"desprate" poems
I keep losing followers....
but i realized
that despite the desprate fight of some
to get followers
I dont care.
I mean I know my poetry is good
if I have 12 followers
or 12000 followers
because I believe in myself
and you dont have to follow me
I dont mind
I dont need followers
I will get those
in time
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Dreary Dreary
These Weary Bones
They Holler And Shudder
In Dreadful Tones
I've Strained Them So Terribly
I've Pained Them So Much
These Bones Cry Their Fury
With Each Simple Touch
Burning Burning
My Churning Guts
I've Worked Myself Desprate
I've Worked Myself Nuts
I'm Nearly Depleted
I'm Running On Low
I'm Broke And Defeated
I Really Must Go
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
The water hypnotizes me,
Sloshing in every direction,
The water speaks to me,
Telling me to come into it embrace,
I walk with out trying,
I'm caged in my own body,
In my head my breath grows frantic,
In my head I panic,
But the shell my body has become,
Is calm and silent,
The water is to my neck,
And Im sinking farther,
I am in the deepest depths of the ocean,
Inside I am aware,
But my body doesnt breath,
Inside I was desprate to get out,
But my body slumbered beneath the waves,
And my being living on forever,
Trapped
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
I had never opened up myself to anyone.
Until i had talked to you.
Before i had lived life.
Until you had taken control of mine.
I listened to you, thinking nothing was wrong.
All those words i had said, didnt matter to you.
I was desprate to hold onto anyone who showed me an ounce of love, healthy or not.
Everyone knows now.
I have to say it's worse.
I almost wish i had stayed oblivious to your ways.
Because i lost almost everyone i cared about.
Because they don't believe me.
It's not that though that is really bothering me.
It's the fact that, you can walk around and do anything you wish without a worry in the world.
I have to be the one who is stressed.
I am the one who doesn't get to see the girls grow-up.
I have to sit at family functions and hear about you.
I have to hold it all in, because would look at me as though I was the crazy one.
When in truth, you are the one.
You are the one who thought it was ok.
You are the one.
But I'm the one who has to pay every-day.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel empty
Empty like this bottle
Laying at my feet
Empty like your smile
Worn and beat
Empty like the land
Desprate in the heat
Empty like the city
Not a friendly face to greet
Empty and alone
My fate is obsolete
I'm sorry
For the emptiness in me
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
Cry
Scream
shout
freak
the
****
out!
cry my heart out
for everything I've left behind
My old life
my past
SCREAM
Then maybe He will see
My fear
That all our hopes and dreams
will never see the day of light
SHOUT
For someone to notice me
To hold me
I'm desprate for human contact
Freak
the
****
out
FOR
SOMEONE
ANYONE
TO
JUST
*******
TELL
ME
THAT
THEY
UNDERSTAND
tell me
I'm not
going crazy
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
If i gave you a rose
would you keep it
If i told you i loved you
would you believe i mean it
If i stayed awake all night
thinking of your face
would you believe
that i need you
I love you
but you dont belive me
do you
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
There's an ominous melody playing in my head.
A kind of uncharted echo only heard in melancholy tunes.
Splitting and splattering against the walls of my soul.
Skin, skin is all we see,
not the depth of a vast ocean of emotions.
Every fiber and molecule taken forgranted.
Hearts are a dime a dozen in this ****** up world.
Bleeding hearts ooze broken fragments out of glistening veins.
Tearing up paper,
rewriting line after line until these words have been defined.
Defined to spell out emotions to a broken society outside of this vessel called a body.
Concrete cyinderblocks cemented to these feet,
casted out like a fishing line into the abyss of a never-ending sea.
Drowning metaphorically, gasping for air but no one cares.
Painted faces in a culture full of clowns.
Intentionally hiding pain but the paint is starting to crack.
Vicegrips continuously squeeze this life,
harder and harder as light fades.
A tear weeps across the moons face.
Icicles sparkle,
melting a desprate soul and the rain falls like shards of glass.
Searching for a trail to follow,
walking with many others down this road.
Yet walking empty and alone all in the same moment.
Nothing more than a shadow underneath feet.
Silence saturated with malingering grief,
torment residing deep within.
Memories clawing through nightmarish dreams,
barely describable.
Mired in debris from the past - ****** into quicksand.
Dreams filled with hope; dashed and dimmed like a flame from a candle.
A life extinguished,
a void created where a future ought to reside.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
only now i expressed
howmuch i love her
but next moment i got
what i couldn't
but nowdays i geting use
to this,feeling desprate
i should get out off this desperate world
as soon as possible
she started hating me
but should i know that
many of loving ones
started hating me
anyhow will lead this life..
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
I'll share my poetry
With anyone
Who will understand it.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 8:35 AM UTC