#envious
No matter how much I work,
No matter how hard I try,
It'll never be enough
To simply get by.
My dog needs vet care,
And my cat ate a string,
But to greedy bosses and CEOs,
The poor don't mean a thing -
Hoarding money is the only way to go.
I dream of a life not elegant or grand,
But simply one where my family is happy and healthy,
And really truly fed,
Not one where I work myself to death
All for the sake of the Man.
Where we suffer, the privileged thrive,
Where we lement, the rich do revel,
And there seems no end to my empty pantry
While the privileged dine all rich and fancy.
I hope they're happy,
I hope they're swell,
Because in the end,
We never mattered,
And I know we never will.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:14 PM UTC
Envy tells me a story,
One, he was told by my friends.
He tells me about their happiness,
And how it never seems to end.
How their lives seem to be so perfect,
While I’m crumbling apart.
I wish Envy would leave me,
But he’s adamant to break my heart.
Envy whispers triumphs,
Another crushing defeat.
I should feel happy for them,
Instead, I feel weak.
This world is passing me by,
While I stand frozen in time,
Perhaps my chance to shine,
Passed long ago.
As I look in the mirror,
Envy tells me my inadequacies.
He points to the acne,
And the glasses on my face.
He isn’t kind to me,
And he calls me a disgrace.
I beg him to stop,
But he only laughs at my expense.
Oh, how Envy hurts me,
But, oh, how it makes sense.
The snare of comparison is tight around my neck,
It won’t come loose, it’s like a noose,
Except wrapped inside my head.
Like a rabbit in a trap, I’m trapped,
With no way to break free.
On those days, I feel, oh, so lonely,
I guess I have my good friend Envy.
Am I a horrible person,
To feel this way?
This envy is constantly darkening my sunny days.
I’ll just look at my word search, as I search,
For the words to say,
And how to say them.
While Envy watches and lurks,
With a subtle smirk,
As I break.
Oh, I envy…
I envy them.
My joys seem,
Arbitrary in comparison.
Envy keeps telling me his sweet stories,
As I consistently demean myself for not being so lucky.
He’s a poet, too,
And he knows what to do.
He never feels restrained or contained.
Envy, he’s crazy, but so captivating,
Showing me what I am missing.
A boyfriend,
I hope it goes well,
And doesn’t meet a bitter end,
Like many stories tell.
Junior year,
Only two more left to go.
When our paths veer,
Will I end up alone?
Envy’s torturous words,
Uttered with malice,
Gathered together like herds,
Feeling inadequate.
Like a knife in my back,
A personal attack,
Against myself,
Highlighting what I lack.
He paints me a portrait,
Of things I’ll never have,
Throw it to the fire,
And watch it burn to ash.
Gather all the remnants,
And add it to the stack.
Pain, heartache, isolation,
Stirred to the surface due to one emotion.
Outsiders might say I have no reason,
But this envy is just like an ocean.
Its waters are so frigid,
Not even Posideon could stand it.
Occasionally, there are ripples,
From little tiny drops.
They’re let out,
And it’s hard for them to stop.
Envy’s villainous gaze,
Would turn Medusa to stone.
I’ll be the lonely monarch sitting on his throne.
I’ll watch from my tower,
As people live in the world below.
Envy by my side, all alone,
In my merciless, envious home.
So, I’ll envy…
A fleeting sense of control.
I’ll envy,
The noose taking hold.
Envy,
My sweetest friend.
Envy,
The one who’ll stay till the end.
I can’t help but envy my friends.
He’s whispering again,
His voice overtaking my head.
I envy…
Oh, I envy them.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
Each time I think of you
It is as if
I call down the moon
To frame your silhouette
Embraced by another
It is as if
The four winds
Shall burn us both
With the jealously
Born from my nature
It is as if
Each composition of
Scented dialogue
Withheld from my eyes
Became a letter
Of indiscretion
Unleashed upon the world
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
Being envious is a strong emotion,
An emotion that is hard to shake,
Seeing something that you can't have,
A feeling that you can't seem to break!!
Although, you are unhappy of others achievements,
you can't seem to shake the feeling,
You are in need of letting it go,
You are in the need of Healing!!
but, sometimes that is hard to do,
You have to confess what is hurting you,
Once you let it go, than you will know,
How to cope with and Be better at dealing!!
B.R.
Date: 2/19/2025
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's joy in every second
So dreamy yet so real.
I've had my share of moments
and I keep reliving them.
The things I pen about,
Look at you actually living them.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's beauty in every minute,
Every minute as soothing as
when a wind chime rings.
I have my share of beauty
I pen it down every night,
Look at you in this shining armour
posing as her knight.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's charm in every hour,
Unlike this ordeal.
Often I pen about
how I starve for
these moments and then I
Look at you as the same
moments you devour.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
Is there bad-envy and good-envy?
Is bad-envy
when I desire to take away from another person
what brings them joy and happiness?
Is good-envy
when I take clues
from how another person has achieved
joy and happiness
to achieve joy and happiness
for myself?
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
Envious
Is a deep word
Meaning more than envy itself
Envious is craving your feet on the other side of the world
Where no road ends
When the same rain falls
And when all things turn inevitably
For better or worse
We are all on the same green Earth
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
My phone never keeps quiet, always buzzing
Its another repetitious reminder of reality,
of my endless, unsatisfying want
Envy soaked and drowned,
Seeping into cracks
of longing
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
I wish there was a word beyond “sad”
Because three letters cannot capture
The way my heart breaks and bends every time you enter my mind
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC
i am traces of my mother
i have the power
to move mountains
and create new life
with each kiss
she gave me
seeds were planted
she told me that
flowers go with green
for we both have
green eyes of envy
don't let it control you
my dear
for green eyes can be
filled with jealousy
and hate
alluring but dangerous
allow these flowers
to keep you humble
she says
remember who you are
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
I left you
Left you lying on a bed
Cuddled up with our memories.
I left you to go cry
To rock myself to sleep
Clutching our memories.
I left you
I left you whole, yet I was shattered
Broken pieces of self doubt and insecurity.
I left you to go put myself back together,
To try and regain my dignity
To try and feel happy
I left you to try and figure out
how you can both leave me feeling so good
And also so lost.
I left you because you don't want me
Because I can't continue to want you
And I can't continue to care, when you dont.
I left you because I am chasing a ghost
Running after someone that never started the race.
I left you because I knew you'd let me
Let me run out the door,
Drunk as I was, sad as I was, lonely and playing second fiddle as I was.
I left you because your pity makes me sick
Am I as pathetic as I appear?
I left you because I knew you wouldn't call,
I knew you wouldn't text to see if I was ok.
I left because sleep was more important
To you then my slowly breaking heart and mind.
I left you because I am too dramatic
and even still I know this is my fault,
That this played out the way I knew it would.
I left you because I cannot leave myself.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC
How they wield horrible envy,
Crawling its way onto my veins,
Grab my neck by means envious.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
I don't write uplifting words
my poems are stones I throw at the soaring birds
Because I'm jealous
Yearning to get that high and it makes me rebellious
All I want is a friend
But y'all just pretend
I invite you to a home
Love you just like kin
And what do I get in return
A back stab and a burn
But just wait
Just wait youll get yo turn
Think one day you'll learn
That what you get is what you earn
What you dish
Is what you fish
What you leave
Is what you receive
Then one day we can try again
You can try to accompany me
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
I would rather be your Friday night than your Sunday morning
Because I know that you're with me Sunday morning.
I would rather be your Unknown Caller.
I would rather be your
"meet me on the corner" or your
"I wish I could stay"
Because that way I would know where I stand.
But I'm not any of these things.
I am your wife. And I am envious of the one who has your heart while I only have your hand.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
I'm tired of being jealous of other people's lives
I want to make a life that someone else is envious of
that makes them want to change their lives for the better
that makes them question how they're living or what they really wanna do
If they're staying true to themselves
or just doing what everyone else wants
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
why can't I be perfect?
why must I be flawed?
all I wish is to be exactly like you
people tell me to be myself
but to be myself is not enough
I am weak
I am nothing
I am hopeless
I cannot be myself
to be myself will end in tragedy
sadness
grief
I look up to you
I aspire to be you
but then my mind gets twisted
I become
jealous
envious
bitter
hateful
why must you be so perfect?
why must you be the "better" one?
why must you be so flawless?
why can't it be me?
what is so wrong with me?
i hate it so much
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
The way he looks at me,
the way he smiles at me.
I wonder what it feels like..
To what..?
Feel envious,
Hate,
Love..?
His green eyes, look at me.
His eyes make me feel bare.
My emotions are fleeting,
to some mythical place.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
In arms we entered,
Her red hair lit all in Pub,
. . . My firing squad.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
*He is a poet
And everybody knows it
Though sometimes they can be a little hard;
He gives them wordings
As easy as is speaking
And does it with pride and truly without regard.*
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC