"appauled" poems
Tear after tear showered down from her eyes
Wishing at that moment she could've flied
Words ran through the air attacking her
People of all ages laughed at her
Sometimes the world gets so unbearable
Trying to survive, trying to be lovable
If you try to be yourself you get rejected
You have to be another person to be accepted
Fake a smile, fake a life, live a lie
People will love you, will cherish your every smile
Being true means you're weak
Being you means you're a freak
She laid down on the ground crying
Alone in this world she was sighing
People walked past her ignoring her tears
Laughed at her, forgetting the she feels
Not because she's different she's not human
She's just a person trying to be a true one
She was living her life according to what she given
Knowing that in the end she had to give in
People are all clones of each other
They all look alike it makes you wonder
Where are all the true people gone?
Is shallowness and materialism a must now?
Her image was not accepted in the society
She had to give in and lose wieght quickly
She couldn't bear the suffery she was going through
She wanted to be happy, wanted something new
At the beggining she cut down her food
She appauled dinner, everything was good
She lost a little weight after days
But that wasnt enough because nothing had changed
She cut down her food a little bit more
Sacrifices had to be made so she'll be adored
Everyday she'd way harself on the scale
Then she'd say "it's not enough, i look like a whale"
Everyone noticed how thin she was getting
But she didnt believe, she said they were lying
The pain inside was still living
Like a tree it was still growing
Made her believe that she was fat
And no matter what she'll always be like she always had
To become thinner she considered food her enemy
She stopped eating and considered exiercise her remedy
She became thinner and thinner everyday
Hoping that the sun will shine on her someday
Days, months and years passed away
In the hospital she lies today
The doctor says there's a big chance she's dying
The little pupils in her eyes go drowning
Everything went wrong when she went further
When all she wanted was to live happier
Unfortunately, happiness didnt make it's way through
Because the tree of pain had already grew
It's covered her sight with it's shadow
She couldnt see the sunshine even if she tried to
People around her were still the same
And deep inside still lived the pain
Nothing could've changed her view of happiness
Unless she decided to erase the loneliness
Now her life is ending and for ever more
She's lost everything, she's lost it all....
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
Growing up I was always told:
"Jonesy, you will change the world, I hope they're ready."
I was sold on the idea and held fast to it ,
I was there, awaiting jubilantly my future duty.
Growing up I was never informed:
"Jonesy,this world will change you"
Appauled that after trying so hard to know your character
The world just change the script.
Growing up I should have been notified:
"Jonesy, life offers you more pain than joy"
Slowly, I realized that and I cherished those beautiful moments,
And dearly I did.
I know now what I was never told then,
Life is stressful; it is relaxing;
Life brings obstacles; it brings you aid,
But most importantly, Life is what you make of it.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
The glance at a frightening insect,
Who's by far grotesque to me,
For I cannot bear the sight of one,
This is pure horror to see.
A measily spider, dangeling from my ceiling,
I'm terrified and appauled by them,
Can't a measily spider see?
This gives me quite the heart attack,
One, two, or many more,
I'm far from passive,
I'm helpless forever more.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
away a sparkle
wasn't the eye
nor the smile
ring on fire
warmth not far
gazed n appauled
white Carbon ?
naaaa,it was just her.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Sometimes when you speak,
I want to take all of your words,
pick them up from their place on the ground,
and shove them right back down your throat
Sometimes I wish,
you could see the damage
that those words cause
I wish you could see the faces,
hear the cries
of those you spit your hate at
more poisonous than an adder's bite
I want you to step into my shoes
feel how I feel
for just one day, I bet you won't like it
I'm sure you'd be appauled
at the things they say
when I'm minding my own business
whenever I'm walking alone
I look to you,
and I search your face
for something that connects us
something that makes us the same
but all I see is what you have
I look towards my empty basket
and realize there's nothing left for me
I know you bleed red, and cry clear
you've got room in that big empty heart
so let me come in, and rest my tired bones
let me share with you my feelings
my heart's relentless reeling
not for the sake of arguments or glory
just let me speak my truth,
it's time to listen to my story
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC