#disappointing
One time I was on London's
busy Oxford Street
crossing the road
when I ended up doing the
awkward dancing encounter
the side to side shuffle
you know what I'm talking about
if you don't then go away now
with a camel coat wearing
executive type lady and yes heels yes
I went left, she went left
from my pov (which stands for point of view)
I went right, she went right, see above
I wasn't trying to be a nuisance
but it was quite confusing
then I went left, she went left
I went right, she went right
you get the picture, yes we see
This went on for one verse too long
(from her pov) then
she let out an exasperated HAH!
shoved me hard in the chest
shocked >I buckled< OOOF!
I have to say she had every right
and it takes an alpha-beta male
to admit this, thank you
for your attention to this matter
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
to be the kind of person
who will glimpse
the cherry blossom tree
beautifully delicate
in its early bloom
fluttering the palest pink
against a fragile white
desperate against even
the gentlest of breeze
but only observe
the black and the white
of what the premature
might mean for later
commenting how soon
these branches will lose
their graceful lustre
no longer to inspire
those hopeful wanderers
only to appear barren
and lifeless once again
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
sometimes
hearing
that someone else
is broken
heals us
and that's just
sad
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 2:15 AM UTC
Ask it.
And mirror marked
Of grime, and dirt
Lines, white
Razor perfect
Eyes that haunt
My own
Approaches
A simple device
Of a vice
Choices
I find myself
This familiarity
Strings to hands
Leading feet
Want, need
To not
And no longer
Be that one
This used to numb
Thoughts are
Are not
The intentions
Put to sound
Shaky tired voice
Help me
Breathe it in
While facing
His gaze is
I
Am
Sorry
Again
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Exiting a vehicle of fading black
Looking about
But not looking back
Eagerly setting out
With a pack in back
Only but a few miles to the real start
This day, starting at the very bottom
River of black rock and a strip of yellow paint
Below eager feet
Trekking up, not stopping for the heat
To the left, tall hill of dry brush and crumbling rock
To the right, a great rocky edge
Overlooking a grand sight
Of distant hills and the city
People ahead, talking of the journey
Laughing and prancing about
Soon I'm passing them,
Getting ahead
Eventually stopping to see the view
Only to hear a distant shout;
A name, called in the wind
Time to turn around?
Leave before it has truly begun?
Sad, indeed it is,
For it was with great disappointment
And great sadness
That lay deep in my chest
As we dragged down the hill
Maybe another day to complete the rest
But oh, this day is not that day.
- Jay M
June 28th, 2020
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
im not sad
nor mad
just disappointed
since im the one youre avoiding
I understand youre hurt
just dont make me feel like im the ****
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
It's like a silent road
Everything has been stopped.
Without having a hope or a dream and being free
But it's like walking blindly.
Things are never going to happen
As I thought
How it supposed to be.
Finally realised that
It is like a mirage
Because disappointing it seems
to keep our dreams
and our thinking in our mind.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
If you cut me open what do you think you would find?
Two gasping lungs?
A beating heart?
What do you expect to find inside me?
Hope?
Faith?
Love?
I'm so very sorry to disappoint
I've beaten you at your own game
Truth is I opened myself up a long time ago
Just to see what flesh looked like below skin
And as it would seem
I'm empty inside
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Down I trusted you, but -
D You promised me, but -
O
W I fall from the sky, and -
N You let me fall, and -
down
DON'T I didn't jump, and -
L You pushed me over, but-
E
T I'm disappointed, but -
ME You're disappointing, and -
d
o
w
n
You let me down
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
It’s really disheartening
The way people are being
They only love you at the beginning
And they chew you up the next thing
They spit you out after they use you
They forget everything right that you do
They take your air until you turn blue
Turns out, people are worse than you knew
It’s really disappointing
The way spiders keep you spinning
They bind you up till you’re hurting
Keep you in a shelf until they start eating
They make you wait for your death
Mercilessly, they take your last breath
What’s worse is you don’t even have a death bed
Your awake but all of you is spent
Like a lake without water
Like a pen without a paper
They left me like this, more alone than ever
I just wish I could be happier
But I promise myself, this is the last time
I’ll never again let them take what’s mine
My sanity is all that is left in my mind
And I’ll bury it somewhere even I can’t find
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
I went to the canyon
To see the sights
To read the writes
To meet the heights
The heights were high
The lows were right
But something didn’t click
The tears didn’t run
The breath wasn’t taken
Yeah it was cool but I’m not mistaken
I wanted to be blown off that cliff
But the wind fell short, the air was stiff
Never have I met my sense of awe
I hope we’ll meet someday
I’m holding out hope that I find my strike
That I’ll be blown away
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
I do so well without you
Then you come back again
I say that I am fine
I sit and play pretend.
I go off to parties
I try to flirt with men
I do so well without you
That it’s hard not to pretend.
And, silly me, I loved you
And, silly me, I care
For you and all around you
But love is never fair.
I do so well without you
Then back you come around
I see you in the distance
You look for common ground.
I say I want to see you
I say I want to call
I sit alone and wonder
If I was anything at all?
And, silly me, I loved you
I thought I meant the world
To me, you were my everything
But I was not your girl.
I do so well without you
So very, very well.
Until you say hello again
And I’m under your spell.
And, silly me, I talk to you
I often bare my soul
And, silly me, I love you
But you don’t deserve to know.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
You laugh at my jokes and blush as I tease
You drive me insane and I swear you’re flirting with me
Please reply
I’ve thought this for a while
So I decided to say
I like you a lot, but I know you don’t feel the same way
Please reply
You’re straight and I know I can’t change that.
Am I just telling myself what I want to hear,
Is it true that those intertwined hand holds were anything but queer
Please reply
They fit like puzzle pieces and I swear when we pull away..
Its like they don’t want to let go, they just want to stay
And oh how I wish they could.
Please reply
They depart slowly and I can still feel the heat
Sadly not the warmth from your rosy red cheeks
Please reply
Is it true that when we locked eyes, blushed and chuckled,
It was nothing, simply a friend, your bright eyes rebuttal
Please reply
Is it true that my heart beat shouldn’t have increased and my face shouldn’t have turned red
Is it true I shouldn’t be lying here writing about you alone in my bed
Or at all
Please reply
please reply
Please
Just
Reply
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
It’s the disappointing feeling you get
When a phenomenal movie is over
Or hearing a song you relate to
And realize it’s about to end
You know you can always play them again
But nothing will ever compare to the first time.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
Disappointment
I see it in my mother’s eyes
I hear it in her voice
I feel it in the air
The tension is painful
It’s sharp like needles against my skin
Her words hit me like broken glass
“Can’t” “Don’t” “Wouldn’t”
“Why”
It stings
“Why”
It seeps into my skin
“Why”
It creeps through my veins
How does a mother’s disappointment explain why?
Why?
My brain was asleep
Why?
I was on autopilot
Why?
My head was full of fog
Why?
I wasn’t in control
Disappointment.
I am everyone’s greatest.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 4:53 PM UTC
I don't like new notebooks.
I mean, I like new, beautiful, clean, pristine notebooks,
but I don't like using them.
I don't want to ruin it.
I open up to the first page and it's so blank, so white, so pure,
there's not an imperfection in sight.
I don't want to use it because I don't want to mess it up. I want it to stay perfect, and beautiful.
I don't want that inevitable ****** drawing or poem to **** it up.
I don't want my uncleanliness, my messiness to spread to something so perfect.
I do end up using it. If I didn't, I'd just have a bunch of empty notebooks lying around which honestly I'd prefer.
But I take forever to do it, to break the seal.
I have to have the perfect thing to ruin perfection because if it's not perfect, it's not worth it to ruin it.
It goes two ways though:
The first entry is perfect, beautiful, inspiring, deep,
and then I never use that book again.
Because now it's perfection is magnified.
I couldn't possibly follow it up with something better or just as good,
and it's quite possible that the more I try to come up with something good to match, the initial piece deteriorates and it becomes disappointing, thus resulting in the notebook not being used.
The second way this goes is the first entry is trash.
It's disgraceful and I want to tear it out
but suddenly the book becomes less daunting, less intimidating because now, it's imperfect.
Every entry to follow doesn't have to live up to some grand standard.
But I'm reminded everytime I use that book that I failed, that I created garbage.
It makes everything that comes after, not as good as what I want to do, it lacks passion.
If I tear out the initial entry, the cycle starts over.
No matter which way you spin it, we just don't get along. I end up with a bunch of half used, disappointing books sitting around haunting me as I walk by.
A notebook is reflective of who you are,
it displays the deepest parts of you.
What if your unhappy with what you see on the page?
What if what you see isn't you?
What if, this blank, empty page of nothingness is better than what you are?
Why would you want to ruin something so pure and perfect with your mess?
Because nothing you ever write, draw, sketch, compose or create on it will ever be as good as it's once held purity.
-t.s.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Connection beyond all belief. Connection between two.
If only.
Deep connection, where tether strings are tied, no matter how far - there is a floating connection.
And I yearn for it.
The connection, one where I fall, one where I fall aimlessly into reciprocation.
And I am always closing every door.
No one sees the mirrors like I do. And if they stand behind me - I crack the mirror, or, I will fog the mirror, I will stand far away....
With my entire heart, my entire being - one day - I held out a single, violently shaking finger (the only part of my body reaching out.)
The only part asking for help, love, acceptance.
The only piece of flesh that I will reveal.
But, I tend to clench my fists.
And the connection between anyone is never as strong as I hoped, as I wanted, as I....
I stand in the darkest of corners.
Hearing my own breathe every once in a while.
My heart beat, loud, my stinging chest, quivers at their intertwining connections.
They......
And I wish I could connect, but fear keeps my mouth empty
My mind's sparks are dim - I keep the light low.
But their roaring flames, brilliant, luminescent - it's growing.
Shining through a prism.
Shining daylight - glorious to all with wide eyes
and I.... wish, they knew I had a finger to spare in their conversation.
But the corner, is comfort.
The corner is the protection against loss. The corner never gains or loses. And that is where I will remain.
Do they know?
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow
You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else
Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
It didn't matter who,
Or When,
Or Where,
Or What,
He used to get his way.
A manipulative little boy,
Born and bred to be,
No less than destructive.
A brother by blood,
But by God not by love,
And perhaps that's why.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
"I know
What I want,
When I want,
And How I want it! "
When you scream at me
My whining and scream
Is louder than anything
To make me stop
You need to give me everything
Because …
"I know
What I want,
When I want, and
How I want it ! "
Talking to me makes no sense
And explaining to me
Just makes me build more fence
Whatever you do, you can’t break me
For …
" I KNOW
WHAT I WANT,
WHEN I WANT, AND
HOW I WANT IT!!!! "
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
Loving someone just like me was terrible.
We were a twister; a ball of flames-- so destructive, that we burnt everyone in our wake.
I'm so sorry.
We broke every bed, and smashed every ******* hope and dream our parents had for us.
We screamed and yelled and decimated each other to the brink of permanent dislocation, and then you shoved me over the cliff.
My, what a cliff that was..
**** me?
No.
**** you.
We shattered every bone in our bodies violently explaining how "right" one of us was,
but we only proved how fatally stubborn we really are.
We rode the waves of life ********
That was a mistake.
We shot up the night, and drank up the tragedies like drunks fresh out of a failed rehab stint, as they rolled over us like rock crushers-- hair of the dog that bit you; "it's good for poetry", they said.
Never a dull moment for us
Abuser
Never a craving
I want what I had back
Never a quiet moment
We used to scream so loud..
Never left wanting more
I want more than a manipulator.
Never a deeper sadness than what we create together
**** straight**
I don't love you anymore.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
"Gladly lost in the depths of you"
What depths?
How am I lost?
I'm lost in a puddle.
I'm standing ankle deep in fluff; in disappointment.
Some days, I wish things were different
Some days, I wish we were two of a kind
Some days..
But I fear loving someone just like me would be terrible.
We would be a twister; a ball of flames-- so destructive, that we would burn everyone in our wake.
We would break every bed, and smash every hope and dream our parents' had for us.
We would scream and yell and decimate each other to the brink of permanent dislocation, but never over the cliff.
My, what a cliff that would be..
We would break every bone in our bodies violently explaining how "right" one of us was, but only proving how fatally stubborn we really are.
We would ride the waves of life ********
We would shoot up the night, and drink up the tragedies like a drunk fresh out of a failed rehab stint, as they roll over us like rock crushers-- hair of the dog that bit you; it's good for poetry, they say.
Never a dull moment for us
Never a craving
Never a quiet moment
Never left wanting more
Never a deeper sadness than what we create together
But perhaps it's a mistake wanting more than you
Perhaps you're keeping me from destruction
Perhaps your holding me back is a blessing
Perhaps I need you more than my heart realizes
Perhaps it's better this way
Perhaps I don't need to ever fall in love with someone like me
Lord knows I can't seem to love myself
What makes me think I would love my true other half?
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC