced by yours
My name is on the tip of your tongue
But you don't spit it out
You complain about the song
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Love loving -
love pain!
Because you will also
have a lot of it.
It's up to you -
to complain!
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
I said I wouldn't write about you
but who am I
to strip myself of what makes me live
in art I've surfaced my own sins
and some of yours.
I suppose
I've taken space you've asked of me
needing to blockmyface
whenyouonceplaced
my name into your skin
in a quiet champagne trip and
Gold
indented ribs
Take a sip.
If it's "poison" that touches your lips
THEN you could've skipped
dipped
flipped me onto the piles of rubbled glass
torn from your walls
placed carelessly cornered or left simply to fall
switched in
flip
some contorted reverse
though my heart refuses to pin you as
Perverse
when these colors emerged
Two Years of swells i Chose to forget
each time that i stayed when I knew
i should've left.
When Everybody told me Better was Mine
I wouldn't give in to believe that your heart was
Unkind.
From the moment I knew I'd clutched your stairway-ed arms
to
Ease My Ailing,
sweaty palms in driver-ed cars
Kermit Ruffins and philly beer bars
roller coasters, Christmas lights
endless pen-streamed journaled binds
An unopened book
pages still blank
more than a stitch to ease the pain of your name
though i mustn't Complain
...and I still can't Rejoice
But I'll watch the sunrise through Uncommon windows
trace folds of your fingers -- sweet struggled wake on your pillow
and dance foreign waltz in clipped black-wig nights
plated sweet nourriture to watch your delight
Watch you dance decorated as I set in Pride
hold me to standards --yet bend when I'm Right
Speak to me softly in quiet teared nights
tell me I'm beautiful when femininity cannot find
me
Drape me in curtains of love and Security
Fit so Securely in the curves of my body
Smile in shyness--like absence of tongue
as your cheeks lift to hide your eyes
in thin rungs
Gold plates of your stomach and skin over hips
saying my name through pleasurepursed lips
Pounding the pavement in carouseled times
not only Read, but Returned all my rhymes
The fortress is daunting
I'm brooding and swift
Sometimes the brick slips but the flips never Switch
So if russe folk dances and stealing lost tea
causes your coldness, just slightly, to bleed
Remember what I did
--to, your troubles, ease
Don't say for this new year I didn't
Prioritize your Needs
MARRY THEM, by all of all means
i never pushed you to choose, instead, me
I've learned my doors close,
i woke to realize
when those i thought open I faced and
denied
because nothing matches the pulses and start
--the warmth in my chest when your palms
press my heart
that's why with your Run i cannot understand
feelings and highs
unsustainable lands
I never demand - I never imply
but im also neverwrong
and i can't shake
You and I.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:26 PM UTC
" They come hurt me and go! "
He complained.
" But some stay,
hold you in your hard times,
only love and never leave. "
She added with a smile.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
there is a knock on the door
in the dead of night
it's opportunity
trying to **** you again
With stories of folklore
A chaotic unity
Are you a knight?
Or will you complain?
Take a leap,
Or are you too cheap?
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
We grumble about the people
Who doesn't admit their mistakes!
We judge the people
Who does admit their mistakes!!
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
In the science of it all, synapses are life altering.
Have the same thought, closer and closer they grow.
Just by changing your thoughts, you can change your life.
Yes, but....
That person did...
She did...
He did...
They did...
The list goes on and on.
We, as humans love to wallow in our negativity.
Changing that is easier than people think.
People don't think of change.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
If I am gone
vanish like pieces
into the atom.
It ain’t complain
lets drawback
spur in rhythm.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
You say
that you're hurt.
That you seek
a fair choice.
Dear one,
even a flower wilts.
When the sun undresses it,
desperate for the maniacal love making;
and the bees **** the honey.
The petals turn dry
when the nectar leaves.
And so it rests on the ground.
Open and wasted;
thus enjoys an eternal sleep.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
While the world can preach
of greater pain
and complain of shallow hearts
that never look out of themselves.
They never see the the windows of their heart
that were nailed shut
from outside.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC