"diffently" poems
You ever feel like the world is crashing upon you
I surely do. It seems like I can't do anything right,
Say the right words to make things okay.
It seems like everywhere I go people aren't kind
They have their own agendas and they want to
**** any happiness I have and make me feel
Miserable likes they do. Well, **** that! They
All can eat **** and die! They ain't taking away
What I have worked o for seven months being
Clean and sober, not an ounce of alcohol or any
Drug. I'm taking classes to learn about myself
And the way I tick, most my problems come from
Past trama. So much anger built up inside of
Me from being molested when I was eight. It only
Happened once, a lot of people have deals with it
For years but it still happened nevertheless and
Really ****** with my head. The person who did
It was a family member and he is now a minister
Go ******* figure. Now that diffently ***** with
My head when it comes to religion and someone
Talking about God. But where I'm at right at the
Present time is a place I was pushed to. My
Girlfriend wouldn't give up her mom and move
Her to some place where she could get the help
Needed. She chose her over me, for two months
I kept telling her that if she doesn't choose I was
Going to move out. Well, needless to say she didn't
Quite choose anything but even not choosing is a
Decision. So I moved out and she can have her mom
The bad part about it is me and my girlfriend have
A daughter together. I tried every means to fix what
Was broken but my girlfriend just thought everything
Was fine. So I made the choice to move to clear my
Head. Though I miss my daughter tremendously.
I wish life was simple and everything could go my
Way but that ain't life and I'm not God. Now since
Moving here I have neighbors upstairs who are so
Loud it's affecting my serenity. Now I have to move
Out and find a better place where this **** doesn't
Happen. So here I am life, take me as I am cause
Apparently you want to **** with me.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Shall I share my deepest thought?
Reveal all my secretes on these pages?
Filling each line with all my dreams
And every word I’m afraid to speak?
But who will listen?
Who will read?
If they do, would they look at its writer diffently?
Would they soak every up phrase? Or just simply turn to the next page
After all this is an empty canvas
A solace for a time in distress
A story wrapped around a blue dress
Watch me paint you a picture without a brush
Just a pen and my words
as each storys progress
i hope to leave the reader impressed
but at the end of the day
this is an entry into my journal
who cares what i have to say
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
What the **** did you say
Did you mean every word
I'm sorry I ******* offend you
It's just my ******* vulgarity coming out
I'm not one to ******* please
It's just not in me no more
I have chased after attention
Forgot who the **** I am
And what ******* life is all about
It's not about status quo
Trying ******* hard to do away with approval
I don't need you to ******* like me
I've been there and done that
Sought out everyone's mentality
To worship and praise me
I don't know about the worship part
But I diffently wanted your compliments
Couldn't survive without it
I wouldn't know where to go
Angry all the ******* time
It's no wonder why you parted ways
And couldn't ******* stand my attitude
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
It's strange.
So ******* weird.
I'm 43 years old
And am still getting bullied
People are ****** up
Especially my neighbor's upstairs
They have three kids
There are three adults
And all of them live in a one bedroom apartment
There is so much ******* noise it's not even funny
No one can make that much noise on accident
I understand kids will be kids
But there's stomping on the floor done on purpose
I went to her first and asked for them to tone it down
She gave me attitude and told me she has a freakin' one year old
Then I went to the landlord and the noise got worse
I called the cops on them and the noise diffently got worse
So I have to bend over and take it up the ******* ***
Why they ******* care I'm living down here and they're trying
To get my goat and make my life miserable
But the joke is on ******* them
For the most part I look the other way
They think it really bothers me, they are mistaken
I have dealt with *********** like these throughout my life
They're not ******* happy unless they make others unhappy
They're trying to get a rise out of me and I'm through with them
They can make all the noise they want
Their not my problem. They're so ******* pathetic it's funny
Maybe they want my apartment, I don't know
Or maybe they're just so ******* miserable they can't find
Anything constructive other than causing trouble
So I say **** them. They're nothing but dooshbags
And I laugh at ******* dooshbags.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
You might not be.
What I think you are?
I might not seem like you think I am.
Still don't sterotype me.
Just place me in this box, as if you sure.
I might not be that.
And you might not be this.
And most diffently don'tlisten to a rumor at all.
That's where truth gets twisted.
And lies begins to fall.
A little piece of anything.
Leaves out a lot of facts.
So don't sterotype me.
Especially if you don't know.
Cause when pushed for truth.
That's when we hear about somebody's has told you.
If anything you needs to know.
Come to me and ask to my face.
It doesn't mean I'll let you know.
But it would solve exactly what you heard.
Cause I'm the type that keeps it real.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
The war within is over
Thank God
I can finally sit back with ease
I don't have to struggle
No matter what is going on now
Doesn't have to be the end of the world
I'm not looking for attention no more
I would bend over backwards to be liked
I don't have to do that no more
It feels good
I have found a little piece of heaven
It's in the way I view things now
I have found quite of bit of beauty
Just look at Mother Nature
And how she envelopes us with her loving wings
I find it comforting life isn't counting my mistakes
But how I'm living in the truth
If I lie, cheat, and steal
I can believe my life will be ****
Karma will make sure of that
I've been at the very bottom many times
Suicide was looking mighty tempting
It's when I was at my lowest point
That God was there to rescue me
I'm not saying I live my life perfectly
There's a lot of room for improvement
My obscenities are one of my character flaws
How I do revel in cussing
But I feel God turns the other way
And shakes his head
Hoping I will let go of my ***** mouth
But if that' the only thing He has to worry about
Then there is diffently something wrong
How I do like the fact my mind isn't racing
That it has slowed down quite a bit
That I do find moments of peace
And never know I just might find happiness
But I feel happiness comes from doing the right thing
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC