"disapointment" poems
Disappointment.
Be ready for it.
Ready or not, here it comes.
Like hide and seek.
Telling you to expect the unexpected.
Even if the unexpected is hiding up in a tree.
When the rules clearly defined only "on the ground hiding spots."
Ready to drop in on you.
On top of you.
And crush you to the ground.
Catch me if you can.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
There's sadness welling up with water in my eyes.
There's embarrassment flushing to my cheeks.
There's fear twitching to run in my feet.
There's anger bunching up in my balled fists.
There's nausea accumulating in my stomach.
There's confusion pumping through my heart.
There's disapointment sighing in my rib cage.
There's regret pursing my lips.
And there's madness processing my brain.
I am a single being.
One small body, barely growing.
A structure of bones made up a human.
This being, this body, this human,
This single being
Is overwhelmed with emotions.
And I cannot contain these feelings.
I am one person.
Which makes it logical that all these feelings
Would overtake me.
(just like they always do)
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Say one more time the crown of beauty's dying. Without the shine the gown of beauty's wilting. 'Tis nothing fair a timid being. Fear not, stand tall against them halt from fleeing. Prove thy might young maiden now before ye bitter.
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Dear Restless, don't you know when you mess with the Mother it comes back twofold? Reckless actions masking your denial feeding her disapointment. Striving to get your way, darling, but you'll never be happy. One wrong move after another and she's coming for you baby one way or another.
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One day, one night, lost track, lost time. Standing alone I see all to be done, but lack ambition to clean the slate. Whereas, together I'm blinded and forgetful. Seconds pass, alright, but seconds build to minutes as a steady trickle builds to a stream. Soon enough I find myself trapped in a river. I can't escape, I'm caught in a current of disassociation. So what if I drown here? No, I want want more more. Every second a thought runs by and like the trickle turns into a dream. I feel that I think I can, but as I think this there's another stream building, the one that's pulling me back. As I'm drowning, the seconds tick..tick..tick. Just one strong lunge and I'm air bound to a new element, the one I was meant to survive in. Soon I will take a lungfull of that bountiful production the leaves breath for me. I will bask in the glorious light and love to be loved. Just one .. Strong .. Lunge.
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Just get on your feet and run, baby, run. Glance behind you once, no shame, twice and you'll lose your footing. I tripped when I tried to get out of misery, but I'm standing up now and tying those laces tight. Moral of these things is normally not to run anymore.. Not here, I intend to keep going.
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This road we travel on may some day bring us to our peace, but in the meantime we'll roam this place one offbeat path at a time. Join me on a magical adventure to nowhere and I swear you will never forget it. Peace, love, and wickedry shall set you free.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Silence as he goes down the steps
he knows he musn't wake
his mother who sleeps upstairs
he musn't wake his sisters or his brothers
He opens the door to the bathroom
and Sees his reflection
UGLY, STUPID, WORTHLESS
Words like these bounce around his mind
His skull is a bouncy house and more words keep piling in
Wanting a chance to jump high
He opens the cupboard and sees the pills
A bottle of painkillers the doctor gave to his sister
He creeps back to his room
Slient like a night cat
and he sits on his bed with the note right beside
Sorry for being such a dissapointment, sorry for causing pain, I am gone now don't worry anymore i will longer I have to be a burden
he opens the cap and he can feel that he wants to cry
he pours the pills into his hand and takes each one
one at a time
I am gone, gone forever never to return again
No longer have to be a disapointment
I can be who I want to be after death
No longer having to feel less
No longer I have to be stong
As I sing the sucide Song
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Like
...dude
random writing eh
.....like theres a tear forming in my eye as i say this
poetry is my escape
from my dreadful world
not yours
from people, my own ******* Mother....
not appreciating all that i am
people even those who "accept"
or dont give a ****
ya know my world is far from perfect
in my world all i see are eyes on me....
all eye see is fear, pity.....
pretty much
...fake smiles
like pity for being black, sorrow in their eyes as they watch or fear of me taking their purse
.....i see disapointment
in the eyes of loved ones...
they sit and laugh
like im a joke
its like only i can truly give myself
what i desire
no man, no boy, no dude, nor dudet
can give me crap....
all the people in my world do
...is stare
they ******* stare
and i feel every emotion
of the people in the cars watching as i cross
as i walk down the stairs i see
as i write in my notebook isee
its like i live in a great world
but am distracted....
like i want to be free
but a burden is over me
....just laying there
and i put it there me
all me
i did
i told myself
and put the weight of obligation
on myself
but ya know what
to hell with that weight
to hell with my "world"
.......
truly
im just me
in a moment
...the moment
infinate moment
intricate moment....
oh hell ya
and ya know
....its hell
fire all over
maybe even worse
but....im kinda lovin it
its hell n back but....
its mine
i am free
its a weight meaning...
i can remove it whenever, whereever
if i want to......
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
I wait for the rain to drench me so I can be washed of my impurities. I'm wishing that the water that streams down me will mask the tears that have been clouding my vision for so long because whenever I think of you my own rainstorm starts inside of me.
I wait for the lightning to hit me so I can be filled with light. I'm hoping that the electricity that courses through me will somehow get through to you so I'm not the only one that feels something when we touch.
I wait for the thunder to deafen me so I don't have to hear the news something along the lines of it's probably not going to be you and me. If I can't hear anything anymore I won't have to worry about listening to the compliments you shower her with day after day.
I wait for the sun to dry me so I don't have to catch more of an illness than I already have. I'm guessing that when the sun comes out I'll shine like a newly cleaned window having been rinsed of the dirt that's been clouding me over for so long now because I know your blue eyes see through me but if I blind you with light then you really won't see anything at all when you look at me.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Lust like jelly inside
Wibble wobble when we touch
When your hand brushes mine
A lost feeling
One I can't decide
Losing myself
Hysteria
But not so refined
Myself plus more
Contentment when with you
When we're entwined
But for fear of disapointment
Too much too soon
Someone only just knew
Yet feels right
Enough now for me
This the same for you?
Let us brew
Please
Let us wait this jelly
And see what can be grew
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
After all the effort I kept
I tried so hard to let her know,
let her understand how I feel
And she was kind, yet showing interest
She made me fall deep, deeper, deep, deeper
When all she really wanted is friendship
Yet she kept it a secret
I'm sure she was unaware this could hurt me in future
Not until when I left her with no choice but to utter something
If I knew I wouldn't have pushed,
but I was convinced we are walking the very same paths
Surely her answer caused me nothing but trauma
And I realised she can't even consider my feelings
How can I stand beside her?
Will I ever hug friendly greetings?
will I ever shake hands without intending to kiss goodbye?
This gonna be hard to just ignore and adapt to friendship
How can I be friends with a girl I bearly love?
Love sometimes is so stupid and selfish
How can it be such a lier?
Sometimes I wish love can just be saying I love you,
but it is more than that.
The moment I set my eyes on her and she stare back
The first time we conversed
I was so convinced she's in love too
I was convinced the only thing left is nothing but consensus
But then it turned out with disapointment
"I'm not ready for love friendship of course is great to meditate" (she said)
Just for console, when I realise I'm stuck in these feelings
I pitched, you can take all the time you need to be true with yourself,
simply like I'm fine by it when I really am touched.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
The words are sieved
strained
disguised
Hiding the truth
wrapped around
in lies
No longer recognize
the faces
of the unknown
Knowing nothing
is the passcard
to disapointment
Were it just a game
a trick
Sleight of hand
But it's not
It's the putrid
breath
of death
upon the lips
of life
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC
Disappointment is the worst form of suffering
Its the threat for destruction in your everything
To have something to love be crushed
Is the type of pain that cannot be hushed
To hope for something and have your hopes dashed
Is to love and have your heart slashed
To work yourself to the bone for nothing at all
Is to climb the mountain just to fall
To smile and have your teeth break
Is to fall victim to any mistake
To try and fail by your own fault
Is to open a wound and rub in salt
I am used to disappointment
It happens to me so much
Crying over things gone and went
Has become my emotional crutch
Yet,
Here I go again...
Hoping,
that this time,
I’ll win
Here I go,
Betting all my chips
Crossing my fingers
And biting my lips
No turning back, it's all or nothing now
I want it to work,
someway,
somehow
Here I go, jumping off a bridge with you
Please, do me a favor and don't disappoint me too.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
Lets Just pretend that I Am Not there or here
the two of you.
and him.
The Perfect tones.
Hate,
Rejection,
Pure Disapointment -
Rehearsed so perfectly
you discuss the topic:
It is me.
Hanging on to my emotion by holding every ounce of air in my lungs so i can listen more clearly;
You say:
I am Hostile. Cold. Miserable. Self Centered. irresponsible. Disrespectful. Terrible.
THEY mention I was born into the WRONG family.
I am a thief.
I am a Liar.
You agree.
I stumble around, shaking my head frantically.
I KNOW that is not me.
I continue to listen - As If they DO NOT have any idea I am holding my heart as it is dropping.
Aug 9, 2010
Aug 9, 2010 at 2:39 AM UTC
The lack of poetic tongue
in my response
is sure to disappoint.
But I have a headache,
and my life *****
and the baby won't stop freakin' crying.
What do you want from me, people?
I can't **** you out a masterpiece every time!!
...and I'm a little drunk.
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Where did you go?
I miss a ghost
A shadow of what once was
What never will be again
The promises of tommorow
Shattered by the disapointment of today
I am forgetting
Everyday i loose a little more
So slowly i dont even see it slipping
Until its gone
You promised me forever
You told me we would always be this
I guess you could'nt have known
How much we would miss...
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
I will stand up all night
Since I won’t do anything with my life
I can’t dream nor sleep
This time so late is when I can finally weep
I cry and curse
My tragic course
The days pass and the nights end
But I can only ask myself when?
When would the sad nights finish?
When would I find a friend,
A lover a companion that will squish
my fears and scare the pain away
But no, the tears keep dripping
And the moon keeps shinning
The loneliness will stay
and it’s darkness will stain
The never ending fight,
The never ending run
Like a cycle it repeats, isn’t there a might?
A chance of change,
A someone to appear, or as an insomiac
I am doomed to remain.
Alone in my bed, with the eyes wide open
Thinking the worse, in pieces I’m broken,
Can someone try to find me,
And try to repair my sleepy mess
Trying is enought, since my hopes are less
Disapointment has hit me
Twice at least? More than that
I am chained to this bed
I am chained to this missery,
to this mental trap
Should I sane myself?
Or wait to someone to save me
Save me from me, how ridiculous can I be
Maybe the pieces are in a place unseen.
Maybe there’s no pieces to be found
And there’s only a future to make up
Maybe it is better to just sleep
Will it help me to brush the pain with one blink?
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Pain is not evil, pain is not good.
He is the coldness of the wind upon your warm skin.
The breaths you can't take as you sink into numbness and drown.
A water soaked corpse who jumped into absolution.
Pain is acceptance of your flaws.
He is the blame that you take upon yourself.
The thought of a better life without you.
A final realization that change is impossible.
Pain is the actions you were too afraid to take.
He is the last gasp of you crying unheard screams for help.
The unseen hands that bind you into this pitiful place.
A spectral dream that plagues your subconscious.
Pain is your loss and existence.
He is the love you no longer have and the torment you felt.
The dark blood scented future stained in tears.
A lonely woman who walks in the dark.
Pain is the changes you don't want.
He is the audience that watches you go through this hell.
The many who see and avoid your freakshow
A god who overlooks your unnoticed suffering.
Pain is the hurt you cause.
He is the reasons you delude yourself with to stop believing you're a monster.
The ruination of your good intentions and newfound self loathing.
A disease that spreads to those around you.
Pain is disapointment
He is the object that fails to reach expectations.
The means that don't justify the ends.
A lie that is revealed.
Pain is entering this life
He is your insecurities and misunderstanding.
The deprivation of something you never had.
A lust and desire for more.
Before you, there was no pain.
After you is just the same.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
Science explains life as a series of reactions.
Some are inevitable.
Some are just chance.
Science is supposed to be a explanation,
But somehow,
Impossibly,
Mabye just because I am me,
Science has failed me.
That day in 7th grade was just a fleeting feeling
Or so I thought.
A crush is just that.
A confusing, scattered mix of feelings, that normally,
Science could explain.
Dialated pupals,
Normal.
Fluttering heart?
Normal.
Flushed cheeks?
Still normal.
This is what science explains.
Perfect sense.
But what about what it can't explain.
This little fleeting feeling can
Turn a normally sane person into a aparent lunatic .
Turn a single word into what seems like a thousand buzzing
Coded messages.
Turn a slight stumble into a worldwide tumble.
That quiet little feeling,
That you told to just go away,
Has apparently decided instead
To just keep growing.
To defy rationality
To blurr the line between just a flutter
And the unknown.
Even after a year of starving that feeling,
And you think, its finally gone
With a mixture of
disapointment and relief.
Just to find out that it was hibernating
And ready to make a comeback.
Why
Do these things
That just start as just a little feeling
Defy science
And turn into what could be described as
Resiliant, controlling,
Exiting,
Odd little feelings turned creature
That seem to have minds of their own
And a twisted sense of humor.
Things that some might Call
the begginings of love.
One of the few,
Or perhaps many,
Things that are truly
undefineable.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
Hard is the storm's howl
on the stalk's back,
Yet it stays still forever.
Not thinking, so probably
not Being anything too,
How is it possible for so little
to live this through ?
Cells and acids,
germs and genes,
a natural recepie
which let's blindthings see;
-reproduction under
the changing trees,
-evolution to suit
new needs,
-harder seeds.
Does it live. Does it know ?
Does it feel when it snows
Will it cry stalk tears
ounce a month at least,
when your sister betrays
that inner beast.
Just a simple stream stalk
and yet I wonder how
it does it.
How it holds the cold,
how it eats away the heat
how it accepts to grow old
and never fall down
to it's feet.
No brain
is the answer you'll say:
Nothing get's into it's way.
What a disapointment
I want
want
won't
Mosquitos, reindeers,
beetles,
moss.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Tired
Of hoping
of dreaming and wishing
only to be let down
and filled with disapointment
Tired
Of life
with its struggles
sickness and sadness
and not knowing whats coming next
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
well, your vacancy has yet to be filled.
cruising past your old haunts again
I set myself up for the disapointment.
its the ritual.
the rite of passage.
I know it wont take me where i want to go
and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it.
feeling like a silly fool,
indulging the habbit of a life time.
I know you so well though.
this mirror youre holiding up
reflecting the signs youve moved on.
tell that to our souls.
I still lose mine everynight
I know your looking for yours.
it wont rest with her
and mine wont rest with him
madness beyond man
fighting the perfect right
but you failed me
and not once did I falter
I dont know why i go by your old haunts
but I do.
I guess its a rite of passage.
our soul factor.
the reason
I am never lost to you
and you never lost to me
because its not something you can factor into infinity.
you can pretend
hold that mirror up like i do
we still hear the heartbeats of our song
we still feel the world did us wrong
weve moved on one step further apart
only our souls much closer than our metered hearts.
the mirror has two faces
but only one game of pretend.
we move on yet,
still holding on till the end.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
And my heart strings slowly strum.
Like the sad strings of a broken violin.
She loves me.
I see it deep within her eyes, I am not one she'd soon forget.
And so weeps the soul of a loveless, broken man.
She loves what I have shown her.
Nothing more.
How could I let her in.
My mental walls are steel, my heart has no recesses.
It brings me pain and awful guilt to know her heart is mine.
For hers still beats and mine has long been dead and decomposing.
The stench causes my eyes to water.
This daughter as Beautiful. Unique. Angelic as the stars above.
Could never have my love.
For i have none at all.
I know only the pains of disapointment, the taste of hate within.
I do not wish to poison her.
I would that her heart live.
This pain within is crippling.
Her smile tears my soul.
How could it be that I, so broken, could ever make her whole.
With lips, so numb and frozen, I say to her; I love you.
And how I wish so badly to believe.
But love is a thing I've never known.
And she, it seems, is fluent.
This angel smiles and speaks with grace.
I cannot bear to keep her gaze.
What is this fear in me.
That one day I would lose her.
And so I cannot give.
As all I've loved has gone away; I fear she too, would fade.
This is the root of my numbness.
I see it now, so clear.
It's not that I cannot love her.
It is that I already do.
And I fear that the fact that she loves me back is too good to be true.
I wonder, when she sees my eyes, if she could see my pain within that only she could lift.
My angel.
I am an undeserving man.
And still my life is blessed with her.
She floods my thoughts, pervades my being.
It seems she never needed to break into my walls.
Somehow, she's always been within.
Even before they had been built.
I say I don't believe in love.
This lie is more for me than any.
But here, I do finally admit.
I love her with all my broken pieces.
Every. Little. Bit.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 9:25 PM UTC
people say
everything
is better
when
you're blinded
by smoke
or drowning
in alcohol.
but you cant
see the lies
and i
cant swim
through the
disapointment.
they say it
brings out
the real you.
but i'm not
really me after
the 6th shot
of *****
and you
arent really
happy
after that
2nd blunt.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
I try my hardest
To be close to you again.
To erase the past
Of hate and distance.
But its times like this
That i wonder if
i made the right choise.
imature
rude
disrespectful
Words you scream to me.
Dont you see what they do?
Do you have any idea
The affect you have on me?
You dont see the tears i hide
You dont see the strength
i pretend to have.
Because i know if i cry
You'll just say to stop being a child.
All i can say is
Im sorry
Mama
Im sorry
I didnt turn out
The way you wanted me to
Im sorry
I know
Im never good enough
I know
Im nothing but
Disapointment
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Last child of yours
born 2, 4 years after the greatest humans
you ever created, born with endless potential
you have grand expectations of us (them),
its been sixteen long years
and here I am, the ghost of our, your family
the outcast, the disapointment,
the stain on your family name
but this book has been judged,
judged on the cover of a cage
with no room to stretch my wings and fly,
of a garden overgrown with weeds and no room
for this flower to finally bloom,
you do not see the words
that I have yet to write on these blank pages
I will emerge, like a bear, from the winter of my youth
and I will rise, like a phoenix, from the ashes of your illusions
but for now, now I wait
watching, waiting, listening, and preparing
soon I whisper to myself
soon this snake will strike
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Dark days are coming.
Through thick scars and a veil of disapointment
i see that now
My darkness seems to penetrate the light
Like church bells in a quiet breeze.
I am losing myself on a base that cannot be recovered.
This hell is my obituary.
This is me letting go.
Accepting my fate.
I hunt my challenge
And prepare
To live
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC