"disapointments" poems - Hello Poetry

Distract me now if only for a few seconds let this chaos keep kicking up the dust continue the scattering and never let it settle. Distract me again just a couple minutes longer let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free. Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning. Be my decoy. I've freed you, but who can free me? now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see. These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole Distracted too long and not even the phoenix song can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity. This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire threatening to burn me with flames to inspire but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire Hoplessly distracted and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended. The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind letting the gloom sink the sunshine. Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended. Distract the demon this time, hold him off as long as you can to escape his hold on me is my only plan feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake. the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make. 07.08.2009 M.Mutch.

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Mar 21, 2012

Mar 21, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC

melissa-mutch

Distracting The Demon

Distract me now if only for a few seconds let this chaos keep kicking up the dust continue the scattering and never let it settle. Distract me again just a couple minutes longer let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free. Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning. Be my decoy. I've freed you, but who can free me? now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see. These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole Distracted too long and not even the phoenix song can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity. This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire threatening to burn me with flames to inspire but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire Hoplessly distracted and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended. The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind letting the gloom sink the sunshine. Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended. Distract the demon this time, hold him off as long as you can to escape his hold on me is my only plan feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake. the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make. 07.08.2009 M.Mutch.

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Its hard I drove through the path of expression And reached the distination Of locked doors I never reached to my impressions I had no solution to all the situations I faced the world of complications And got the situation more complecated At some point I faced too many disapointments Because u never recognised me Yet i craved for your recognition I wish i could forget about you. I wish i could look at you in a different way. I wish i could look at you and feel nothing. But its a pity i cant forget about you. I cant look at you in a different way. And i feel plenty of indefinable feelings everytime i see you and i cant let go. Admision has always been my desire, But rejection always has a loud voice. And using poetic language has always been the best way to express my feelings and impress my beloved ones I chose to render Rather than to Surrender Love happens to be abad thing Since its hard to impress people We wanna share it with

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC

sandile-khumalo

Untitled

Its hard I drove through the path of expression And reached the distination Of locked doors I never reached to my impressions I had no solution to all the situations I faced the world of complications And got the situation more complecated At some point I faced too many disapointments Because u never recognised me Yet i craved for your recognition I wish i could forget about you. I wish i could look at you in a different way. I wish i could look at you and feel nothing. But its a pity i cant forget about you. I cant look at you in a different way. And i feel plenty of indefinable feelings everytime i see you and i cant let go. Admision has always been my desire, But rejection always has a loud voice. And using poetic language has always been the best way to express my feelings and impress my beloved ones I chose to render Rather than to Surrender Love happens to be abad thing Since its hard to impress people We wanna share it with

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Its hard I drove through the path of expression And reached the destination of locked doors I never reached to my impressions I had no solution to all the situations I faced the world of complications And got the situation more complicated At some point I faced many disapointments Because you never recognized me Yet i craved for your recognition I wish i could forget about you. I wish i could look at you in a different way. I wish i could look at you and feel nothing. But its a pity i can't forget about you. I can't look at you in a different way. And i feel plenty of indefinable feeling everytime i look at you Admision has always my desire But rejection always has a loud voice. And using poetic language has always been the best way To express my feelings and impress my beloved ones I choose to render rather than to surrender Love happens to be a bad thing Since its hard impress People we wanna share it with

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Jun 7, 2016

Jun 7, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC

sandile-khumalo

Untitled

Its hard I drove through the path of expression And reached the destination of locked doors I never reached to my impressions I had no solution to all the situations I faced the world of complications And got the situation more complicated At some point I faced many disapointments Because you never recognized me Yet i craved for your recognition I wish i could forget about you. I wish i could look at you in a different way. I wish i could look at you and feel nothing. But its a pity i can't forget about you. I can't look at you in a different way. And i feel plenty of indefinable feeling everytime i look at you Admision has always my desire But rejection always has a loud voice. And using poetic language has always been the best way To express my feelings and impress my beloved ones I choose to render rather than to surrender Love happens to be a bad thing Since its hard impress People we wanna share it with

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What is it I'm not doing right? because lately my life has just been filled with disapointments. Maybe I expect to much from people... Maybe I expect to much from myself. I just can't seem to get anything right,literally everthing in my assignment is wrong. I hardly speak when I am lost. This cannot be me living my best life when I feel like such a loser in the game of life. Maybe I don't try hard enough. I just don't know what it is that I am not doing right. Is it because of the person I was a few years ago: judgemental,selfish,self absorbed and a humble brag. I just can't put my finger on what I'm not doing right.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC

nqobile-victoria

What I'm not doing right

What is it I'm not doing right? because lately my life has just been filled with disapointments. Maybe I expect to much from people... Maybe I expect to much from myself. I just can't seem to get anything right,literally everthing in my assignment is wrong. I hardly speak when I am lost. This cannot be me living my best life when I feel like such a loser in the game of life. Maybe I don't try hard enough. I just don't know what it is that I am not doing right. Is it because of the person I was a few years ago: judgemental,selfish,self absorbed and a humble brag. I just can't put my finger on what I'm not doing right.

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