#resentful
After years of you giving me the silent treatment if no one calls I think it's because of a disagreement Because of your consistent lack of communication sometimes when I talk, I forget people are listening Convinced I am never enough or I'm too much I overdo for others in hopes of earning their love Under your sense of grandiose entitlement I've put myself last and under your judgement With persistent efforts to disrespect me I over explain and apologize habitually I've accepted bread crumbs of your affection a love concocted of toxin and poisonous venom
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
Each time I think of you
It is as if
I call down the moon
To frame your silhouette
Embraced by another
It is as if
The four winds
Shall burn us both
With the jealously
Born from my nature
It is as if
Each composition of
Scented dialogue
Withheld from my eyes
Became a letter
Of indiscretion
Unleashed upon the world
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
this watch strap
was meant to be
made of genuine leather
the highest quality
chocolate brown with
a steel pin buckle
alligator patterned
finished in matte
though whether cut
from that soft yet durable
popular reptilian hide
as was "guaranteed"
questions will remain
it was not after all
purchased from one
of the authentic
branded sellers
so would appear that
i may have been
caught out by one of those
virally pervasive
regrettably persuasive
and ever-prevailing
peddlers of ****
once again
instead of the promised
"many years of enjoyment"
that were blindly expected
i am left resenting
those moments between
glances at that glassy face
futilely aware of the seconds
minutes and hours
that each split and crack
grows wider and deepens
beyond repair
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 9:52 AM UTC
Love is a boulevard,
Sometimes we're in different lanes.
If all's going well, then I guess it's the same.
But what of the self-imposed roadblocks,
Or closures for repairs?
Things never gotten round to, and now
Some roads lead nowhere
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
Maybe it's all the avarice
The commonplace detachment,
Of trodden-life, taken as a game.
It is what it is,
The way things go,
A billion different ways
To say the same thing.
Jun 18, 2023
Jun 18, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
she knows he hates her
she can feel the resentment from a mile away
non-stop thinking about him turns into nightmares
waking her up everyday at 3am
she can't go back to sleep
her mistakes haunt her every night
and she hates herself for it, and can't seem to forgive herself
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
I waited in vain for your validation
In hopes that maybe you’d see me
The way I saw you, beloved
Sadly, you viewed me like thin air
While I was mesmerized by your cappuccino skin
And the way your hair danced in the wind
You couldn’t give a **** about me
I was just one of many who looked your way
Even as I would ignore you in plain sight
I would beg for your attention in my head
But you only threw crumbs at me
Like I was some lost street pigeon
Keep your linty crumbs for someone else
The hell you think you are?
I am deserving of so much riches
Yet I feel like some vagabond
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 3:56 PM UTC
The two ol' pals are facing each other.
He passes a glass of poison
to his dear guest, leaning
near the front door, slightly opened;
and he's learning the reason—
why he's standing there,
about to storm out of the stone-cold apartment—
'bout to burst in tears
shedding the vivid droplets
that shouldn't be belonging to a mere ghost.
Yet he's fleeting, escaping the scene still,
while the owner of the kitchenette
is putting back the bottle
to where it belonged;
and he's gone, present no longer.
The drink on the rock—left on the shelf—
is evaporating, following the vaporized guest,
leaving the scent of faint alcohol
that lulls the other friend to regretful sleep.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
You're just another ******* hidden under the name of God.
You're soon to be 40
I'm nowhere near 30
I hate you so much now, I only wish you bad
I hope you'll die soon, wasn't your plan to be closer to God?
All your ******* stupid beliefs broke us apart.
And I feel a LOSER falling in your trap of love.
I hope you'll read this and understand that you shouldn't exist
A mistake you were always, an angry ******* beast.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
You think I really hate you
Know I ******* should
But I do not think I ever will
Any girl in my place would
In head screams echo off the walls
My soul rotting, begging to heal
Organs a meager cushion for substances
Heart beats but doesn't want to feel
Raindrops pound, I miss your kiss
And I swear painful truth is all I see
Used to write my adoration for you
It is clear you are unworthy
Picking at emotional scabs
Left by resentful carving knives
I wonder between snaps of anger
If this is how you wanted us to live our lives
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
*This shore is where we walked
between the whistling
sands of the dunes
The cry of seabirds
and the thunder of the sea
as it broke its waves upon our feet.
I thought of you as I walked
the spray filling my eyes
like salty tears.
and I know
my days will turn past deaths shadows
and time will freeze the mountains
before you hear
these sounds again with me.*
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
Resenting the light,
from the Olympian,
that warms my wool.
It cowards behind holly,
that grows in the pine grove.
Retreats to shaded cold,
below timber arms.
It is disgusted to the sight,
of white, yellow and orange.
Prefers the blue of night.
As it fades, flows and steeps.
It becomes clear,
pillaged of its white veneer.
Though, it carries forward,
like a grudge that won’t melt away.
Or is it more like love,
ever changing.
Or even as stubborn,
as a cold bedded love.
That brings life to you,
at least once a year.
But, in the end
it recedes.
Into the wood,
from under the holly.
Then waits,
until you’ve almost forgotten.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Don't you dare try to convince me that
You taught me how to fly when
You were the one who pushed me
Over the edge.
Before you,
I was afraid of heights and
Even then I didn't stop falling after
I realized you would never be there to catch me.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Horror binds my body in place
I'm struck by the height of your ignorance
Facing the hateful comments from a race
That uses religion as it's weapon.
Help me cleanse myself of this
Of evil thoughts of destroying them too
For I will not take their place.
I wont become you.
I wont spend sleepless nights
venting my frustrations on the innocent
Poisoning my ideals and my future
With fools who have no aspiration
i wont bow down to your demands
And i wont speak to you either
For your brain doesn't have the capacity
to understand this: society is evil.
Keep my body as an example
Of a girl who dared to try,
Who stood up for true morals,
And fought for what was right.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
If a world is known by its ideals
Let mine be known as sanity
Let all men be infertile
And all women, stale
Let streets be known for sanitation
And all babies dipped in chlorine
All talk, sterile and sufficient
All excrement concealed
Let the youth of my predecessors
And their mocking vulgarity
Drown in a town of minimal design
And shocking similarity.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
Her speech patterns are like coffee.
Black, harsh, and bitter.
Empty of cream or sugar.
Her thoughts are caffeine.
Wired, over loaded, full throttle.
Piercing shards from smashed bottles.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC