#fustration
Even before 1619 chains and tormentors guided our fate’s
Decisions made by masters of disasters, calamity incarnate
Strict with the lash, fast with cash, made to be last
Ground into mash and left in the past
Hundreds of years drowning in the struggle
Voices ignored and submerged into a gurgle
Each strike an etching of fear to remind of us we belong in the rear
We belong under their heel, we belong in a field
Our place standing as equal, not real
'1865 and the wool is pulled further over our eye’s
The lies fly fast when equality is subject
You matter, you’re worthy, you’re heard and valued
Just enough to serve and just enough to observe
Now they tell me we’ve been unshackled from the hassle
Now our voices are as powerful as the masters
Now actions matter
With my newfound freedom, I looked behind the curtain
Found a sinister grin hiding a truth that leads us right back to where we began
Where my freedom of choice is blocked by the path to move forward
Where my value is determined buy profits that profit from me as a product
Forever a slave to shackles of titles that never really matter
Shackles of false power and influence
Shackles of masters too blind to see the new face staring at them from inside the veil
Forever beaten blue and yellow.
Nov 13, 2021
Nov 13, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
Where have you been
the days are so cold without you
how to really say it in a poem I don't where to begin
I just wanna feel you here again
Out of nowhere you come and appear
ready to get busy
oh no, don't you dare!
It always makes me ******
how you walk out
then come back begging cuz you die for a kiss.
Your touch means way more than you think
the way you caress my skin
awakens a fire from within
It feels much like heaven
but too good to not be a sin
If you only knew the power you hold
the things you have under your control
If I were you
I'd never pay another due
Just by having you close
turns me from sad pale to bright gold
though you want me more
I'm the one that can't let go.
I can't figure this **** out
complicated but it keeps making sense
must be nature at work
I curse the days when you leave
but I wait till you're back here again on bending knees
cuz we know we're both what we need
and you'll always find me angry at the door
all stressed and worn
whenever I get so sick of this life
you're my only cure.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
For years
I’ve kept it down.
It’s a
pillow over mouth
blanket over head
Duct-tape and Gags
sort of feeling
Because I’m ok
(they have to think im ok)
(i dont know why but they have to)
It’s been
Building
Boiling
Burning
music in my ears
words at my fingers
Ties and Shackles
I have to be ok
(if i tell myself that it has to be true)
(i dont know why but i have to)
Really I’m Fine
then she told me
- Maybe you should talk to someone?
- I mean maybe... Ill be fine tho
- Trust me, thats what I thought too
but I did, and you kno the story better than anyone
- If I find time then I guess so
- Yus! I’m glad. Itll be goooood for you
Too bad my schedule’s full.
It’s fine
I’m fine
(this hasnt been enough of a problem)
(its been ok up until now)
(this has always been there though)
why do I feel like this though?
What do you guys talk about in that chat?
Why do you like me? I’m a *****
Haha it’s not stupid! Why don’t you like it?
**** off!
I make myself laugh more than I do others.
Is this normal?
HA!! Oh sorry...
I’m a very self-aware person, self-reflective. It’s hard to explain...
What? Is that stupid?
Haha... yeah...
im sad
I feel weird...
Why do I feel weird?
(it isnt good. whats wrong? somethings wrong)
am I normal?
can someone help?
What am i doing wrong? whats wrong...
(its not ok)
im sad
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
It's the night before an exam,
And the rhymes and rhythms,
are screaming in my head,
as the mountain of rejected paper,
grows around me.
Because as I try to voice,
my horrors and hatreds,
my love and life,
politically and emotionally,
all I can think about is that,
at thirteen I was scrawling,
pretty patterns across my skin,
and using my blood as the paint,
how messed up is that?
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Frustration
A build up of emotions.
Screaming and banging against the utter most depths of your mind, wanting out.
Wanting to scream as loud as your lungs will take you.
Hit as hard and your fist can muster.
Frustration is a horrible, annoyance.
It's irritating and infuriating,
My mind swarms with it, all these pent up feelings and thoughts,
I feel like ripping my skin off, it's so annoying.
But yet it won't go away, and I can't make it.
As much as I say I've "let it out" though I do the opposite, it's still there.
Headachingly there.
As much as I say it's not, I'm just lying and adding to the frustration that won't seem to let go, that won't go away.
And after a while, frustration wears you down, grinds away what shred of hope you have in your soul and feeds off your dismay.
Frustration is a terrible thing.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC
Anger, frustration
Built like a brick wall inside of this heart,
Testing my patience,
Racing,
Waiting to come up with another reason,
Reasons why I deserve it,
Failures, disappointment, sadness,
Picking at weaknesses,
Waiting for a point where this ends,
Patterns of highs and lows,
Spinning so fast,
Everything in mid air,
Becomes a blurry haze,
Where I see a brick wall,
With anger and frustration
Going on and on
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I don't understand you sometimes, you want me to be happy but I can't be with him. You want me to be the good little girl I am well sorry that is not available. I think of what not to do and some how manage to ***** something up. Why can't we go back to when everything was good and every one was happy with who they are. I don't eat because I am not hungry, I don't talk because I know I will get hurt, but you think its all to fit in with who? I dont' know. But here is me saying I don't care anymore. Here is me saying good luck without me
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
*there is man who wants to live
there was thousand like him
millions - billions like him
no formula has invented
to cut his sins against others
the man keep burning
born from his ash
keep burning*
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Oh, how I wish that everything will just get over and done with...
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
you sit here weaving words into stories like the sea;
while i fumble with alphabet soup in the corner.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
How is it that someone
Can leave you with such
Frustration on a daily basis
Yet I still find myself longing
to be around them?
You have no sense of
Direction in which your life
Is headed, yet I still yearn
To begin this with you?
Is it a shameful thing
In which I have a strong
Doubtfullness towards this
Bond we share containing itself,
Yet I proceed to try?
This strong feeling of negativity
Yet this strong feeling of desire
I suppose this is something
Close to love,
Though, indeed I do not know
Myself what love truely is
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC