"downfalls" poems
depression is such a pain
throwing curve ***** of
downfalls in the membrane
my written words has pulled me
from the pits of the brains pollution
and this I know to be a true fact indeed
"Writing" is the best cleaning solution
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
Spasming in life’s web,
Clustering under eight legged dreads,
Watching some rise from its smother,
But only for short pathetic seconds.
I watch many downfalls,
Idle in wait for my own,
Seizuring with a horrible burden,
Fortune telling with no end fortune.
All mere blinded mirrors laying in wait,
Distorting the spidery figure differently,
Mine reflects its harsh fangs and nature,
Others reflects admiration towards the creator.
The web a complex beauty,
But I can’t claim cruelty home,
The ripples of intertwined death,
Some by father...foe...or friend.
The inhumane humanity,
Puppets and the almighty player,
Cloud me from things called prayer,
For that hope must be alive and well.
I’m just waiting for my bones to decay,
Peace in nothingness or so you claim flames,
Free from the *******
And all that it stands for.
I’m an unholy ghost.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
Image is everything, spin and white lies are addictive, destined to become ugly truths in a malevolent world, it's all about increasing your number, and binding to the best people available; you'll enter their clique in order to further enhance your image and validate your own false reality; once your host is unable to enhance your façade, they will be discarded; and you will move on to the best people available to you; in order to further enhance your image and validate your false reality.
This cycle is destined to go on and on and on throughout your entire life-cycle.
Friends and family will become worthless in time, becoming just one of social climbings many downfalls.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Old fashioned girls with indifference in their eyes.
a will to be different.
a desire to be unique, but an emptiness fit for the farthest reaches of space.
a pathetic excuse for an individual are you.
the exact copy to that of a ghost of nothing... vain fantasy, as inconstant as the sea.
but dependable are your downfalls, everyone see's your issues.
if you were smart, you'd take it off.
you'd shed your skin and be yourself.
deny the paint on your face and the fact that we can all see it, we know you think you're above it.
you may think what you say doesn't reach my ears, but your ridiculous calls and impunitive voice are what I hear above all else.
it'll escape your mind, and I'm the one who will remind you of what it once was.
I'll get in your head, you're thinner than you think, your being is nothing, and your demise I will be.
your downfall is on a platter dear, take heed and be smart or behind your back is where you'll find the MOST disappointment of your life.
wish all you want, wishes are nothing.
especially to the undeserving.
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
There is a certain sadness
found deep within happiness.
Although happiness is the best to be,
there are a few downfalls to it once it's been discovered.
To be truly happy,
you have to feel the pain of sadness first.
You eventually get use to this feeling,
you develop an attachment to it.
Once you discover happiness,
the attachment is not easily broken.
It's not impossible to break,
but it is quite difficult.
First you might struggle with your daily routine.
You have to learn how to wake up smiling,
thinking of the day as a new day
instead of just another day to fight through.
Then those songs you've always related to,
become so pointless and you can't relate.
There lyrics are now just words.
They are now just remnants of your past.
After awhile,
you begin to change into someone new.
But don't let this destroy your positive state of mind.
Change isn't always so bad.
That attachment will eventually fade into oblivion.
The happiness you feel will fill it's spot more generously.
It will remind you that even when we become attached to negativity,
there's always a positive alternative waiting to be discovered.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
.
Cloak of invisibility...
*Render me unseen.
As I tremble with the fury of
a thousand downfalls
and untimely disappointments.
Let the complacent eye
merely skim the surface of my masquerade...
Without learning of what seethes underneath.*
Cloak of invincibility...
*Render me impervious...
To the callous digits that know only to point.
To the disastrous effect of heated words.
To the unforgiving nature of
my wayward thoughts and emotions.
Grant me strength and resilience
through hardened skin that promises not,
of betrayal.*
Cloak of infallibility...
*Render me trustworthy and honest.
So that I can rest with the knowledge
that what I feel is true...
What I feel is me.
That this isn't the result of the faint murmur
of errant gossip...
But instead the genuine exchanges
between the heart and mind.*
Cloak of myth...
*Render me a believer.
Aid me in finding my footing
in the blasted dark.
For...
I have been siphoned dry,
during these unsure times
that have drawn much...
Too much.*
.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
it's sad to think
that at one point
i thought i was
madly in love with you.
and it's so strange because
i was so convinced that
everything would be alright
despite the downfalls we had
and how i would stay up at night
wishing i was there with you.
and sadly when i finally got
to know how your lips taste
they were bittersweet
because there was doubt
in the way that you kissed me
and no matter how convinced
you were that those kisses were true
we both knew
that deep down inside
you weren't sure how to feel about it.
our path was a loose gravel bridge
that fell apart with every step that we took
and no matter how hard we tried
to fix it along the way
things seemed to get worse.
but we kept at it
because one just doesn't give up
on something that could be so perfect.
i thought you were perfect
but when your colors truly showed
it wasn't the hue i thought
i knew.
no,
our colors didn't go together
the way we once though they did.
and it's a shame i invested so much time
into someone who in the end
couldn't live up to their promises.
dead ends
with dead feelings
and an aching head
wasn't what i bargained for.
so now when i stay up at night,
i don't wish about holding your hand
or kissing you.
i stay up because
im upset that i wasted so much time on you.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Life is easy to obtain
Life is easy to lose
Whether young
Whether old
Cherish every day
As if it's your very last
Cherish every moment
Breathe in that oxygen
Love the ones who need it
Care about the ones who love you
Do everything you can
To make your life good
To make your life worth it all
The sadness, the tears
The happiness, the smiles
The downfalls, the highs
If you live your life right
You'll only need to live it once
And grow old together with
The ones who saw you as a kid
The ones who saw you become the adult
That they had loved and cared about
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
Today in class, I saw you writing a spreadsheet
Numbering girls looks from 1 to 10
You gave me a 7, told me that was alright
But I don't want you to define my beauty with a number
To the government, I'm just a digit
To charities, I'm a statistic
To businesses, I'm only the amount I own
I want to go back to the days when you wrote poems about me
You caressed my flaws and kissed my imperfections
The day you told me I was gorgeous, I looked myself in the mirror
"I'm actually pretty" "I'm like all those other girls" I told myself
But what's changed since then?
When you fell out of love with me, did my importance sink too?
With a clear view, do my downfalls and my embarassing body diguist you?
You were too insensitive to show the slightest bit of affection
So you labelled me, gave me an average and put me in a category
To you, I just want to be human
To be beautiful
To be loved
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
Who could ever love an Eliza?
Awkwardly a little too tall,
Possessing a dorky laugh,
Silly mannerisms,
And,
Above all,
A dream of love.
An Eliza writes poetry,
Crying to God for answers to life's questions,
Asking for God to provide some form of companionship.
An Eliza,
Is impatient,
Her largest downfalls,
Impatience,
Caring too much.
An Eliza is an Eliza,
But,
Is that a good thing?
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:38 AM UTC
To My Haters
People look at me and laugh,
They walk around like clowns wishing they
Had what it takes to walk my way ,
What a shame to still someone else name ,
They go around and say bad things and
Get others to believe something that isn't true
About me how crazy but I will never let you
Bring me down don't you see you could never
Be me God made me the way I look and that
Will never change my DNA ,
They make fun of my every move,
But then I must say look in the mirror and what
Do you see is darkness in your life ,
Not to pretty is it ?
What I want to know is what is it about me that people hate,
Could it be the fact that I have nothing to prove,
People are just ignorant for no apparent reason,
I love me that is just the way it is ,
They talk about me every season for whatever reason ,
If they see a hot man look my way thing can get nasty
That will tell him bad things about me for him to look
Some were else as long as it was not at me ,
What for, I don't know, this war has been going on to long ,
I don't really care, and my attitude shows it,
People are going to talk if I like it are not ,
But, that's okay because I know how to walk,
And how to be myself ,
They are wasting their time talking about me,
I'm using my time to walk away so free in summers breeze
On easy with my happiness I am me ,
I don't have time to play little childish games,
My life is so real I don't need to play the loser games ,
At least I can I say I'm happy in my skin God gave me ,
But I want to say thank you for taking your time out for me
Because it means I'm doing something right I'm always on
Your hateful minds ,
I feel life is going just fine :)
I really don't like to fight I love me you must see :)
People are only looking at me because they wish they was me ,
They spend hours looking on the outside of me,
Wow they would hate me, even more if they see my big heart
Of what makes me ,
The part of me they should talk about is what's in the inside ,
How God loves me and gives me peace even in the life I live
Of hat and shame of child play ,
They also look at the downfalls of themselves ,
I know that must really hurt but don't give me your dirt ,
Sometimes, I just have to tell them,
There's no shame in my game ,
I have a lot of love for myself and I don't want to take time out
To put your nasty ways in my heart ,
So, people can take their opinions about me and stack them on a shelf,
And take the book down and write down what you have learn ,
For those who look at me and make fun of me,
I know I'm all in the game of being me ,
I just have to ask you something,
Are you really looking at me are your nasty self ,
For those who are laughing at me,
I bet you cry in your sleep
wishing you was never that mean ,
I want to tell ask you something,
Is it really me you're laughing at,
This is a poem for my 'Haters'
to think about not me but at themselves
Love to all my haters. :)
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 1:14 AM UTC
As school comes to an end, I decide to
spend the summertime with my instrument.
I read music theory for two hours,
but my hands yearn for the touch of six strings.
Fingers position themselves to stroke bliss.
But my phone’s troubled with recurring rings.
**** it was mom telling me I have class!
I raced for my backpack, and I told her:
I will not slack. Papers grew so lonely
without their folder to cuddle them close.
I couldn’t care to organize them cause
usually, I’d lay in my seat repose.
Ionic bonds? What do they even mean?
And what the heck is “double replacement”?
Okay, I should start paying attention.
I grasp the pen. I notice the tension.
As soon as I write, my hands start to shake.
I start over. Now hands begin to ache.
What in the world is happening to me?
Two words: I scream. Head jerks, and my legs shake.
It has to be a dream. It has to be!
Don’t want to move, but I have to take notes.
Why are random words bursting out my throat?
I’ma be real. I need my mommy!
Class is over. I exclaim to mother:
my fingers refuse to stop tremoring.
And I’m getting these tics. What set it off?
First thing I do is reach for my guitar.
I can’t hold it. I can’t ******* grab it.
Eyes of terror stay written on my face.
The next day I was in a wheelchair.
I cannot look straight- straight up to the sky
or look in front and into people’s eyes.
My right-hand curves to the left. A tendon
sinks into my flesh, and my left fingers
cramp up from being intertwined like vines.
They are stiff. Hideous. These are not mine.
But it does get much better with some time.
I can walk again, talk again, and write.
But all good things come with downfalls, don’t they?
My brain disease will come at me with might.
And I refuse to give up on this fight.
There will be a time when I reach stage five.
And I know it won’t be a pretty sight.
I’m ready for what will happen to me.
Dearest guitar, please know you’re my heaven.
Why bother to fret? Cause’ when the time comes
I’ll see you again in a few seconds.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 4:46 PM UTC
Is it these petty imperfections that make us whole?
See forth the future, at which the past is unrecognized.
Steer clear of troubles and regrets and know you can only be humanistic.
A withered heart deals great with a deserving smile.
Take pride in yourself my friends for we have come too far not to.
Do not fill voids with downfalls and accusations, we were made whole for some reason worth searching for.
Now go find it.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Boys, Boys, Boys,
Likable, lovable,or lonely,
Some are completely despicable,
You got those hard ***** who are too strong for love, or who will just lead ya on, making you think thoughts you shouldn't about them and
Making you want them more then you should,
Or you got those babies, the ones who refuse to actually grow some *****
The ones who ask you to forgive them of their weaknesses,
Their shortcomings and their downfalls,
Like seriously?
I'm a girl, not a leaning post who you can depend upon,
Ok, maybe if I knew you more,
But still like, really?
The ones who refuse to make a move, like even afraid to touch you,
What? Do I have cooties or something,
Hold my hand, or hold me,
Come on!
Then you got those ones who don't even know how to communicate,
Or say something worth hearing,
Please I've heard it all,
How cute and adorable I am,
The Goddess, a queen, labeling me to be one who I'm not,
I'm a human being, one of you!
Last time I checked I was a mortal, not some model of perfection,
But to be put on such a pedestal is simply too much.
So come on guys, get a grip and learn how to stand up for yourselves,
Don't pretend I'm something more then I'm not,
It aint going to work,
I want you as a friend, then a lover, but the crushes are constantly crushing my hopes and dreams of finding that one prince charming
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
The idolization of an individual
Is a form of dehumanization
It places an insurmountable pressure
To live up to an expectation
And disregards the downfalls and limitations
That make us all human
So anything but perfection is not permitted
The static perception of an individual
In itself
Is a form of dehumanization
As time moves along and changes
So do humans
We evolve and grow
But to place the identity
Of who someone was
Ten years ago
One year ago
Six months ago
Onto the current version of who you see
Is a form of dehumanization
To not acknowledge the change
And to stay static in your perception
Is a disservice
Not only to the other
But to yourself as well
Because your perception of others
Is a mirror for one’s inner judgement
Of the self
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
A Strong Woman,
Repairs a broken home.
Blessed with the kingdom keys
Opens a door to follow the path of your dreams.
A Strong Woman,
Is molded by her struggles
Salvation keeps you walking, towards the King's light
A Strong Woman,
Embraces her inner beauty
Love thy self & the insecurities;
A Strong Woman,
Gives essence to the world around her,
There she shows respect & power.
A Strong Woman,
Finds courage,
Motivated by her downfalls
Picking up her crown.
A Strong Woman,
Is passionate,
Steadily driven by what she loves
Letting nothing stop her.
A Strong Woman,
Births a new soul;
Her sweet lullaby heals
The unwanted cries..
A Strong Woman,
Touches a meaningful purpose to life
Walking towards, the Kingdom's light.
©MH
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
The sedum has begun to blush.
Something in change of seasons
That intensifies my craving
for strong male energy.
A Gravitational pull
Towards Infamous downfalls.
Until the day that all the Jessica stories have been told
I will continue living this way
Dancing in the rain
Stomping over the invisible lines
Drawn to keep me contained
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC
Lips sealed, forced quite
One rivet, two rivet
There we go, three otta do it
Last step here is to blow both eardrums with a dangerous harmonic
Ah, there we go, perfect
But I forget
This negativity comes from a resident
One living rent free from infancy in my attic
And amidst my constant panic
I barricaded the wrong side of the door by accident
Now help can't get in to stop the punishment
AND
I'm trapped inside my head with a lunatic
Obviously this is problematic
Hear no evil, see no evil but the mind is never silent
A silver tongue tyrant, my downfalls conduit
I know it knows I'm on to it
But a relic like toxic thoughts doesn't give a shiit
I've proven I can't go toe to toe with it
My wins are really just me escaping THE moment
It can return to being a problem at ANY moment
It never fights fair, super over dramatic
Big signs posted, "Bipolar, Beware", looking post apocalyptic
Wait, how many are against me in here? I thought "me Vs the world" was more just symbolic
Ritualistic hunter and the hunted, predator and prey, animalistic
Unapologetic
No one ever sees the bouts, to barbaric to air it
Try to grin and bare it but it's apparent
I can no longer dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge the bombastic rhetoric
And I've literally just locked myself in with the traumatic and away from the public
I don't feel safe in here with myself and don't know what to do about it...
©2024
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
The poison of my expectations
immunized my body systems
creeping in the veins a shot
of disappointments, frustrations
I cannot keep setting myself up this way
Antidotes are not the cure. Nothing can remedy
the syrup of downfalls encroaching my liver
the gates are closed.
You can’t hurt me anymore.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Spotlight is on me.. yet again
I am the main attraction; the one they all came to see
The one they laugh at. The one they joke about
As long as I've remembered, I've always been the "ugly" one, the "awkward" one
A freak
and I'm starting to believe these controversial jokes
I am a clown
and they all seem to laugh at my downfalls
but
Whoever said I wanted to be in this circus?
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
I wish to go home were I'm protected from life's downfalls.
To journey across the seven seas
While I'm in sadness counting all my flaws.
The weight of the planet's heartache and harm is bleeding.
Angels smile down as the demons look up, while plotting and feeding.
Dreaming every night of this place.
One could only pray of such a heavenly space.
We must work for it, put all this turmoil aside.
Lift our chests up and remember we have pride.
No matter what time it is, I'm willing to fight against the fire.
Vampires exist mind you they prey on our souls, this hour is dyer.
Lets build a new empire.
One that represents the human kind.
Lets all be kind
To one another, without jealousy or lies.
Shady plans as they whisper behind your back.
The love they show on the outside means jack.
Allow me to return to the vision seen.
A wonderful ground surrounded by nature and a useful team.
Imagine if every person just experienced the spark.
Point the bright torch at the furthest wall, its a bit too dark.
I see it in the distance.
Look at the state of the world.
Turn their money into power for our resistance.
pledge your allegiance to the mighty fight.
So we can all one day reach the land of the light.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
A life with no safety net
Do I make it or will this be yet another instance where I don't hit the ground running, instead I splat flat on the pavement
Place your bet, I'll take that bet
Another tally mark added to my list of regret
I'm my own biggest threat and relentless as it can get
I feel preset to replay every horrible event
A looped cassette
Bad precedent after bad precedent set
Where is this button labeled reset?
When will I find the bottom of this decent?
If you tell me I'll try to keep the secret
I forget now if I've ever even seen it
I know I never see it coming, but there's no question I've felt it
Going dark and cold like a long forgotten briquette
Stagnant and never lit
Like a burning cigarette this hell is a slow burn with evil intent
I'm spent like a tax return, sanity gone before I even got to know it
Out of my mind cause I could no longer afford the rent
My twisted twist on Russian roulette is the full chamber aspect
So you can surely predict past it
My downfalls bound to hit a record high percent
The first click shoulda/woulda/coulda ended it all in an instant
With steel to flesh, I find myself desperate to create an outlet
To finally get the torment to ease up a bit
But it jams every time and I must admit
Dumb luck and the law of odds get the credit
©2024
Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
Don't quite understand why people keep crying,
Cribbing about things, cursing their fate all the time.
As if tortured by life, sulking and sighing,
Not realizing that everything would eventually be fine!
Being dejected by the minor downfalls in life,
Depressed as the moments unfold unexpected.
Forgetting that they are the gist of being alive,
Without which the upheavals wouldn't be augmented!
Lamenting on their past, not focusing on the present,
Too busy regretting, mourning and grieving,
Observing and noticing only the unpleasant,
Failing to grasp the true essence of living!
So just break all barriers and breathe free,
Remember, there was a reason you were born!
No matter how difficult, just let it be,
Coz the only truth is- life goes on!
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
come to me,
my beloveds
with long nails
and squinting eyes,
spare neither
claw or hook,
delve and devolve,
critique and solve
the words of this prophet
scribbled on plastic
bus seats
give me
my due,
my comeuppance,
my downfalls
will me
to be better
or worse
if that be betterment
so eagerly
will embrace,
grasp, insert
your benailing fingers,
soften, grasp,
repoint thy claws
taking thy earnest joy
at pain inflicted
as my own
as long as you dare
just say something!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bus poem
in honor of my invitation
my digital birthing
April 8th, 2015
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC