#irritation
i found out recently
why she sneezes
after stepping out
from the shadows
into bright sunlight
it is apparently
a genetic trait
something uncontrollable
simply confusion
between her optic
and trigeminal nerves
where the one responsible
for everything seen
inadvertently sets off
the other and
this one has
a tendency to react
to foreign bodies
and irritation
explosively
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 7:35 AM UTC
She’s like a bug under foot,
Like the thought overlooked,
I clench my fists, my jaw and shirt,
When she’s there in sight or hertz
The looks she gives set me off,
Pettily looking, unapologetically there
My hate, it simmers
My anger remains
“Control your face”, “Be polite”
What they all say has to apply,
I want to scream, curse, offend,
But I can’t help but cry
The jar that fills always remains
The anger within, all that hate,
So full untamed
Quietly laying in wait
I’m forced to stay, listen, learn,
In that room under her
To shove it down, buried so deep,
I ***** it out clear and neat
Her voice, it angers me
Her face as much,
Forcing me vigilante,
In sake of her
Invisible threats that remain,
That frustrating defeat down within.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
This fu@&!n app
I don't understand.
I'm following instructions
as best as I can.
I tried five tutorials,
and searched it online.
Why does this time saving tool drain my time?
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC
I can’t accept that my heart must turn to stone
just so that I don’t have to fade to dust and bone.
What good is life if you must go it alone?
Everyone should hear a voice versus a dial tone.
I don’t want to put a price on my head or on my soul,
and I don’t want to pay the price when I’ve already paid the toll.
Maybe I should take a lesson or two from a certain mole,
and find myself a nice warm and cozy hole.
Instead I resign and lay down on cold concrete
hoping it might absorb some of the sun’s heat,
like during days in the summer when it burns your feet,
they say you could hear an egg sizzle and it could cook your meat.
You may think I resemble a crumpled up bill,
discarded and thrown away at someone else’s will,
or maybe just another ant upon the hill
that’s awaiting to be squashed, just awaiting the ****
Still I’m risking it all for just one more day,
even though the colours drain and then they fade to grey.
What you give you should not take away.
the rules keep on changing but not the way we play.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Em?”
I’m shaking my head and cheeks turn red.
Holding back tears but coughing up phlegm,
just consider me one of the walking dead.
And in all of that; myself I will find
and I’ll find myself becoming blind.
With clenched fists and teeth that grind,
living in the constraints of a mortal mind.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC
I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I already pulled at my hair.
“It’s normal” he says
I swear just to debate,
cause he doesn’t seem to care.
And I’m bleeding through
my scar tissued skin,
the layers only grew
still I find a way in.
I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I’ll be down to the last strand.
Check or fold the plays,
the cards aren’t that great
I’ll be down the my last hand.
And I’m bleeding through
my thick nice sweater.
It’s a shame as it’s new
and we’re reaching the cold weather.
It will stain the soft fabric
I may just grab the bleach,
but I always made it a habit
to always keep it just out of reach.
I’m getting greys
at an alarming rate
pretty soon I’ll be bald.
On hot coals she stays,
though she shifts her weight
and watches her soles scald.
And I’m bleeding through
my clogged and blocked pores,
and the remaining few
are becoming septic sores.
I’ll shed another layer
of a non-protective bubble,
and my hair will continue to get greyer,
I think I’m now in some trouble.
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
“Why do you always do that?”, she asked
“What?”, I replied
“That thing you always do! Even when I say don’t!”
“Am I doing it now?”, I asked
“No…but when you do…don’t!”
“So, when I do it, you want me not to?”
“Yes!“, she exclaimed
“So for me to stop doing it…I’d need to do it…right?”, I asked.
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC
it seems to me
that breathing deeply
and counting to ten
just gives them
another opportunity
to irritate me
even more
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC
Funny how the pendulum moves,
Set swaying by a finger,
Swinging back and forth
As gravity wages war against momentum,
In a war it always wins,
In relationships too the pendulum rocks
Back and forth
But not for the wronged
For they push it to where
They want it
Because history and the present
Are writ not by the victor
But the wronged against,
And in that the pendulum hangs
At 45 degrees
Nov 6, 2023
Nov 6, 2023 at 7:11 AM UTC
I envy the equine fly twitch,
the contraction of muscle, the shudder
triggered by the fly’s tickle -
the irritation dispelled in a moment.
I envy that gift to dismiss the torment,
as I sit through another pointless argument.
Sep 4, 2023
Sep 4, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
I keep trying to live right
But then I'm faced with things that just bite.
I can't remember a time I was actually happy
Because of my accident that destroyed me physically, mentally and financially.
The guy didn't even have insurance, leaving me to seek out other compensation
It is all such BS and I'm left with all this frustration
Hospital bills just keep piling up because of his choice to drink and drive
Due to his idiocy his girlfriend isn't even alive.
And I was left with a broken leg and arm and collapsed lung
Leaving me bitter and the opposite of highstrung.
No one wants to financially help me
even with me promising to pay them back indefinitely.
It just gets to me every once in awhile
Like is there no one that can grant me a smile.
I wish I could get a 'restart my life' card
Everything I'm going through: it's just so hard
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
I'm sorry for my insensitive question
But what's done is done.
You didn't have to go to your daddy
You could've just told me
You didn't have to escalate this
You took away my morning that was somewhat full of bliss
Now I'm feeling all emotion
I already deal with so much with my own situation
It was my own fault for trying to be a decent human being
I'll just go on carrying
Carrying all the negativity i experience on a daily basis
If it's not one thing it's another bringing me no kind of solace
I've already been through so much
My heart is already hobbling around as if on a crutch
It's been battered so much by what people say
It may be cliche but no, I'm not okay.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC
Why do women have to be so heartless
They think nice guys are weak or "simps
Thinking they have the right to walk all over us
Keep treating us like **** and soon enough we'll retaliate
We'll take our kindness elsewhere
You'll be left with no one caring for you like we did
You can't treat us like ****
That won't phase us a little bit
We'll grow strong
And You'll realize you were wrong
Kindness is not a form of weakness
We will NOT be called useless
We will grow from your hurtful words
Your words won't keep us depressed forever
That power you thought you had over us will dissipate
You thought you could break us down
Well sorry but we're stronger than that
We'll repair our heart
Coming out stronger than before
Stronger than before you showed us your heartlessness
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Tap. Tap.
Distant sound from above
Kept silent within a fragile soul
Tap. Tap.
Drowned out through fear and love
A wind beyond a persons control
Tap. Tap.
The baying of the storm
Branches frolicking on every gust
Tap. Tap.
Long shadows start to form
Fickle weather displays it’s disgust
Tap. Tap.
When will it cease?
How does the window not shatter every time?
Tap. Tap
Darkness within, fearing a release
As the peace is shattered in my mind
Tap. Tap.
Glass explodes within its rage
The storm whistles through empty eyes
Tap. Tap.
Anger escapes its fiery cage
Smashing all that it touches with its cries
Tap. Tap.
The storm is let loose
The fire, the fury, the furore
Tap. Tap
Through insatiable abuse
Frustration angrily reaches its glory
Tap. Tap.
There’s nowhere to turn.
No escape from the pain it spreads
Tap. Tap.
As the world starts to burn
All placations are torn to shreds
Tap. Tap.
The clouds roll past and the winds subside
As tranquility restores the mind
Tap. Tap.
Regrets form like tears and fall like pride
Promising no more, promising nothing. No next time.
Tap. Tap.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
Keep me away from myself.
It is not safe to exist in this body.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 2:17 AM UTC
Irritation is the dragon
That breathes fire and destruction
Should I dare to open my mouth.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
Sir
What can I serve you?
"Your brain"
"For a time being"
Nothing more
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I'm a high school junior and
you're a college freshman.
Until it's time to go dorm room shopping,
and then I'll "get there someday."
We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I live in New York and
you live in Connecticut.
Until I can't be driven to you,
and then I'm an irritation.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
Torrential downpours of raw
Irritation.
Regret swirls with loss into
Whirlpools of rage, desire, and hopelessness.
Smiles guile miles between isles
of disconnected people.
Eyes see ******* butts ***** and big *****
Missing hearts….
Missing the empty arms of long alone longing.
Reasons and reasons, seasons and seasons.
The flow continues and we cannot stop for what's missed.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
am I a drag, a bore?
what do I even try for?
all my hopes and dreams of loving,
have hit a snag.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
Walking into the building:
Cold parking lot,
****** music blaring from that lifted truck,
People honking;
Glass doors,
Short, insufficient eye contact,
"Good morning!" from the lady who guards the door
With a laptop and a forced smile;
Quick strides,
A pinball-like dance,
Yelling, screaming, arguing, sometimes fighting,
Fake greetings and meaningful silences;
A tiny bubble of social-media-manufactured society,
Without the trials and tribulations
That make one human
Or the experience that makes one sensible;
I can't ******* wait to graduate.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC