#frusturation - Hello Poetry

Leaning against the wall, I slid down and sat there on the cold ground. Quiet on the outside, but in the inside I was screaming. With my Head on the cold dead ground I pulled my legs in close to my body arms over my head. I Curled up into a position that a human body merely wasn't made to find comfortable. I lay still So many emotions ran through my head. To handle these emotions seemed foreign to me, For I did not know what emotions I was feeling. Tears streamed down my face while I lay quiet and still. Frustration of not knowing why I was crying or if this was what it felt like when sadness took over me was driving me insane. Yet I lay still. Not one scream not one change in my face not one limb flinched. Weak and tired I cried the tears that my body could still produce. Until I began to fall asleep As tiredness and failure took over me I gave into my mind and laid still as my mind cooled down and celebrated victory with a dream

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Jul 28, 2018

Jul 28, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC

emily-sarker

Victory of an anxious mind

Leaning against the wall, I slid down and sat there on the cold ground. Quiet on the outside, but in the inside I was screaming. With my Head on the cold dead ground I pulled my legs in close to my body arms over my head. I Curled up into a position that a human body merely wasn't made to find comfortable. I lay still So many emotions ran through my head. To handle these emotions seemed foreign to me, For I did not know what emotions I was feeling. Tears streamed down my face while I lay quiet and still. Frustration of not knowing why I was crying or if this was what it felt like when sadness took over me was driving me insane. Yet I lay still. Not one scream not one change in my face not one limb flinched. Weak and tired I cried the tears that my body could still produce. Until I began to fall asleep As tiredness and failure took over me I gave into my mind and laid still as my mind cooled down and celebrated victory with a dream

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My life is like those vintage cardboard props of movie characters Where I just sit there Looking pretty And wonder when somebody will move me Out of this window It's getting dusty and I see cobwebs Really guys this isn't a joke Guys?

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Vintage Cardboard

My life is like those vintage cardboard props of movie characters Where I just sit there Looking pretty And wonder when somebody will move me Out of this window It's getting dusty and I see cobwebs Really guys this isn't a joke Guys?

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This is a improv poem As vibrant and vivacious as a brand new totem My luck feels like a bad game of Texas Hold 'Em Instead of picking up the cards I fold them The moon is covered in clouds when I walk out on the porch Letting my presence sink like a dying torch I'm not the one who rides on self pity But I'm the lonely beggar drowning in the city Barely making it I can swear to you I'm not faking it Everything that happens in my life Should not contuine in my offspring For they only know unity and peace Until I send them off into this world Where people are hanged and ****** For being the ones who want to live freely As I know times are tough I must not get my hands too rough I must make sure the water is just right and my tone is prestine So they can comprehend why I'm intently serene So they can remember my words So that they can swing the sword With only thier words For that they can become much more ambitious than other kids in their generation And seize the hearts of a nation They could become beloved sensations That would be my greatest iteration God bless me for that I've loved Will bless me with the most beautiful people the Earth could possibly have standing Taking after their mother Who is my queen of the kingdom I so want to return to As life is the opposing men capturing me and keeping me in their cold, lonely, prison.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Improv

This is a improv poem As vibrant and vivacious as a brand new totem My luck feels like a bad game of Texas Hold 'Em Instead of picking up the cards I fold them The moon is covered in clouds when I walk out on the porch Letting my presence sink like a dying torch I'm not the one who rides on self pity But I'm the lonely beggar drowning in the city Barely making it I can swear to you I'm not faking it Everything that happens in my life Should not contuine in my offspring For they only know unity and peace Until I send them off into this world Where people are hanged and ****** For being the ones who want to live freely As I know times are tough I must not get my hands too rough I must make sure the water is just right and my tone is prestine So they can comprehend why I'm intently serene So they can remember my words So that they can swing the sword With only thier words For that they can become much more ambitious than other kids in their generation And seize the hearts of a nation They could become beloved sensations That would be my greatest iteration God bless me for that I've loved Will bless me with the most beautiful people the Earth could possibly have standing Taking after their mother Who is my queen of the kingdom I so want to return to As life is the opposing men capturing me and keeping me in their cold, lonely, prison.

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