"disfunctional" poems
"I ****** less", she said grabbing her lacey dress.
Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey.
Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores.
*** addict, she ignores.
No one sees the double life she hides so well.
Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification.
Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed.
Possibly disfunctional programming involved.
She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays.
Love is where her happiness is.
*** is where her gut resides.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I am Kara Jean
A god **** stressful thing
My heart is sweet
My exterior is bitter coating
I like screaming publicly "tell me what to do!"
The universe yells back **** you!"
I try to dry my cheeks before my mascara burns my eyes
Dried,
like my soul from all my mistakes
Getting what you want is a ******* fight
Challenges seem to grasp me tight
So ****** I'm ready for this disfunctional ride
I've been training my whole life
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC
Bound to the body
Stuck to the earth
Crawling across the earth
Feeling so heavy
Deep inside
I feel a memory
Something so much better
A hidden treasure
Turning back within I
search for something hidden
Twist and turn, scoff and spit
Something precious deep inside
Then one day
When lost in greed
Take over by an envy
In the darkest way
I gently push
With new parts
And feel a warm
Flash of loving light
Suddenly I feel
A space inside
A sweet essence
Like a perfume
Floating free
With the lightest flutter
Like the touch of a feather
I feel so delicate
My whole world
Opening up
A bright light shine
Down onto me
And I see Gods sun
Shine right through me
And all now is beautiful
Surrounded by my
True colours
Lightly flying full and free
With spots of
Kindness, gentleness
Soft patches of friendliness
Laced together
With a gracefulness
As I carry a
Peaceful presence
All disfunctional ties inside and out
Discarded and dropped
All should's and should not's
All swallowed by a change
All my negatives
Are now positives
The need for Love
Has now all gone
As deep inside
Slipping down a slide
my esence
I find
Is
made of
LOVE!
As I love and love
Bounce and bounce
From flower to flower
Dance and play
Sharing is
My only intention
For
I find
LOVE
is simply
FREE !
Like a pink waterfall
I can only share
As time passes by
I realize freedom
Is not left of right
Or even
Right or wrong
Freedom is being
Who you truly are
Just letting
All that is real
Really shine
Its your deepest
Purest essence inside
Time for letting
Your
Beauty
UNFOLD
Its looking in the
Mirror knowing
You are beautiful
In every single way
360 degrees all around
And loving
What you see
Is being
Completely free
By being simply
ME
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,
I catch sight of you…
Drifting by your lonesome…
No, drowning…
In an ocean of denial,
Your ocean.
Able to reach depths,
that no one can find.
Something,
Out of something like pity,
I guess I'm kind of indenial too.
Waiting for you to realize that you need me.
I'm hopeless without you.
You're disfunctional without me.
I need you.
You need me.
So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,
It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.
Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.
We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.
Come home.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
society is on the brink
of destruction
it cant properly function
the dead ends come alive and meet at a junction
crash
just like that
we lash
out
but its too late
we've started to seal our fate
it began when we chose to hesitate
pause
consider the cause
weigh out the odds
tick tock
the scale is tipping
the seams of society are gradually ripping
yet we blindinly keep gripping
at what we've been told
its a slippery hold
a disfunctional mold
there is no room for thought
only what we've been taught
so lend me your ear
allow yourself to hear
the subtle warning in the back of your head
before its too late
your individuality dead
allow yourself to know
gather the courage to grow
you can break out
of these shackels
and chains
for life is not all in vain
resist the embedded urge to refrain
restrain
dont give in
find something within
end the past chapter
pick up a pen
and begin
to write your new book
of a language all your own
in your head
you've always known
acknowledge the fact
lifes all an act
tick tock
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Cause I'm in some rough headspace,
But only in the state of confusion,
Saving all of the ******** for later
Then each time getting a bad result,
It's not my fault,
I will forever and always be a prison,
Kissing doesn't help,
She told me what was my mother like,
And I said just a twisted version of me,
Then she asked about my father,
I said i didn't have one but guess that's every
Black boy's dream,
And it's also not easy being 18 years old,
With no job and disfunctional family,
Now you see,
With a swift pen,
I write poetry,
To escape the harsh reality
Of even being on this planet
And people that have special needs,
And what I need is a non purposeful life
To have meaning,
Now let's talk about you cause
It's enough about me.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC
Like the silk and smooth. The joy in your eyes.
Touched by your voice, these moments can never go away.
Badoola madusa I hear her say
Fatbellybella she says it with such ease.
Carefully and gently the touch!
Emotions run wild as she lays Her head down.
Common women they say. Let me show you my ******* *******
I am not afraid or do you want to take it yourself.
I've seen these people.
These women.
These men.
So disfunctional.
Effortlessly you talk the talk.
So sweet.
These women
These men.
So confused!
By the sound of her voice they will change their ways. So calm down they shall see her ways. This strong women she is!
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
With all the empty promises
It all started at home
The backbone of society they said....
Instead of it being strong and providing a safe place for me to land
It gave me a broken disfunctional one.
Children beaten everyday endlessly for even the smallest things.
They insisted that an African child understood from their behind.
Then polygamy came in
Mama so angry at the second woman forgot to love me too
Packing her bags in the name of saving her heart
She left mine to be abused daily by the other woman
School was supposed to be my escape
It only came with too many canes
Teachers who threatened not to give you marks unless you slept with them
Children who bullied you for being poor or not beautiful enough
So many times I wanted to run
But I knew that without an education you are no body
I thought adulthood was going to be my paradise
My government however is filled with corrupt and selfish leaders
Taxes every where every day it's all you practically work for
Jobs are hard to find unless you are connected to some one on the inside by blood, or sleeping with them.
My landlord keeps banging on my door angrily
I've lied to him so much he says
But my job pays 200k , I use 100k on transport, over 50k goes to taxes and I'm left with 50k to do every other thing.
I love the beautiful scenery and weather..... but apart from that.....
My continent is killing me.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
I am who I am so just let me be.
I'm sorry I can't be a perfect child.
I'm sorry my grades arn't perfect.
I'm sorry my room isn't always clean.
I'm sorry my body isn't perfect.
I apologize for not having the same style as you.
I apologize if sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain,
and I say stupid things.
I'm sorry I'm forgetful.
I'm sorry I am such a ***** up.
But you arn't so perfect yourself either
*Go to school for me for a day;
then think again before you give me **** about my grades.
Go an entire week without making a single mess;
I ******* dare you.
Worry about your own body;
let mine be.
If my opinion offends you;
don't ask for it.
My mouth isn't the only disfunctional one;
constant harsh words constantly roll off your tongue.
You forget things as easily as me;
half the time you can never seem to remember anything.
My friends, my teachers, my games.*
So next time you want to go on and put me down,
make sure you are perfect yourself first.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
I became destroyed
Drifted away from the world
Lost in my own disfunctional thoughts
Blind to those around
Things no longer make me happy
I tear myself apart
And hide in the dark
Afraid of anyone else adding on to the pain
That I bring upon my self.
I'm no longer involved
in the making of self destruction
I'm a mastermind
At destroying all happiness.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
You never knew what being with you meant.
Those few weeks of reality,
Having spent my life shomehow out of sync.
I am the invisible girl.
Not quite here, not quite real.
It was like those old fashioned 3-d pictures,
When you put the glasses on the two lines become one.
Being with you felt like my life was real.
Universes aligned, the world sat right within it,
And I was the most 'me' I have ever been.
Even the first day we met,
I was awkward and shy.
But it was truly me awkward and shy,
Not some disjointed, disfunctional, semi-real
version of me.
Now... nothing.
Quiet, dead, nothing.
Nothing.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
In the darkest hour,
Even the brightest star can fall.
Knowing why,
They met their impending doom.
Because they lost, hope.
Wearing, scarred - can't cope.
They gave it all away.
They had a broken heart,
Became another disfunctional part,
Of an inherited malignant machine…
We-got-to look, in-side,
Fight-with all your might,
To make it a better day - for you and me.
For-they-say-all dreams don't come true,
But-all-it-takes-is one to break through,
And change the world.
It's-a-matter of per-cep-tion,
Which-dictates-the planet your from,
And-if-it stays green.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
An unsatisfied disfunctional
Smoking in the rain
Siting all alone in a puddle of his pain.
No umbrella to shield him, just walls to drown him.
Anxiety and fears surrounding his screams in a muffled muse of fright.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
Alone is being surrounded
By a crowd all day every day
And not feeling a god **** thing
Alone is being in a room filled with people
People who consider you close
People who truely care for you
People who you've invested in
In their lives , in their emotions
People who have laid themselves bare
Yet you're so emotionally disfunctional
You're unable to connect on any level
People who you know so well
Yet they know so very little about you
People who think you have it together
Who dont know you're caught in a whirlwind
Of depression and anxiety and above all
A lonelyness that you cant seem to shake
A parasite ******* out all the empathy u have
Until you're just a factory compressed machine
Doing what it's been programmed to do
You realize how defective you are
Not when u feel lonely cause no one is in ur life
But when there are so many who do care
Who do want to listen to your problems
To your anxieties, to your fears
People u know you can trust
Yet you've become so accostomed to this demon
If anyone is your friend, it's that demon
Looming over u every night as u lay numb,
Heart compressing as if about to give out
And just collapse on itself
That's loneliness
And you cant depart with it
Because it's your only friend
You're so conditioned that u cant possibley
Fathom yourself without it
You're trapped
And loneliness is all you have
All you know.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
**** this disfunctional world we live in
Pressing our face in their ********
Choosing lies over life
Crowding every step we take
Breaking ******* promises
Breeding love then hate
Why do they **** us
Do they think were imbeciles
When I put my trust in them
I only live to spit and bleed
Mother Mary please help me
Someone start this world over
Break it up then crush it
Or let me sleep forever
They will only complicate every matter
Trust in them is what they seek
******** is what I see in them
Why does this have to happen
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC