"complainer" poems
there's a crazzzy devil
in
the white house
twisting our nation
into a denizens den
a tub of **** in a suit
ascending ***** matter
in
a clogged toilet
a black plague
we have a president with the attention span
of sea clams
an emotional ******* drip of impetuosity
a spiraling fit of rage
a snarling delusional dog
narcissist in a warping mirror
a pathetic complainer
a cyst on the body politic
clot
open sore
seething pustule
piggish **** lover
gangsters dupe
fascist wana be
heil heil
god your a pile
making Russia great again
licking Vlad's *****
protecting your assets no doubt
and hissing tweets
at war with with only everything
and figments of a disturbed imagination
a real windmill killer
his mouth
the devils mark
a yapping compulsive lier
forked tongued fury
possessed to a fault
by the vainglories
of money and ego out of bounds
the biggest and the best
at being
the very worst and a pest
grand royalty of ridicule
*****
a ham ****** cartoon nightmare
and clumsy stumbling bore
a seething volcano of perpetual excrement
reading from the book of chaos
aberrations of enemies
a war room president
at war with his own citizens
huddled in a panic chamber
burns and cuts himself
with his own hot sharp words
as there thrown back at him
a bully getting bullied
a ripper getting ripped
the brains of a lizards eyelid
in a shadeless socket
pulp hearted orangutan
menace to society
his mottled soul
like a black sun
on the verge
of a black hole
a hell mill of decrepitude
a dark creep creeping
tarnishing our beautiful country
lights dim
America
there's a devil
in the white house
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
You love her
in her many
copies.
blue, beige
destroyer, creator.
You hate her
during some
hours away
from sun.
procrastinator
fighter, complainer.
You fear her
the control
you can assert
but can't reign
in. Boycotter
scaredy cat.
You're in her
swimming but drowning.
Your psyche should
not be a
tiger trap.
There should be leaves
and soft earth
not sticks.
As your fears sharpen
them, the pit
will become deeper.
So learn to watch
where you walk
in your veins.
Control your thoughts
your habits
your acts.
Or perish in
your own sea
of troubles
Hamlet's slings,
and arrows will be yours
And let's face it.
You just don't have
that kind of
thick skin.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
I'm a complainer who shows the world a mask, carved from the most skilled of hands.
I'm not truly me.
I'm a cover up.
A fake.
But that's ok, because I don't even know me.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Seriously?
You're complaining over your potatoe?
Because its just a little cold?
Oh I'm sorry.
Let us all up and tend to your needs.
Because you're so ******* special.
Honestly?
You're acting like a two year old...
Grow up.
And eat the ******* potatoe...
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
I'm the sum of all my parts
I'm what you get when you put the pieces together
But all these parts
All these pieces
Are "too" something
Never the right amount
I'm "bossy"
Meaning: I'm "too" assertive
I'm a "complainer"
Meaning: I'm "too" opinionated
I'm not sexually attractive
Meaning: either I'm "too" ugly
Or "too" fat
I'm "complicated"
Meaning: I'm "too" much of a mess to deal with
I'm "friendly"
Meaning: I'm "too" close to ever be considered
I'm so many things
Meaning: I'm "too" me
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
It's life that does
The killing
And nothing is ever fair
And I feel deformed
And trapped
And I'm standing over there
And I think I have
Alot of problems
And I don't know why
And sometimes I'll just cry
I look up at the sky
I hate that my left side
Is stronger than my right
And I'm tired of trying
Why do I even bother
Why do I even fight
And my head is on the right side
Of my body
Not in the middle
Where it is supposed to be
I guess it *****
To be me
And I walk here
And walk there
People blab and blab
But few really care
And I lift weights
Go to phsyical therapy
But nothing changes for me
My left back still
A bit larger than my right
And I don't know
Whether to
Laugh or cry
I certainly can
Be a lonely
And miserable guy
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Silence you are a curse meant only for wicked wicked men.
why do you treat me as though i were some such person?
that i should be banished to Siberia and left to live forever cold and never alone, always with crushing frozen winds howling in my ears!!?
why do you hate me Silence?
god i must sound like such a whiner, a complainer, a stupid spoilt ungrateful brat.
should i say thank you? thank you for holding my insides in you fists and twisting!? yelling at me YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH!? WELL IF IM NOT ENOUGH THEN HELP ME !
help me.
help me sort the thoughts in my head into organised files.
smart. shallow. self deprecating.
god !
"you have to stop hating yourself so much!" you say whilst your eyes, like daggers, stab into my heart and mind, chipping away at my naked insecurities.
it's the silence that does these things to me.
beautiful serene silence that splits my mind and shakes my very being till the sound of my footsteps is so loud i. can. not. breath! !!!!
WAKE ME UP IN HEAVEN !!!!
wake me up in heaven god, so i can hear your gentle words talk me back to quiet calm serenity with out silence.
that i may lie forever listening to the song of angels filling this hole in my soul.
the hole where soft becomes panic and tap tap tap becomes pain pain pain make it stop!
make. it. go. away. god.
sing to me.
sing me awake and out of this silent nightmare.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
People surround the rain washed evidence
whilst cars pull to the side
People attired with obvious decadence
The culprits smiling with pride
Trash littered the up kept lawn
Liquid seeping out of forgotten containers
Companion’s up until the break of dawn
Neighbors labeled the complainer
The yelling of over protective loved ones
A lesson needs to be learned
to stifle a yell, Air fills your lungs
Until the next day when your returned
Remember what you have done
until next time a decision is made
Otherwise they have won
No more of the games you have played
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:43 AM UTC
Like a beaten traveler I carry on
The only singer in a chorus that knows one song
My legs move but don't know where they're going
Seared by heat whereever the wind is blowing
Reaching out of help I come under attack
Feeling the weight of many arrow in my back
The earth moves like quicksand at desert seams
No oasis just sun flares and pipe dreams
I thought for a minute others could be salvation
It turned out to be a mirage of expectation
Hell itself is not the enemy
Just a manifestation of my hate and what it means to me
And I move through concentric circles below
In dire need of rescue so I move slow
It's not an energy that can easily be released
I passed the event horizon of this hungry beast
Disintegrating in agony as it feeds
Relaying false messages of what I need
I'm not sure if I'm mad I thought of suicide
Or that I considered for the first time to ride
Being treated like a burden, complainer, annoyance
Met with betrayal, forgotten, and avoidance.
I don't want to be the bad vibes they talk about.
I just needed a friend to help me out.
But I see I need rock bottom to see the devil with my eyes
To break on through to reach my paradise.
To deal with pain and hatred of this size,
I have to find a way to deny my own lies.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
You think you've
got it
Oh, so hard now
(And tears are streaming down your face and darkness beats at your soul)
And then you
go and
Look around
(Because all you are is one more complainer.)
And You
know full well
others have it worse,
*(And for them,
you hope
they continue, to complain, because
maybe someone will listen, and
life is ruthless but death is death,
while you may as well be a ghost)*
But that doesn't change your
insomniatic habits of being unable to sleep until half past one
or
***your solitude of half-self-imposed loneliness because
you won't force your burdens upon your friends***
or
***the fact that you
cry yourself to sleep every night because
you can only mask your tears for so long.***
So you
breathe in daylight like it is air
(because darkness lessens and you must be ligherbrighter around other people)
and
fake a smile everyone believes and
(you still fall apart at night).
*you like to think that the night might be forgiving (because nothing else is)
and you
Hope your*
silent complaints
*might actually make a difference,
Even if
overall
the world has
just as many
Complainers
as before.*
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
You probably think that it's simple being me
I'll make it very clear
So that you can hear
That sometimes I want another route
Sometimes I just want to simply get out
I think sometimes of how I am quickly failing
You probably saw it and just thought I was ******** and wailing
That I was a whiner, loser and complainer
When I was just struggling trying to stay saner
Whether or not you cared or bothered to see
You must have known you were mentally torturing me
As I struggled and struggled all throughout
Just simply trying to get out
I sometimes think about how I am trapped
That I could escape to a place untapped
That I could move and hide somewhere safely
But you don't care to listen, you haven't cared lately
That I wanted to escape somewhere new to sprout
That all I want is to simply get out
I think sometimes that I wish I wasn't me
I pray to God that He will see
That there is someone else I would rather be
That I could not feel so trapped and wallow about
That I could simply just get out
I sometimes drive home and it's quiet
Radio's out and now my head is a riot
I think the thoughts I think
And then my heart begins to sink
That this flesh I could begin to peel
If I just turn the steering wheel
Taking me to a different route
Finding a simple way to get out
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
I would like to know
If you care about me
And love me as a friend
You know
I guess my problem
Is that ultimately
I don't care very much for my physical body
I think women get to have more fun then men
As they are multi ********
And can have fun with vibrators and ******
I would have liked to have fun like that
Being a guy is lame
Besides
It is highly unlikely
An attractive woman will like me
I am only 6 inches *****
And most beautiful women I talk to
Say that want 8 inches or more
I don't think that highly
Of the life you created for us God
Why couldn't you have come up with something better?
The more I live life
The more I see it as a computer program
Or matrix
The seasons repeat themselves
I go to work
Which is somewhat fulfilling
And sure, I enjoy my hobbies
But I'll probably never meet
A kind female friend
Or it will be years and years until I do
How I am I ever supposed to feel love
From another person
When I don't really like my body
I don't feel attractive
And I'm not
I am alone
Always alone
I am a stone
Left alone
Left alone to listen to
Thousands of hours
Of podcasts
I'm like a computer
Or android
Not loved very much at all
Left alone
I begin to die slowly
Waiting for a hug that never comes
Women don't pay me such attention
It must be because I'm not attractive
Oh well
Now I sound like a complainer
But I'm learning
I'm learning to always be alone
To believe in myself
And know myself
The world is a terribly ******* up place
Where thousands starve every day
I should just be grateful
Do you know how terrible it is
In a body you don't really want?
It Must be fun to be a woman
To have *******
And a ******
To have toned and **** legs
But I'm just this thing
This ugly thing
I would like to be judged by you
How would you rate me on a scale of 1 to 10
In terms of attractiveness?
I'm sure it would be very average or low
And I'm sure if we took a sample of women in your age group
And social standing they would agree
I might as well wear a t shirt
That says in capital letters UGLY
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
You must make up your mind to be passive or a fighter.
A complainer or a righter.
You must stand your ground when you're right.
When authorities wants you be totally silent.
By advising you how to get ahead?
By lying instead.
You must adapt to responsibility after years of none.
Regretting for that day to come.
We all have plenty things to avoid.
You must confirm to your faith.
For hopes and prayers to work.
Substances moves when they have reasons too.
You must determine to be the BEST dad, mother, father, sister, uncle, aunt or brother.
By knowing what's require of those titles?
There are a lot of must in life we must do.
But the best and the hardest but easier than we think.
Is to be you.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
He complained, as he drove,
a car behind him too **** near;
he gazed at the speedometer,
the car was on his rear.
It passed us... doing sixty,
the speed limit, forty-five;
some drivers just like fast,
on speed, they seem to thrive.
He complained, as he drove,
other drivers were insane;
and the ones that tailgated,
they were his special bane.
No cops around when needed,
to catch that wily speeder;
to give to them, a ticket,
for riding on his keister.
He complained, as he drove,
and I heard the tires, sing;
then he got behind a car,
and did the same **** thing!
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
poor
lots of problems from the past
no vision for the future
(and she says burden worthless complainer not worth my time)
/same person/same people
gets job
slowly fixes problems from the past
unhappy but has conscious plan for the future
(and she says love of my life)
same person
i am
are u
i know i am
and were u ever
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC