"disappoints" poems
it is my unseen lover
it caresses my dreams
and weaves beauteous nightmares
my closest friend, it walks with me
our hands entwined in better days
and cradles me tight against its breast as I falter
though feared by so many,
it is comforting in its consistency,
in its dependability
always there, it never disappoints
close enough to feel its cold breath envelope me,
it feels like home as it moves like fog through the cracks in my soul
And my heart can almost feel whole in its bitter embrace
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 6:46 AM UTC
Lately I've been a little moody
I get triggered by comments made
on a video or a tweet or the supposed
leader of our nation spouting his views
on ****** assault victims....
The real victims....men and boys that
are being accused of a horrible act
Innocent yet treated like they're guilty.
Please, don't get me wrong.
Being falsely accused is terrible.
Any one guilty of it should be held liable.
But, after all of the victims, women and men alike
coming forward to tell their stories, he speaks on
behalf of the accused.....Am I stupid for being angry?
What really disappoints me are the people that get upset
when women react to such insensitive views.
They tweet or comment and I try to have conversations
with these people and end up screaming into a pillow!
I walk away wondering if it's worth my time to make
my point of view understood.
Will I ever change any ones mind?
It's the black lives matter vs all lives matter struggles
all over again!
The argument of should players stand for the anthem!
Why don't people understand that saying black lives matter
doesn't mean ONLY black lives matter, it's a way of saying
Please remember!!! Black lives matter TOO! Stop the hate!!!
People of color are being discriminated against and we are tired.
So finally a man decides to protest by calmly taking knee during the anthem aaaaannnd......here HE comes to manipulate the meaning of it all and makes it about disrespecting the flag and
our troops.
And don't even get me started on gay rights! To be treated like
second class citizens is ludicrous! How fantastically absurd to
be told by your own government that you cannot marry the
person you love! And because life has to be just a little more
unfair the LGBTQ community are at high risk for ******
assault and hate crimes too!
I realize none of this is new....I guess the Kavanaugh hearing
triggered me and I can't seem to get it off my mind. I heard
Dr. Ford's testimony and watched as so many people, including
the man himself, come with more and more ****** excuses
and a half *** investigation and in the end he sits on the supreme court any way.
I'll do my duty....I'll use my voice and vote, but I live in a red
state and I know it's an up hill battle. One that may be lost.
But I've said my piece. If you've read through it all, thank you.
If you agree with me, keep fighting. If you don't, I respect your
opinion, but I'll never understand it.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
Every now and then, there is a person
Brightening the universe everyday
Someone who is always thinking of others
Selfless,
Often sacrificing their own needs for those of others
That person is my mom.
My mom is the sun that spills in
When I have a rainy day
My mom is the one who is there
With a hug and words that make everything okay.
My mom has seen many cracks in her life
Yet she keeps it all together
Mending those cracks with her powerful love
Giving all of herself to her children and grandchildren
And anyone else lucky enough to have her in their lives.
My mom is not an ordinary mom
She is a gift from the stars
From a magical place way beyond this Earth.
Her love envelops me
Making me a better person
A wiser adult.
When I think of love
Her face is the first thing I see
When I feel that warm safe feeling
I think of my mom.
My mom remains the light
At the end of a very long tunnel
As the earth changes and life disappoints
She is the one constant star in my solar system.
2015 Stacey Handler
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Gotta try harder
Have to stop failing.
But it's hard,
You know?
Life allows room for too much mistake.
Mistakes make us stronger
Because we learn from them.
But also,
They can destroy us.
Make us question ourselves,
Our values.
How can we live to perfection?
It isn't possible.
But the thought that we can,
Disappoints us
When we mess up.
I disappoint myself everyday,
So I tell myself
I gotta try harder
Have to stop failing.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
You are my intuition.
You create a feeling I cannot fathom;
Makes perfect sense without connection;
Makes me believe and not care about reality;
Creates expectations that aren't a possibility.
With you, I understand without knowing,
Troubles me when you're down in the dumps,
Lifts my spirit up with a hint of your distinct laughter
And disappoints me like something is there to linger.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.
Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.
I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is
forever.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
Avoiding the reality is a tragedy ...
Hiding from the dreams, ambitions, and the needs ..
Deciding to live in the Dark cave of your disappoints ..
Believing that no one cares about you ..
Alone . Afraid .. Tired ..
Repeating the losses again and again ..
Just playing the sad notes on the life piano ...
Trying to play a happy song ..
But you remember again that you where Judged to stay in
your cave ..
Waiting for the savior ..
The one who will throw you the rope ..
The way out ..
Life giving or a Hanging rope ..
Just you don't know ..
But you will finish the suffering in both ..
You pray to be a life giving one .. cause you want to live
more ..
To see more .. To love more ..
It can be a cloud and it will pass ..
Or it could be blindness .. that will leave you lost all your
life ..
You should be strong .. fight to get your smile back ..
Playing a lovely song on the Piano and let the life sway
with you ..
Dance with the trees in a windy day ..
Run with the water in the rivers ..
Singing a beautiful anthem with the breeze ..
Fly with the Birds freely in the clear sky ..
I hope it work as you wish friend ..
To get what you want ..
And to loose that sadness ..
My advice to you dear .. Let it go ..
And wait ..
God will be there for you ..
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I went to the ice cream shop today.
A dollar in my hand and excited for
my first scoop.
51 Flavors to pick from.
I stood over the counter and handed the Man
my quarter.
He handed me a scoop of vanilla.
"Excuse me." "Don't I get to pick the flavor I want?"
"No," the Man stated. "This is the flavor you want."
Vanilla may not be pretty, but its the flavor that everyone
should be. No surprises and predictable. Wont cause
you any harm. It's dependable.
He pointed to the other flavos and began to describe them.
As to warn me of them like they were a calamity.
Mint Chocolate. Sure it gives you a pleasant feeling in your mouth.
But the feeling fades after some time.
Rocky Road. Yes it promises you greatness and a salvation of flavor.
But then it just disappoints after you see whats inside.
Cookie Dough. It reminds you of your childhood.
But it can make you sick if you eat too much of it.
Coffee. It give you a jolt of energy and focus.
But soon you realize its bitter and soon its just not enough.
I looked at the man as he described other flavors.
Rainbow sherbet threatened the norm of society.
Strawberry was too ******
Chocolate was acceptable just recently.
I asked of him, "Why have these flavors
If we should not partake of them?"
He looked at me with a straight face and stated,
"So you know what to avoid when you come in here again."
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
you call yourself an acosmist
walking around believing nothing exists
filling window sills with forgotten promises
and burnt out joints
spending every minute high and out of your mind
it's a comforting delusion if nothing disappoints
well, I think you've forgotten the hair I cut last summer
the weeks it took to get you out of a slumber
the nights I spent a room away
brooding over ways to have you stay another day
spending early mornings smoking cancer sticks
sorting the magic in my bag of tricks
see, I have yet to forget the pain I felt against your hip
the countless songs sung together in harmony
the way I fit above your voice, like a symphony
how come it's bitter if I'm better and it's lonely when I'm not
a disease that will surely make me forget her
it isn't something I could be taught
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 1:32 AM UTC
We draw hearts to say
I am in love with you
when love disappoints, we say
I am heartsick
when we fall deeply, we say
My heart did a slow somersault
when we know that the heart
is a drum, a pendulum, a clock.
On good days, it is a sundial
but it is always
just a timekeeper, the
tick
tick
tick
of minutes and seasons,
but never
forevers.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
it disappoints me
that my poems
aren't really
"poems"
any more
they were originally
on the edge of not poems
but now
they're not poems at all
and yes
that disappoints me
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
We are born for a purpose but
We lay in silence
Silence that we long to escape from
But until the promised time
We can just hope
For a jail free card.
The authorities decide
And we rejoice
Because hope is about to materialize
We are about to be let out
So we stay aroused.
We pack our bags and belongings
We are leaving Egypt
Into the Promise Land
Where our destiny lies
But where lies exist
We are never certain
But we cling on to hope
Now
Hope disappoints
And decisions are overturned
An authority has cold feet
Seems we are going to stay in Egypt
We plead Mercy, but she's got her mind made up
Now dreams have been shattered.
Anger embraces us
And in our moment of rage
We decide to riot
Disturb our sacs until we are let out!
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
Petty problems intoxicate
Liberate inebriate
All I have are petty problems
And the petty people
Who began them
But let's not point the finger
Let's not draw comparisons
Let's not do these things
That make me realize
How senseless
These issues are
Because without the issues
Without the conflict
Where can the ****** be?
The exposition
That shows nothing
What point does it all have?
Give me a reason
A flow to my story
Even if it is petty
Just let me have it
The reason moves me
More than the pettiness
Disappoints me
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
As March blows in
so does new life
new hope
new chances to fulfill dreams
to make them come true.
March 20th the first day of Spring
also known as the Spring Equinox.
One of the two days in the year
that the sun will rise due East
and set due West.
And with the arrival of this date
the days will become sunnier
and new life will start to bloom.
Although for some of us
we may not see it quite yet
after all we could still
get our fair share of snow.
But, March is the promise
that spring is beginning
that warmer brighter days
are ahead of us.
Watching the seasons
especially spring
is a wonderful reminder
of learning to wait for things
to arrive when they are meant to.
After a long and what seemed
like a very cold winter
feeling the warmth
of the sun on my face
through the window
as I stood admiring
the rise of the outside thermometer
it brought a very warm feeling
to my heart.
Early spring is such a beautiful time
but, many times
the beauty is missed
in the longing
for what hasn’t yet arrived.
Rest assure that beauty is just ahead
because that is the promise of spring
new hopes, new chances to
make dreams come true
and Spring, she never disappoints.
We just sometimes
must be patient enough
to let her show
her beautiful self
when she is ready.
Take time to admire the beauty
of early spring
as she slowly stretches
and yawns herself awake
to dazzle us
with new beauty, hopes
dreams and growth
as March blows in….
~
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC
Gaia slammed the door and threw her phone across the room.
Her lover Humanity has done it again--
and again, and again.
That broken mess of a love with so much baggage,
it makes the raunchiest Olympians look like Astrea.
All night out, and Humanity ruins and disappoints,
once more.
Gaia screams into a pillow of earth in frustration.
Uranus thinks she's melodramatic,
But how can the Sky sympathize with the Earth?
And how in turn can the Earth fall so wholeheartedly,
for a destroyer?
Who once more in turn, tries in vain, but will never
understand the complexity of it's own round habitat-lover.
So Gaia is left confused and hurt, though Humanity swears,
it never meant to hurt her; break her into pieces,
and turn from a collective of voices to Narcissus himself.
She sighs.
Perhaps next week will be different?
The texts between the two so hit or miss and fickle,
Only Fates could read what lies behind the tension.
An Aletia moth flits in and out the window,
and suddenly the butterfly poster on Gaia's wall feels pathetic.
An imitation of her own work.
Perhaps next week will be different?
Perhaps Zeus will vow celibacy,
perhaps the sky will fall into the sea,
and we'll all be mercifully crushed in between.
But what crushes is reality, and as Gaia falls asleep,
the phone lights up.
Humanity: "Drinks again next Thursday?"
The same empty connection repeated ceaselessly.
One generation on to the next until the last.
And of course Pandora's curse,
keeps Gaia suffering through them all.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
this age of existence strikes
an honesty that prevails
it disappoints the generations
perhaps this age has failed
liberal humanism condemns
America's noble stance
a selfish congregation builds
a mosque on hallowed land
for we elected those
who dug us in a hole
in debt, our freedom spent
and now this wretched toll
it's about sensitivity,
we need a peace of mind-
change, our leader must make,
but he's on vacation all the time
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
If I had to choose,
I'd say I'm more a lover
than a fighter
Not that I do not
hate to love at moments
or that others I would
not fight the good fight.
While I don't love
a lot of people.
Days go where I
despise those around me.
I find that one perfect
soul never disappoints.
Darkest days are eroded
by the most simple light
from a being who
without an effort
became my beacon of hope.
When the hurricane
of hurt and suffering
strikes my heart and
breaks spirit.
While the world would spit
and step on every dream
I could muster. This beacon,
this tiny light.
Can repel the darkest
of nights.
This spark of hope.
As wonderful and blessed
as it is. Is also a curse.
For what once is light,
can become the most bitter
and powerful poisons
to the heart.
The strongest saint loses
sanity to his fiercest demons
with the absence of light.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
I know you are better than that.
It angers and frustrates me how;
Childish and ill-disciplined you can be.
A motto in which you follow unknowingly,
"Think before"
"Act later."
Think about us.
Think of how people see you when you are like that.
It disappoints me and has drawn me
To the point of a deepening depression when it comes to mind.
To see your role model disobey and,
Throw everything they have taught you,
Out the window.
We learn by example but have you
Evaluated your actions, especially
The ones' you exhibit to us?
It's your time to make a change.
Your life will fall apart if this continues.
I write this as a wake-up call.
Not only because I love you but
To see you become a better person.
It is your choice.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
Flowers on rooftops. Sold by stalks or bunches or barrels.
Rooftops, where beginning see new light.
Sunsets are given a second chance.
Sun rises sweep you off your feet.
Until you are tumbling towards oblivion.
Falling for someone or no one,
Someone will still catch you,
For no one is truly absent on a rooftop.
Rooftops are shelters.
Covering our small material lives,
That reflect poorly our selves.
No living room can represent a person’s soul.
Our drive, our motivation our passion.
What we believe we are underneath.
Without rooftops snow would drift against our bedsides.
Without rooftops stars would tell the stories of our dreams.
They would burn away the acid that disappoints us.
That keeps us from laughing.
We’d be filled with starlight, snowflakes, flowers.
Flowers are sold on rooftops because,
Perspective is shifted up there.
Ground is still down but farther down.
We are as tall as skyscrapers.
Gravity makes our knees tremble.
Tempting that leap of faith.
Flowers deserve a second perspective –chance.
How many times have you counted the petals on a dandelion?
Or asked a lily if he loves you?
Why send a rose when you have orchids?
Rooftops are surreal.
Ordinary cannot but attained that close to the clouds.
The balance between flight,
And gravity’s relentless pull keeps a mind awake, -alive.
Rooftops are where flowers should be sold.
No cars, cement or money.
No stereotype, or donuts or guns.
Anyone buying flowers
Is looking for a second chance.
Is hoping for magic.
Waiting for lightening to strike him,
In the same place twice.
Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
If I could move past the point of ******** my bull horns
are beaten down by life’s whip. Feeling ready to blow
my brain, an itchy finger on the trigger, searching for
life's plus centre: _a positive man stuck in the middle;_ senses
sharp, but it sounds insensitive to an eager mind; all
of our dreams have been suffocated by the placenta.
I think I can be honest about the work of others, but
speaking that truth loudly — for some— sounds like
we don’t really love each other. Chained only by deeper
ambition; passion weighs heavy when it isn’t complete.
Here’s a writer’s petition: loving poetry— an appeal to
careless ambitions over being Christian.
Pride mirrors itself— words reflecting the world’s
weakness, ugly earnestness to be outstanding; going
out to make something of yourself as an artist surely
disappoints a family. Gain success through your own
struggle, heavy prayers; "I guess we’ll all be wealthy."
It all depends upon: the task of multitasking most
of your dreams— to exactitude; the power of words,
poetic charge, poetic energy. But know this—the
lightbulb to your dreams is what will turn them on.
All those wanting pieces of your spark—
you’ll lose track of where they all came from.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC
To lie to my face?
To break the promises and boundaries
we made for both our sakes?
trust is lost
You say I'm your true love
im worth fighting for
but as soon as I'm out of sight,
your actions show a delight
at taking what you want
cause **** his feelings, right?
Sweet words, with no action to back
I've waited too long
given too much
without receiving what i needed back
I dont regret being with you
for your my first true love
it just disappoints me
what you've chosen to become
I tried to keep our paths tied together as one
but what i've learned
tells me that it cant be done
because love that isnt given freely
will surely become undone
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
My body wildly craves abuse
It begs me to work for pain
So I push myself to the edge
Or sometimes over it
But as I am still young
In a sense, my body can handle it
Or at least I like to think so
So I'll hurt the next day
(From running 8 miles)
Or I'll puke my guts out
(From partying with people)
But anatomy is super cool
Our bodies can gain muscle
Process alcohol
Consume drugs
Experience a variety of things
But we will heal
Repair ourselves
And do it all over again
My body is addicted to attention
As well as probably yours
And his
And hers
We beg inside for pleasure
We work ourselves to find someone
Or something
To make us feel better
(At the top of our game)
A significant other to touch us
Or a sweet sweet to munch on
Or a work out to sweat it out
And we are young
So we want as much as we can
(We can't get enough)
To last us the rest of our lives
And experience is part of it
I want as much experience as possible
Because in all honesty
I don't know what I like till I try it
Pretty much that goes for everyone
(Most of the scary stuff is in your mind)
Get past it
I crave experience
Good or bad
My body thrives on achievements
It begs me to keep up the good work
I push myself because I'm young
Things are easier to do now
Compared to later
I see older people struggle with everything
I want to keep these muscles I have
So I will work them hard now
(I will run and lift weights)
I want to keep my mind open
And I'll experience a bunch of things
(Drugs, drinks and ***
So I will have fun crazy stories to tell when I'm old
Cause that's all old people are good for
Telling good stories
Right?
So I'll continue my journey
Through all the new experiences to come
The only thing I wish
Is that I would've started this journey
A LONG TIME AGO
(I've wasted half my youth)
And that disappoints me deeply
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
.
.
Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Nobody by Mitski
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC