#peoplesuck
at school, I barely say a word
I like to be unheard
they laugh at me
very indiscreetly
I hate it
I wish they would quit
my anxiety knows no bounds
my heart erratically pounds
I don't speak in fear
because they make fun of what they hear
the whispers, the laughter
at home, I'll replay it after
I pretend not to notice
but my anger and embarrassment threaten to surface
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
I was up to my shoulders
Down in the hole
uncovering waste pipes
Outside your home
I said please don't flush!
Stop up all your drains
I told you I'd know
I thought you were sane
The pipe was wide open
Some water came down
A few little turds
And some paper came round
I asked you twice more
One time per occurrence
Each time it was gross
But I got your assurance
We got the job done
But it sure was a ******
The moral of this poem:
Don't **** on your plumber!
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
scene I:
a squirrel
in the road,
cars whizzing by
left and right,
narrowly missing
the fearless traveler
by the shortest hair
of its bushy tail.
scene II:
a young bird
in a nest,
screeching loudly
as a human child does,
though not for fear
or hunger,
but anticipation;
then leaping into unknown vastness.
scene III:
a caterpillar
traversing a leaf,
the green ground
shifting, swaying,
as the teenage insect
searches for the place,
the perfect place,
for a coming of age.
scene IV:
an ant
building,
laboring feverishly,
driven by pure instinct,
innate obligation—
perhaps love?—
to create a world
it likely will not see.
scene V:
a mantis
praying,
a final worship
to an unseen,
unknown God,
preparing for the ultimate,
honorable sacrifice,
to be unremembered by his brood.
scene VI:
a grizzly
charging through the brush,
a mad fear in her eyes,
in her heart,
as she bull-rushes
the two barrels
that threaten her only child
and will surely take her.
scene VII:
a rebel flag
emblazoned on the
rear window of the truck,
the truck driven by a man
who cares little that
his 7/11 cup now lays by
the side of the road,
or for the journey he just ended.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
What it feels like?
Since my birth is
that I've been cursed.
My family tree? Might
just be the worst.
That, that twisted tree?
Was never worth it's
Seed. It tries to
strive but has only
seen hard times.
That family? is just
a word. Truly, I've
seen their worst.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Someone please give me a way
A magic solution
To make this searing pain go away
I know I rhyme
But isn't that manipulation
Just of words and time
I want to find a way
To twist and burn
Phrases and sounds but
Even with all the seconds
Hours, days, months
Only my heart can emote
My face can try
My tears can fall
I can't write
I can't feel anything
Other than what you wanted
I was more than enough
I only wish I saw through your bluff
Better than me you say?
"I'm with her so I can have you"
"I promise some day I'll love you too"
"You make me feel things"
But...
You're not old enough
Pretty enough
Small enough
I was adequate all along
It was your soul that needed fixed
Not mine
I hope she's nothing you wanted
Because she will never be me
I hope you burn in hell
Maybe then you'll understand
You can't ruin people
And still look in a mirror
Without the cracks of you
Of who you really are
Seeping through
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Its so much easier to push someone away, than to let yourself become vulnerable.
To give them the power to hurt you.
Showing your true feelings is relinquishing all your power.
You're trusting them not to take advantage of your weaknesses.
And that, is an absolutely ridiculous notion.
Once weakness is spoted, it is used and abused, untill you are just a quivering mess lying on the floor, wondering how you ever let yourself get into such a situation.
I will not be:
Vulnerable
Powerless
Weak
I am strong, because people don't know the real me, and that's how its going to stay.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC