"aggravatingly" poems
Clouded judgement
biased opinions
based off stereotypes
and ancient value
your own experience
from perhaps too many years
it all makes sense
but you can't lay it down on me.
Always wanting what is best
never fully healing past
what happened in your world
which was catastrophic
but at some point we all
come to the realization
to move on
...if we are strong
now I know
why I can never seem to reach you.
Always seeming to gather
thoughts and emotions
reports and reviews
of everything
from other people
having to master
knowing what they think
before making up your mind
so you aren't even really yourself
which is part of why
you can't seem to reach me.
After all this time
nights of crying and asking why
I have so much pain
can all this anger
find its place
having no inclination
as to where it all has come from
not personally experiencing
what some may end up calling
the textbook definition of
depression
post traumatic stress ********
anxiety
attention deficit hyper whatever
but yet all at once.
Aggravatingly confusing
constantly asking
question after question
getting over my father issues
knowing they ultimately
came from your inabilities
getting over every of my problems
simply because I was strong enough
ironically in part because of you
but I think with those higher standards
that could have been set by either one of us
the anger of you not fulfilling that
is your fault.
The life you lead is your choice.
Mine is mine.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
We gazed up at the blue sky
watching the ominous clouds dissipate into the familiar heavy blanket
that flowers over the earth after the sun says its goodnight.
The big dipper--the only constellation I can ever point out
with felicitous fingers and waving arms--burned and gleamed
harmoniously with my itching imagination and quiescent mind.
We spoke with wonder, amazement, grace as the stars flew by.
I wished for nothing, but that didn't keep me from questioning
what you thought about when the world revolves,
inching closer to sunlight and the next day.
We stayed up all night, beneath darkness and safety, and our hopes bloomed aggravatingly,
connecting our hearts as the morning wind blew ripples,
softly and sweetly, towards sticks and stones at the shoreline.
You can't say you've enjoyed a full day if you've never stayed up to see the moon's hello and its opposite's goodbye, the sun's good morning and night's farewell,
with heavy eyelids from lack of slumber
and a missing hand to hold.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Regret
It's one of those things
Get under your skin
Splinter-like
As ****** off as getting them
old-broomstick style
Aggravatingly , not
Because they're there
But rather from how you got them
Poor. Life. Decisions.
7pm blackout in the scheme of things.
******* off, or on, maybe.
And the worst part
always being
That
You
Can
Do
Everything
In your own ********* right mind
To forget, or to move on
You can change your attitude
Your view on life
To reflect the "new-and-improved"
You.
But it will always be there,
Regret.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
I once told you "without you I'd be all alone"
do you remember what you said
you said you loved me
And I believed you, you know I did
I love you
remember when i said it too
I still mean it despite what happened
though you're disbelieving now
it's true, aggravatingly true...
No, I don't blame you for this
both of us were at fault
you can't stop time from changing us
Oh, I don't know if we'll be friends
perhaps when we find ourselves
again I'll come to this place
But despite this being the end
even if you won't say it...
I love you
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
Night and day, a thrashing
like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me *****
excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously be-numbingly,
aggravatingly assail
mine conscience in
what paltry pale
capacity of this gamboling male,
I can "pay forward,"
whatever means shale
be moost apropos avail
to offset bewail
ling (internal psyche doth ale
hankering) against utter
lifetime (mine) peppered
with emotional, physical
and social destitution
bereft, viz fail
ling to maximize inspiration
reverberating as vibrant detail
lacking even justa minimum
desire to live
(visa vis no way
discover ring, nope nar even
"FAKE" king minuscule appeasement
of my body, mind,
and spirit triage during)
hell...shove (shelve) aside
such gloriously noble benighted role,
amidst upending folktale
re: King Arthur and His Knights
of the Round Table
futilely searching for holy grail
where steadfast conviction
emboldens this heart and hale
spirited mindful,
sincere hard drive spurs
(neigh saying horse
sense of mine)
where ambition saddled
to air (dan sing) quailing,
yen propelling (yours truly),
with sincere humanitarian,
(i.e. blood driven)
philanthropic spiritual zeal,
I tried to unveil,
this reasonably rhyming thumbnail
sketch poetically versatile
within this spurious verse despite
any trials undermining travail
rather mine heart felt genuine
motive fueled by impetus
to contribute within e kale
logi, fizzy hollow gee, humanity,
with integrity, magnanimity,
and quality fervency,
while still adept, adroit,
agile, and alert,
(cuz America needs more lerts
to become great again)
ironically steel tougher than nails,
duh pleating ability dovetail
to bug (or wug) gee wholesale.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
Clouded judgement, biased opinions
based off stereotypes and ancient value
your own experience from perhaps too many years
it all makes sense but you can't lay it down on me.
Always wanting what is best, never fully healing past
what happened in your world which was catastrophic
but at some point we all come to the realization to move on
if we are strong, now I know why I can never seem to reach you.
Always seeming to gather thoughts and emotions reports and reviews
of everything from other people, having to master knowing what they think
before making up your mind so you aren't even really yourself
which is part of why you can't seem to reach me.
After all this time, nights of crying and asking why I have so much pain
can all this anger find its place, having no inclination as to where it all has come from
not personally experiencing what some may end up calling the textbook definition of
depression, post traumatic stress ,anxiety, attention deficit hyper whatever
but yet all at once aggravatingly confusing , constantly asking question after question
knowing they ultimately came from your inabilities, getting over every of my problems
simply because I was strong enough ,ironically in part because of you
but I think with those higher standards that could have been set by either one of us
the anger of you not fulfilling that is your fault the life you lead is your choice mine is mine.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC