#hateit
Tired as a stuffed doll,
I can’t move a muscle.
Living’s been bleeding me dry,
Earning’s been a hustle.
Wake up early, stay up late,
Insomnia's steering the wheel.
Anxiety’s front two wheels,
While ADHD's at the rear.
Driving me straight into depression.
Been rotting in a matchbox room,
Keeping my head stuck in, least I burn,
Never planned to be alive this long.
Man, this life *****
Be a gentleman, be a nice guy,
I was taught to be polite.
Life has a funny way of punishing
Those who run from its fight.
Why does this body demand food
Three times a day?
I can’t plan, can’t cook,
And buying’s out of my pay.
School was for learning,
Office is for earning,
One day I will live my life free,
I keep swearing.
I may drive a hard bargain,
But my fate's grown bored again
Dangles a heavier bait,
To reel me right back in.
Then comes the weekend,
Only to stretch the hours thin.
You sit with your pathetic little life,
And pray the dear lord for lightning to strike you in.
This life’s been killing me,
The older I get, the sharper the regret.
Should have taken my life when I was feeling it.
Breathe in, breathe out, this odd sensation's been lingering,
For every air I take to live, I wish the world didn't keep billing me.
So show me mercy,
Or show me the light.
I cannot put up to this fight.
There are millions others just like me,
Go torment them,
And let go of my kite.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
An unstoppable force,
An unspeakable thought,
An inexpressible emotion,
An indescribable comfort,
An unimaginable sensation,
An ineffable desire.
Too much control and too much power.
Loathe it or Love it, cannot pick one.
Give the control or fight for it, cannot pick one either.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC
My hood was
my graveyard...
They'll not remember me,
as bones feed roses...
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
School expects me to shell out what?
Fifty grand in what?
Three years tops!
Guess I won't pay
Guess I'll see the financial cops.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
How about distribution,
Another ******* poem To and About "love," and aspirational ***
Lip metaphor:
A thick paperback flipped through both covers in a momentary fluttering; I love that sharp sound.
Can we break the law a little?
The one that we made without words, and no acknowledgement was needed.
-So we'll only break a few,
The one that keeps our lips apart; our individual pages each being read one sentence at a time, maybe passed around the party to obtain a variety of opinion for the same smooth structures.
So needy for an affirmation, you, all of you, all of us.
All of Our ******* lovepoems and lovers. Misery a lot-
Don't pretend you arent enjoying it, you masochists, writers.
About ***
Take them off, just take them all off-leave no room to guess, I will not dare aspire toward my fiction.
Or else leave them on, and sit here, and lay here, lie here, sleep here, wake here, leave here unviolated by my hands-but keep yourself dressed.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC