#frustrate
It comes in pieces it seems
four or so lines, at a time
building, without the right beams
weak in prose, and in rhyme
The juices of creativity
have all but left, mind and hand
and no help from any divinity
as all my words washed away
in the sand
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
If I die of the Plauge
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a healthy
And happy
If I die of Ebola
I would want to be remembered
Not as a victim
But as a beautiful
And diligent girl
Who created art.
If I die of rabies
I would want to be remembered
Not as an aggressive victim
But someone
Who brings compassion
And kindness.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
I hope you choke on your coffee this morning
and burn the way that you make my eyes
I'm tired of you always making me cry
you have no compassion; you're empty inside
just like the coffee *** is at the end of each night.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:06 AM UTC
I get frustrated sometimes
When people don't follow lore
Or the unspoken laws of RP
When people refuse to consider others in their actions
Or give insincere sentiments
I get frustrated sometimes just because
It's all very frustrating
And sometimes, it makes me hate people
But that's a bit irrational isn't it?
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Forgiveness is a wild beast
of an exotic land.
I know it. Its shape,
color, texture and
particulars of its habitat,
yet it means nothing in my
day to day; at least nothing that
impacts the path I walk
or world I touch.
It is as distant as a polar icecap
and about as much
help as a glass shard
beneath my bare feet.
This wild beast makes noises
perhaps sour perhaps sweet
to the ear
but I do not know
nor can I name them.
Daily I set out and go
stalking after it in
my bare feet and soul ache
unable yet to find it for myself
or others, I make
my ****** way along this
un-exotic, piercing path.
It is a way I cannot abandon
but I must laugh
at the folly of my purpose
for I have long since washed
the picture of this creature
clean and thoroughly sloshed
it remains in my mind.
I am left to blame the blood
and curse its trail tracking
ever after me in the mud.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Why do I,
Sit and wait?
... I need this job...
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
I'm tired of not being understood
And having to understand others
Can I be understood
Is it me or you caught in the loop
Now I'm getting mad
How many paths will cross
Before it's created a loss
A loss is a loss
No matter how much you lose by
****** we can't meet on levels eye to eye
You know what **** this
**** you
You and your ideologies
You and your idealistic hypocrisy
Yes I'm irritated
I don't know who isn't being understood
I will not submit without compromise
Well atleast what's fair to me
What's that
What's fair to me isn't equivalent
To what you call righteous justice
In your mind
Well I apologize for invading your happy place
I'm physically depressed my doctor said
And mentally needy
That's why I'm so confused and use you
But I'm still not understood
And refuse to understand when to me
It's accepting something my persona doesn't go by
Or is it tolerating what I deem incompetent
My grin mimics a cold grimace
Am I wrong
My arm hurts
I'm holding a grudge, but it's really a half full cup of water in my that I've been holding for 14 days
And now I'm thirsty but can't quench my thirst because my arm hurts
Aaaahhhhh
I just want an answer my heart can accept
Is that to much to ask
Or is it selfish of me
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC