"detriments" poems
People may tell you to not cry...
I won't because I know the difference.
They think they know when in fact they lie...
I say bury yourself in the deepest of detriments.
They may say that a new day will come...
They only spout what they can't comprehend.
They forget that you are ailing from a broken heart and that you're not dumb.
There's only you in your space, alone you stand...
Textbook responses are all they can offer...
They know not that it'll only make things worse...
There can be no replies so nice and proper.
To rid you of your life, your plight, your curse.
They may even share personal events that they think familiar.
Thinking what worked for them may work for you.
But no two situations are the same, albeit looking quite similar.
At the end of the day, you only owe it to yourself to pull yourself through.
I say feed your pain, grieve hard if you must
Wallow... Dwell... Drown yourself everyday.
Let your blood sear your insides, beneath your crumbling crust.
Let the world around you descend into destruction and decay.
What made me the expert...
To say these horrid, putrid things.
Because I am you and we both lay in the dirt.
Driven mad by the persistent echoes of our own misgivings.
I'm no expert... I am just a broken man.
Telling you to let yourself be caught in your own sad and angry song.
Be weak... Be as weak as you possibly can...
So you could rise from the ashes and emerge hale and strong.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Are humans inherently evil?
Does it go right to the core?
Do we always need to prove ourselves?
Do we need to settle the score?
I watched a documentary
With people doing experiments
On other people just like them
Callous with their detriments
The lower class
The prisoners
The foreigners
By practitioners
And now we have this information
Torture, surgery, chemical weaponry
Some classified, some out to view
Is it their duty of citizenry
To share that information with me?
To tell me how and when and why
To share results of tests gone by?
Do I even want to know?
Do not let them die in vain
Maybe I should share the pain
(maybe you should share it too)
To learn
To see
And
NOT to do
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
Lumpenproletariat's
Comprise the population
Revolutionized, new variants
Attempt consolidation.
Socialist experiments or
Anthropology's deviation?
Avoidance- societal detriments of health:
Classism's obliteration.
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 12:45 PM UTC
a small group of individuals
bound by the intersectionality
of their detriments
meet;
and although alone we stand
in head and heart and hand
together the mind and the heart gave birth
to something each of us forgot were worth:
when we are together, a real person is born
not through the perceptivity of gore and of ****
but of virtue and strength being visible not
to anyone other than us 3 who forgot.
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 5:24 AM UTC
you fall down, you have no choice but to get back up.
when you get back up, you lose something; a piece of your strength, energy, will... something. keeping on is not free.
you spent the day in bed. too exhausted to get up. you're so sick of bed. your body feels angry for being so still. you just didn't have it in you to move around today. this is fatigue. it isn't fair. in fact, it's cruel.
there is no feeling good anymore. there are what some poor souls refer to as "good pain days" which is just another way of saying
"I know what it's like to be in such bad pain that you want to die, and I'm just thankful today's pain was at least not the worst it has ever been"
you're on no kind of schedule. it'd be a blessing just to eat and sleep at normal times, with some regularity. you feel like crap all the time. you gain weight and lose muscle. you feel weak and heavy.
lie in bed. peace of bedtime is a foreign concept, your body aches to be comfortable, and you may doze off for 3 seconds before jerking awake by inconsiderate muscles that don't really care that you haven't had a solid hour of rest in 2 days.
pills are a blessing and a curse. relief and side effects. they allow you to rest and they mess with your brain. you'll get so sick of taking pills and you'll begin to hate them for needing them.
the very best you see in your future is surviving. that's what fibromyalgia is. your job is getting through the days of pain and exhaustion, the physical and mental detriments that come with it. your life is a fight, and you are so, so, so, so tired of fighting. you always, always, always feel you have no more fight left in you.
you're 21 years old and you fondly and bitterly remember a time (not too long ago) when you thought some things in life would just be givens; career, family, adventure, accomplishments.... health.
you're 21 years old and you learn that you get none of the above. you're too tired, you hurt too much, and this disease seems to only get worse... it seems to have taken everything from you
and then it takes some more.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
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away from the days' detriments...■■■■■■■■
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the door•slip into my dark-
ness for i've left the
gates to my
mind
...*
slightly ajar•
.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Beneath and beyond the ends of warmth and scars.
And the horror of shades to tear.
All along within the menace of our years.
How could this be just mere?
Gender equality; disadvantageous to our masculity.
Our laws failed us,-failed to settle the disparity.
Left us in mud of our fate; such a scroll,
At the detriments of our souls.
At times, I wonder the stance of men in ****
Convicted and jailed just to knot tight his lace.
He rapes, he’s justifies as an ape.
When ***** he toiled in silence as his fate.
If,
Our society can’t help, but
Protects other women’s rights and voice
If,
Men are seen toxic, but
Still tonic the affairs of our state.
If,
Men are now monsters,
Yet, represent elements of determination, growth and strength.
If,
That man could feed you care, and
Still respects your gender differences.
That man deserves your honor and regard,
Because men are not stone, and
That makes us sweet and admiring.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 8, 2022 at 3:04 AM UTC
To be left a rotting corpse in the inky depths of my screaming, vacant soul
To taste the freshness of the air only to have it ripped so unnaturally from my shriveling lungs
Once sitting atop that merciful beacon of hope,
I find myself tumbling, grasping, gasping, clasping for some hold onto the beautiful signal
And who is to blame?
Who?
Certainly not you, for it was your hand who found me troubled in the merciless murky vapor
Your hand that lifted me from the bowels of hell and so dotingly destroyed my detriments
But had it not been for you I would have so happily, so cheerfully accepted my vacant vocation
Of restlessly, recklessly, ruefully running around without any remorse for my forlorn reality
For it is not the force of you freedom that loosed my heavy chains, but rather the form
That vicious vigor that stuffed my spirit with a seemingly ceaseless, incessant self-assurance
But for my essence to not identify isolation, to not recognize regret seems so conceited in comparison to yours
Which is ever growing, ever loving, ever laughing, ever knowing, ever telling, ever asking, ever showing, ever…
After all it was your being there that showed me how lonely I truly was, how pitiful of an existence I truly led
So now I state the obvious
Why?
Why go through all that endeavor, all that effort of effectively and essentially helping me escape my insanity just to throw it out the
Door is where you went, leaving me to collect the shambles and shards that was the life you made
Leaving me to collect these silly splinters just so that you could prove a point
A point well taken, a point notably noted, and a point you called no return
Return?
Return from what?
From the friendship promised, or the friendship broken, or the new twisted friends of which you’ve hardly spoken?
And so I take my leave, but I will return
I will not leave such a dear thing to burn
Burn in the essence of what we call hope
For, after all, you were the one who threw me the rope
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC
**** depressed due doubts dance dutifuly
demented dawn deludes detriments
dinning during daunting dissidents
deemed disinterested daft dumb dreamer
don't **** demigods digesting disambiguations
digging down destroying discourses
dally daily doomed deranged
dragged damaged dusted
damp dark determined
dexedrine dagger
darts denting
dudes don't
do
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Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
i am abstracted my dear;
waves no longer take their love overlooked
starved, lacking, consuming
your detriments shred upon the earth
lest remain I be unhooked
starve me, deplete me, consume all in sight
rewarded comes great pleasure
here I am hidden all night
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Drifting down between the riverside trees
Early afternoon sunlight kisses you
As your raft glides over the clear water
Your focus is held by the horizon
In the distance, a split in the river
Presents itself, and you must make a choice,
Similar to one Robert Frost once faced
And like him, you stand in uncertainty
The one stream appears in a wilder form
Verdure bulging over it unrestrained
Keeping the sunshine from touching water
As if it welcomes neither man nor beast
It offers danger... and adventure too.
The other stream seems safer to explore
The plants on either side yield evidence
Of passage made by creatures unharassed
What great temptation security is
And what mind-numbing boredom it provides
Tension builds as need for decision comes
Emotion overwhelms your perceptions
And you choose by impulse over reason
Moments after resolution was made
You are already regretting your choice
Yet the depths of your mind cry out to see
The benefits beyond the detriments
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Regrets and mistakes riddled
In a fading abyss
Where services long past rest
Are shackles at the soul’s behest
Crawling in the ashes of perception
False comforts ring as hollow realities
Bound, unbreaking, unyielding
To withering ideologies
In the demagoguery of fears
Hearts are burning so bright
When their truths are set alight
Never to cross the surface in their plight
The detriments born of desire
Create the fuel to a new kind of fire
Seizing the boundaries
Consuming rationality
In decisions to face
Creations belie
The beauty and foulness
Where reflections
Of imperfection
Die
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
you don't know
how many times
i wished
and tried
to crawl out
from this skin—
to escape from
this messed-up
head and body.
_to slip delicately away from me
without annihilating the few good fragments
of my existence._
away from my deformities.
away from the detriments that i am.
away from myself.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
the usurper once cried
"you do not sit with me now"
to the detriments
which scoured
like pouring rain.
"I am found"
he says
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Why do we allow
these shallow
stubborn ********
to acquire annual annuities
on slick sick
investments;
Like oil refinement
or weapons,
such detriments
to our social health
and our environment.
Will we be able
to restrain
this barbaric disposition
that manufactures
guns and
environmental disasters
with our false bravado?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
ordinary strangers lost to a disfigured screen
the pixels diluted so that the eye cannot retrieve
a scurry of fuzzy people which skitter across
their faces lost to painted scoured masks
silhouettes hovering within retracing channels
my friend, the reception have gone haywire since
we have believed in everything shown on this screen
and now it's too late to cut the televised cable
it has ****** everything we were once able
and the batteries to the remote cannot handle
our detriments which begins to glare
and we lose sight to those ordinary people
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Never good enough is a feeling I know all to well,
Like a stained emotion in my brain,
that runs so deep down through my veins.
It's a seed of feeling you planted in me
and over time have watered routinely,
to grow immensely to the point of
where it is all that I know.
I've always been the target to all of your own regrets,
and the target practice never seems to end as you're incapable of grasping that the shots you fire conclusively leave me scarred with nothing but
unsolicited relics of your detriments. Those scars are permanent,
and your late apologies are nothing but pointless bandaids with weak adhesive.
At some point one may "forgive",
but one never forgets.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC