#insufficient
I know I'm not a saint -
I know I am not a "saint"
but if you'll lend me an ear
I'll be right to the point, and I'll be mighty clear
these are just some petty wishes, you don't have to really listen
-
I wish you had sent down a rope, at-another-length-
this floor lay uneven, with divots and dents
I'm diggen my heels in deep, I'm trying to do my best
I am in deep trouble
If I had a chance I would get down and
grovel
and-
I'd pray, each and every day. "OH God, why'd you go through-the-trouble" "Of making my path so winded-and-vague"
I'm stuck in a little bubble{feeling crazed} no other place to roam
I'm having a lot of trouble, trying to hear the phone, when will I ever-leave this safe zone?
Why, did you even send a rope
not even long enough to tie around my throat- but just enough to catch a **** goat
I've seen in my dreams
others with devilish schemes
yet it's so easy for them
when will my time come
for me to be
"Happy Again"
How
Can "I" climb to --------- "heaven"
with only -----------------------------}
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inches of --------------------}
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
Life’s just a riddle that none of us can answer
we’ve got some leads, we’ve got some clues.
Still the answer eats alive like a cancer,
and the treatment is something I’m like to refuse.
It was raining
as always in September.
They were complaining
about what; I don’t remember.
Reputation staining,
or maybe full dismember.
In need of some training
or my tempers need to be tempered.
It’s true you can never go back home,
being on your own doesn’t need to mean being alone.
You can gift the people silver, gold and chrome
and they’ll still ask you how to skin a bone.
Life’s just a puzzle that’s missing a piece;
you can try your hardest to fit in another,
or you can accept it and leave the picture incomplete,
and spend the rest of your time left to be frustrated and suffer.
It was a cold December,
some would say you could smell the ice.
I only seem to remember,
the nerve of those celebrating, bleedin’ Christ.
Start a fire but end up with embers
I think a spark or light would be nice.
So I go in search of vendors
but they’re charging far too high of a price.
The nightmare had a nightmare of its own
never learned to share even though it’s full grown.
You can gift people blankets and tapestries that you’ve sewn,
and they’ll still ask you how to skin a bone.
Life is like a flower
it blooms out until it drops.
Each day hour after hour,
until time’s ticking then stops.
For treasure I still scour
moving so fast my steps are hops,
and the floors filthy; needs a shower
but I think I’ve broken the brooms and mops.
It’s true you can never go back home,
the path is covered by weeds and stone,
and to each town and city you roam
there will be those who ask how to skin a bone.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
I see you
in the steam
I know
you’re not waiting
for me
And it breaks
my heart
And I don’t
understand
I feel you
getting close
I wish I could
trustingly know
what you see
when you stare
head on
Are you thinking
of me?
Or would it break
my heart?
I just don’t
understand
I hear you-
all the lies
you’ve said
to me
hang on
to your every
word
until it breaks
my heart
Do you
understand?
Jul 4, 2023
Jul 4, 2023 at 5:08 PM UTC
My words don’t have arms big enough to hold these great and growing feelings.
They stay in my insides
Crowding out
Grinding down the subtleties
That reside near the edges in the used to be,
that cushiony soft berm.
It was comfortable in here once
The Room for Interpretation,
now lost,
now over-full,
balloon-bright and tumbling one voice and many into and out of supremacy.
These great and growing feelings
and my insufficient words
that fall from me one-by-one into place,
the thudding truth in basic blue.
Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Anxious.
Feeling insufficient.
Knowing I'm insufficient.
Wanting insufficiency.
Not quite sufficient.
Comparing and contrasting.
Contrasting.
Wanting acceptance to be my most authentic self.
What is my most authentic self?
Where do I find her?
Focusing on the next milestone.
Getting there and doing the same.
What do we meet at the milestone?
Will be happy will be content will be accepted will be winning,
at the next milestone.
How do you live in the present moment?
What is the present moment?
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 2:41 PM UTC
the mountains keep laughing,
and mocking me from afar.
they keep mocking the useless
attempts i make
to feel like i’m worth
to feel like i really am enough.
they keep pointing at me
telling me i’ll never be
like my little brothers’
violin;
or that i won’t ever be
as clever
as bright
as wit
as my big brother is.
they keep reminding me that
i won’t ever be
as sufficient
as i want to be.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
is it enough ?
are my words enough ?
am i good enough ?
nothing will change,
nothing will be enough
i am loving you
going on without yours
i think that is enough.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:16 AM UTC
I am minuscule.
Shame and remorse lie on my breath,
An ample bed.
Fear overcame me,
And thus I was deceived by my own self.
An abundance of cowardliness,
That lead to pain and suffering,
Continuing ever still.
My mind and will are weak,
But bound by love,
I hope to keep.
Fear,
That I will never be good enough.
Too many mistakes.
Too many slips and falls.
Too many cliches.
Too much dependency.
Too much weakness.
Too much reliance.
Too much regret.
Not enough affection.
Not enough truth.
Not enough surety, confidence.
Not enough time.
I fear,
That I will not grow fast enough.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
I tell myself I don't care
but underneath,
I feel scarce.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
I had met her only once.
Kissed I had her dry lips twice,
Night I slept and she kissed me,
Oh she woke me up to join in,
What I did was to drink her lips.
When I missed a chance to romance,
Have I such a memory? No,
Always cared for her throughout,
Truly I have loved her since eternity.
Yet she forgot about the care,
Oh, she ignored it conveniently,
Under an effect of worldly desires.
Did someone else prevent her,
I suspect her father made her,
Destiny is a roadblock in here.
The story ends with a breakup,
Hanging in obiter is happiness,
And each expectation shatters,
Tantalising hints of eternal love.
Another time I have failed,
Upon life she was a scourge,
The story is being renewed,
Ukulele orchestra plays within,
Morose tunes it plays lavishly,
Night fell long ago but it never ends.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 2:14 AM UTC
her eyes glistened
as she stared blankly
and trod upon
the fine line between
her imaginative world and her reality.
as she realized that
the life people think she's living
and her reality
couldn't be farther apart
a tear rolled down her cheek
followed by another.
and another. and another.
This girl, was the one I tried to love.
I tried to love a girl
that seemed to simply
need guidance and support
but little did i know
she was a void
that longed for care
but was never satisfied
with what she had.
I gave my all. I really did.
i gave my all
but as she gently nodded
and pretended to be fine,
she looked the other way
and began sobbing
lying in wait of someone who
could actually help her.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't be the elixir
for the problems that kept you up at night
I couldn't be sufficient
I couldn't be your messiah.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
I am incapable
I am insufficient
Unworthy
To walk the path of man
What I have down
Or what I thought I did
Is inexcusable
My abilities over reached me
And now your gone.
I am now left with
The hidden messages in your
Bleeding words
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
I live in a town
Where one has to be tough
I've been up
But mostly, I've been down
I know you mean well
When you say you care
I hate to disappoint you
But your loving me is not enough
I know you saw me
Taken away in handcuffs
No, I was not falsely accused
It was me, I did those things
You think you can heal me
With your love
But I must be honest, my dear
Your love is not enough
I am not mean-spirited
I know I seem cruel and gruff
I have to appear so
To keep up the image
That makes men dread my visage
You saw through me
I find it beyond belief
But my sweet darling
Your love is not enough
I had a vivid imagination
I'd view my life in high-definition
Dream the photos of my future
In a colourful panorama
These days, I'm very lucky
To summon the will
To survive day after day
To be loved by you is an honour
Still, your love is not enough
I ignore the whispers of my heart
I laugh and I bluff
When it mentions you
You see, I have nothing to give
I've been broken, crushed
You deserve the world
I am mere shards
I would give you everything
But my love,
I, I am not enough.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
The beat of life
Pounding out an impossible rhythm,
I should have been born a butterfly,
Than without my wings to fly.
525,600 minutes,
And every moment of my year
Wishing I could cast off the old
And become something new.
Something beautiful.
Something spectacular.
The beat goes on,
The pounding of my heart
Matching perfectly.
Hiding behind hats and glasses,
It's potential I'm longing for.
I should have been a butterfly,
My wings are missing.
Wondering,
Waiting.
I don't want to shine,
Only to fly,
Only to rise above it all.
The beat goes on.
Where am I now?
What do I stand for?
Who have I become?
I am not a butterfly...
...the beat goes on.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC