#condescending
I thought the only feeling
I could bare was sorrow.
But the words of others have brought me pain
Your condescension
doesn’t heal my wounds
observing my heart
doesn’t restart it’s pulse
your comments will not
bring color back to my eyes
so I suggest you keep
your condescension to yourself
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
Unsolicited advice
against its storm I brace
Showing no fear or shame
as they get up in my face
In other words ...
They tell me to zig
when I'm zagging
"Hurry up man!"
when I'm lagging
"That's not the way
I'd do it!" they opine
"Better listen to me,
get to it!" every time
Hmm, if that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!
More precisely ...
When I do what you say
in my own peculiar way
You stand
beaming with pride
taking credit
If I dare to complain
you declare me insane
then expose me to
ridicule on Reddit
(You don't regret it—
there, I've said it!)
Now I had my say
what will you do?
Hopefully MYOB
not misconstrue
"We just told you
the best way to go
You must listen to us
don’t you know?”
Thanks! If that's true
then I'll know
just what to do
when I am you!
As odd as that sounds
it must be true
I'll be doing sooo much better
when I am you!
8/20/2022
Poetry form: Lyric
A sauté of unsolicited advice with a dash of fun. All we're trying to do is get rid of the bitterness and make the rest of the flavors pop. Yummy!
Mark Toney © 2022
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
Overts and lies
Condescention, I
Noticed when you
thought I couldn't
You dont have to
Come here and smile
and extend a hand
to me with
false camaraderie
Don't bother
Feigning delight
When I'm ushered in
With the dawn of
some blistering
Winter morning
And when you wish
to spin golden tales
of grandiousity, refrain
Continue the day
And leave me out of it.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
You were the sun to my moon,
While dark eclipses constantly revolved around,
You appeared and mended me whole again.
When the waves came crashing in,
You were the one I ran to,
Despite the abyss, anchoring my faith,
You stood by my side.
I could never pay you back for tossing,
A lifesaver, indeed.
Abandoned by the sea, and hidden in the shadows,
Even, neglected by sunlight,
Baby boy, you wired the spark in my eyes,
Restarted the heart I obtained deep within,
Something I could possibly never fathom to exist,
You did that, you filled that void with happiness.
So pure,
No one would ever imagine a face,
Be taken away,
So suddenly, too quick.
You were the joy I desired,
I held you in my arms so tight,
You were finally mine,
I felt ever so complete.
Just when life felt right,
I was struck by lightning,
A storm swept the happiness and ease.
Though laying lifeless,
You and I were finally reunited.
My sweet little boy, lay lifeless,
A child like this should never rest in a casket.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Do not
send me to sleep
alone
with my fears.
Invalidation
may be the key
to my heart,
but the journey is
made clear with
gas lights.
Let be me sad.
Do not make me feel guilty.
My face is blue.
the sky
reflects off my pain
that is
mirrored in the
ocean.
I am mistaken
for water
when the land is
safe.
I mistake you for
the fisherman who
claims to
adore me.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
I suffer from a disease that goes by the name of Loneliness.
It's an ancient affliction;
some sick kind of curse,
and those who know it best often boast: it's the worst.
But every now and then,
I look around me to see some fat cow in the company of a dead-eyed chudd -
spewing out a slew of inanities for lack of the cud.
He finally shuts her up with a kiss on the mouth,
as they walk off hand in hand.
I think to myself:
"How in the hell did they find a cure,
but I can't?"
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Where does it lie?
It's either throwing sand
or digging holes.
It's either loyalty
or tainted souls.
Proclaimed neutrality.
I call bs.
It's fear wrapped up
in indifference.
Can't let them know
that you're watching them.
Scoffing, bitter
when you're really wanting,
when you're really loving.
Condescend,
you're better than ill.
You see a shrink.
You've never been still.
I try to accept those in places
I used to be.
You try to forget
you were ever less-
running from one end
to the other.
They're bad,
and you're good.
With no in-betweens.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC