#unpleasant
Yes
so too, there exists the ultimate skill of GOD
and in man, manifesting perpetually, is the reflection of GOD
to create, reproduce
to plan, to build.
By default of the circumstances
GOD is the creator
and life is an execrable mirror.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
We spend so much time blinking and looking away,
we blink so much that we don’t realize our fuse is alight.
A turn of the dial,
into another scene,
never rooted in the moment,
as transient as everything mortal.
We blink, to erase the unpleasant,
we blink, to jump forward,
coil our bodies around rest,
wrap paychecks inside our hands,
so, we can blink a little more.
We skip and jump out of the day,
when tomorrow is worse than today,
we blink it away,
as if we have unlimited blinks,
and soon enough we’ll hit a wall
and wish we could have kept our eyes open
more frequently.
—e.d. maramat | erwinism
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
As I scroll down hello poetry
Why do I read so much grief , pain and unpleasantry?
I understand life gives its blows
But stand up tall, let bad's be lows..
The sun shall shine another day
So write with joy, so you forget the pain
Be a guide, show other's a way
The laughter you lost, will be back again.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 3:31 PM UTC
ice is sharp and cold and you don’t wanna get frostbite during the winter months
i never wanted to step on the cracks
i never wanted to fall in so deep
painfully sobbing and at the very edge of drowning
i never wanted to get hypothermia from my fatal accident
i only wanted to step over the cracks
and return safely to the promised land of warm beds and train tracks
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
Disgusting
Unpleasant
Rotting
Selfish
Materialistic
Disrespectful
Weak
Desperate
Rude
Arrogant
Controlling
Racist
Deceitful
Verminous
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
Tired and cold
Self-doubting self
In search of mind away
From noon else
Like someone who you care about
Treat well yourself
And in your own way
Kind
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:20 PM UTC
an appalled
complexity
wished to be
converted
by happiness
and soulful
thoughts
she carried
the heaviest
weight of
unease that
people would throw
with the foundation
of unfaithful bliss
wished to be sowed
rough edges
and pathways to cross
she swore to herself
they are not
a big loss
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
I am a new girl in this old town
Trying to figure out what life is
I am a princess with no gown
Living in a castle covered in grease
I have my whole heart with some broken dreams
Keeping my hopes always high
I have my eyes with a vibrant gleam
Shutting them off whenever I cry
I am a coward with a hand of a dauntless dame
Reaching for people in times of need
They call me
nonsense,
radical
and lame
What a harsh reality, indeed!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
It doesn’t take much to find excuses
for avoiding the unpleasant,
things for which I can find no uses
at the time - find no reason or rhyme.
Truth is, I don’t tax my mind to think of that reason,
don’t imagine how much good it would do,
don’t think how this is just the right season
to do this thing I don’t want to.
But oh how hard I’ll work to think
of ways to do this thing I love to do
find the recipe for that yummy drink
go to the game, find its venue.
I’m so very skilled and do it with ease
thinking of a good dodge or ruse.
This kind of creative work is a breeze
how skilled I am making an excuse!
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Your teeth are the colour of off milk.
Your odour is of rancid butter.
I see you and I feel sorry for everyone that you spitter on.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 5:26 AM UTC
Today,
I awoke to the sound of your voice...
Images of your face etched in with your white hot,
steel fingernails.
Graciously placed in my vivid memories.
For weeks I've been clear of troublesome dreams,
yet,
your snake like self seems to trek throughout miles of synapses,
just to laugh in my face for a night.
It's very rude...
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor I never could've imagined myself putting on such a per-form-ance.
Tears smothering my face as I hide it beneath my own hands I'm blinded, no one truly will ever understand my feelings and that kills me for some unpleasant reason to be understood is what I'm needing.
Tell me why are we humans so arrogant and selfish at times? In the end we all do what we truly want there is no one out there who surrenders for love not even the most dedicated of love birds would do such an exquisite task. Because truthfully we're all wearing a mask.
or at least that's what we want you to believe.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Let me crush you to pieces
with the burning power of my hatred;
let me feel your pain
and I don't mean emotions
I mean the hot physical pain
as your body screams out
for merciful death's release.
Let me relish your suffering
oh dear God, bring your thunderbolts down
and blind and ******* you tonight;
how I want to hear you shrieking
like a crucified dervish
impaled on the burning cross of infidelity
Let me listen to your richly deserved agony
as you writhe helplessly
nailed bloodily hanging helplessly
dying in the glorious sunset
as I laugh and go on my way
leaving you spatchcocked like a dead rat .
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
There ain't no monsters under my bed,
they are inside my head.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
We all have the right to write.
We aren't obliged to write right.
You have the right to flaunt your ugly, hatefilled heart,
You have the right to sneer, and leer.
Hide behind those concepts and techniques.
If it makes a few people laugh, who cares about the ones that cry?
They don't get it, they don't get you,
You're too clever for them.
You have the right, you have the right,
I agree, we are all free,
Some will laugh, some will cry,
Some stay silent, sitting by.
I'll admit that you have wit,
You're still a total, utter ***
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC