"appriciate" poems
It's completely finished
But I started
Over again
From the top to bottom
But still,it seems
Unappreciated
Like you do to our
Relationship
Is totally you don't appriciate
So I leaving you a space
Every words that I called sentences
Like us that never
Contiguous
This is seems to be long
But you know you're always
Wrong
This is just my concise poem
That want to remind you
Remindful to you
That once in your
Life
There's one me
Who
Once was used to love you
Even you don't
Love me back as I do
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
An ******* is someone that is hated by everyone
An ******* is someone that is loved by everyone
An ******* is someone that has everything
An ******* is someone that wants more
And more and more and more and more
An ******* is someone that gets more
An ******* is someone that can get anyone
An ******* is someone that makes you tear down
your fortress of protection
An ******* is someone that makes you build
bigger walls in the end
An ******* is someone you would do anything for
An ******* is someone that doesn't appriciate it
Point is, you're an *******
And you disgust me
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
The railway quarter was small and
the Streets were not clean,
but I must appriciate the number of trees,neighbourhood green !!
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
I feel like I've been chasing you forever
Like you are so far away I'll never reach you
But I know I can't give up
Because I know I will reach you some day
Someday day I will finally make it
I WILL catch up to you
And you will be able to see how much effort I put into chasing you
And how much you mean to me
So when this day comes I hope you appriciate it as much as I will
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
The thing about being invisible is the fact that no one can see you and if they can they pretend otherwise. its a peaceful kind of lonely that i indeed appriciate but the pain sinks in and with nothing surrounding you but white walls it becomes a depression more or less a serenity and gives you more time to think about the people you loved the people you lost the people who never gave a **** and then the ones who tried. The **** you've done or someone else had done but it affects you in some way or another and how much of it was accidental, irrational, reckless, fun, with good intentions, or completely and utterly stupid and how much of it was your fault. Life gives you a gun and its up to you wether or not you're going to use the bullets. No one can fix or break you more than yourself. You have to take the chances you're given and grab what it throws at you to learn from your mistakes and to teach whatever beauty and catastrophy comes your way.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
My feet, some say too small, I say just right. They wear down my shoes to dust.
My calves, toned due to the many steps I take per day. Muscle and bone, something I love.
My knees, popping and cracking. Probably not healthy.
My thighs, small, but not too small, just right. Marked and stretched a tad, but two things I'm wanting to begin to love.
My hips, tiny enough to fit into a woman's size 0, but I'd rather not be in women's, rather men's.
My waist, hour glass shaped. Something that seems to be the equivalent to handle bars for my parents.
My chest, I wish you were flatter. I wish you didn't exist. I want to learn magic so I can make you disappear.
My collarbone, it pleases me. Never seems to disappoint.
My hands, they are one of my best doers. I can't write with them, I can speak with them, I can do so much with them.
My arms, they carry and hold the things I care for. Like my pets, my work, and my partners.
My shoulders, something I don't like to show off, but the Texas heat forces me to.
My neck, something sensitive, something people seem to appriciate, something your hands thought they had a right to surround.
My head, filled with voices, delusions, and a cocktail of problems. My head is probably pretty but a bad trait of my own. My eyes, ears, nose, and tongue all have false senses. My brain also causes my nerves to feel imaginary things.
My body, my body is built on good and bad parts, some things can be cured by pills, some by a different view of my image. But, on well, from my toes to my scalp, I have to deal with it, don't I?
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Everybody has that one person they cant live without
For me it is my best friend
I dont know what I would do without him
He is always there for me
When I need someone to make me smile
Or when I have nobody to talk to
Tomorrow is his birthday
So I can tell him how much I appriciate having him in my life
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
My body is numb.
I sit in this empty classroom.
Alone.
I sit here feeling bad for myself.
What's the point of making friends if your just going to die someday.
Leave them all behind to sit in your absents.
Leave them behind to question why the sky wizard chose you.
Leave them behind to feel sorry for themselves.
Sorry they didn't do more.
The only question is why didn't they care when I was here.
Why didn't they care when I was alive?
Why is it when a person dies all the sudden they are noticed.
People appriciate you after your dead.
Like a ghost I plan on being a faint memory after I'm gone.
Nothing but a rainstorm.
There and then gone.
Passing to revel the sun.
I'm tired.
So tired.
Everything hurts and my body doesn't like it.
I'm miserable and I'm like a plague.
I infect the people around me and cast a dark shadow over then as well.
Everyone I meet feels "bad" for me.
They don't really though.
Nobody cares until your gone.
That's the harsh reality.
Once your gone everyone cares.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
Look at what you've done to me
I spend all my time thinking about you Daydreaming about the possibility of us
I'm failing half my classes
Because I can't focus on anything but you
I can't sleep anymore
Not without pills
Because you've stolen my peace at mind
When I do manage a moment of rest
It's because I've cried myself to sleep
Because of how hurt I am
Thanks for this
Now when I look in the mirror
I stand there and wonder,
" What the hell happened to you? "
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
It pulls me in,
always towards you.
Maybe it's the thought
of what we could be,
should be.
Maybe it's because I don't want to let my family down.
"Why dont you have a boyfriend to show us yet?"
They all ask or think.
"I don't know."
It's all I can muster.
I know this isn't true.
I like you because you are genuine,
you aren't like the others.
You have culture,
you appriciate the value of simple words.
Maybe it's fate pulling me towards you.
All I know is,
I don't mind.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
We don't talk.
We expect God to lead us to green pastures as he did with David
We wait on him silently with our hearts and minds filled with words
Screams of thought shouting sweet words denying our roles which we played in perpetrating the demise of our love story
'Love one another' that is what Jesus says in his word
However i find it testing to even imagine my own brother my own sister uttering those words
You blame me when i lose my way
Yet you were never there to ask me what i hope to be and what it is I for pray
Never have you questioned my reasoning and showed me the way
Never asked what i dream about at night or what it is i daydream about
Dont get me wrong i appriciate your monitory assistance
However in my life i still need your existance
I need to be able to cry on your shoulder and tell you my darkest thoughts and expect no awkward feelings
I need to be able to call you and not expect the words "ufuna malini"(How much money do you need)
Yes i need to have you know me deep that before i lie to you and say im fine, you already know something is up
I want to feel that you love me before i convince myself that you wouldnt do all you do for me unless you did
I need you to be my brother
I need you to be my sister
Expect me to say hi and not have anything to say cause i miss you that much
'I love you' such words i hear from strangers but from you not that much
I do apologize if i offend anyone
But do also hope my words mean something to someone
We dont talk and that is killing us
Deny it all you want but you played a part too
Celebrate my achievements and cry with me in sorrows too
Dont hide your tears from me i need to know you are human too
I say again we dont talk and this is killing us
I apologize if these words offend you
I say what i say cause "I LOVE YOU"!
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
So I never thought I would be writing this...I have recently had some amazing conversations with some inspirational people; who have all helped me to see where I have gone wrong recently:and trust me I have gone wrong a lot.....
Depression......what a word...I dont want that word near me;but its what I have been. Its an illness in the most complex ***** of the body that affects every aspect of you....sleep, food, ability to communicate effectively, or not communicate at all feeling fear of some thing and not quite sure what it is you may be fearing...There are feelings of anger, It's so strange, confusing, lonely, enlightening, interesting, challenging, reminiscent, sad, ashaming, happy although most of all thoughtful and thankful.
Its an illness that one in three of us suffer from. I actually believe that every one does, although people have different coping mechanisms. This is what I am learning about myself and others at the moment. Anyway...back to that word DEPRESSION....I have just written that in capitals for some reason, its like the big black word - lol....For me it should be called realisation...my depression has been about change and managing this effectively and some times not so effectively....I have experienced change in who I am...peoples perception of me, and in every realtionship in my life there has been some adjusting....it been an interesting journey.
My angels...my friends and family....they are like diamonds in the sky...They have been there through this hard journey and I know it has not been easy for any of us....thank you for still loving me and continuing to understand me when I know at times you have wondered where the strong, open, bubbly fun JC has gone. And I know I have propably cause you a lot of frustration on the way, I know I have as I have caused myself some...lol.
I understand that and appriciate each and every one of you...thank you for your advice, smiles, for making me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry...I never knew humans could cry so many tears. You have picked me up when I was struggling and each in your individual ways and have carried me forwards...some times I have not recognise the impact of your words or actions for months...but suddenly some thing clicks...
I have been to some dark places recently and you have supported me and loved me...so for that my diamonds I will be eternally grateful.....
Some diamonds have been light and powerful and some have been heavy and wonderful.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
A sad little lady once said to me
that what ever i may do
to take in a count everyones feelings
carefully trough and trough
A dog left alone on the street barked
that kindness will pay off
it is only free thing in life
and you can never give enough
A child climbing on the tree told me
courage is what you need
for it is the only thing that makes you
help those who are in need
the young gentlemen cried
and said you must appriciate what you have
i had a lady fair and true
that i wish i have treated well
i am kind, i won't hurt anyones feelings ,
i help, and i'm not afraid,
but i still spend all nights thinking,
why my love is never repayed.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
these things i hold so dear
are the things i will make clear
life's decisions are very real
the choices you make will generate
time is short so no mistakes
love your life and appriciate
hold on to the little things
the life you have is what you take
hold your hearts and cradle them
their your life they'll do the same
take nothing for granted
keep it sane
times passes by
what will you do
time passes by
do whats right
time passes by
do you have a clue
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
You're in your driveway and the heat is still on. Rain hits your windshield and the streetlights bend their light to your eyes. Shadows make intricate patterns on your skin and you watch them dance as you move slowly in the dim lights. The world outside is silent and the world inside is yours.
You're on some sort of camping trip. Surrounded by trees and the sounds of the insects that inhabit them, you take a moment to listen. It isn't cold outside, but it isn't warm either. You are alone. A moment of your time is spent gazing upon the stars. This is not to worry about the size, or wonder about them. For now they are just art. Distant sounds of other people beckon you to move and leave your place.
Sweat drips off of you as you step away from it all. The song playing now is slower and dimmed by the walls. This room is empty and you can almost feel the romance in the other. This doesn't bother you, as you just need to catch your breath. The building you inhabit is well made. You take a moment to appriciate it. Perhaps you should go home. The party has gone on too long.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC