"fretter" poems
Let me borrow your ear
I need to clear
This up for a minute
By far
Everybody is scarred
But no one wants to hear it
They wanna believe
A spirit can be wise
And pure
Unweathered
When in actuality
You and me
Barely keep it together
I’m a fretter
I’m anxious
Brimmed cup of anxiety
And it took a lot of patience
And mistake
To create me
And I come in different shapes
And colors
A variety
To the point I have to wonder
If I compose society?
Do you feel it
The heartbreak
Due to the overwhelming pressure
A feather
Dancing on an flame
Trying to pull it together
I better be better
Cause a better better is coming
Across my way
And I am less than adequate
A bruised peach
They will not taste
A waste
A want
As we all lay ever starvin’
I’m pulling punches
‘Cause of time crunches
I’m reminiscent of Marvin
In the way
That each day
I wonder exactly what is going on
And something something else
I’m too stressed to remember the song
Dear lover
Dear dreamer
Dear whoever you are
Love beyond the frayed bonds
And see all of us
Scarred
I hope you love with love to spare
And that you spare some for me
Stop looking to be perfect
Because you’ll be very
Very
Very
Lonely
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
Why do we wait 365 days
To change ourselves for the better?
We live our life in grey
Waiting around, always being a fretter
We stand still like statues
Afraid of what lies ahead
We want to start anew
But live a life full of dread
The road will be rough and long
But a new start is surely in sight
All alone, I can be strong
The journey will be worth the fight
Let’s go on an adventure
Me and you
We’ll find a moment to treasure
And paint the sky blue
We’ll reach for the stars
And sail far across the sea
We’ll dream of a place afar
and live happily, you and me.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
After boarding a train, I always fret
if it's the one I'm supposed to get,
And at home at night, I frequently fear
the presence of a burglar near,
And when at work, I sometimes pale
at thoughts my efforts just might fail,
And when treating friends to lunch, I cannot hide
concerns that my credit card might be denied.
But the greatest fear I ever face
is the one that makes my pulse rate race -
It's the one that will not cease or desist
and that's what will be left for me to worry
about when i've run out of things to worry
about on my increasingly lengthy worry
list...
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Heart palpating
Mind is racing
Mouth is dry
With silent cry.
So I went to him, all nerves,
All jitters and all swerves,
Smiled awkward, feeling helpless,
Breathless 'n defenceless.
"Take a tablet," he said,
"You lack chemicals in your head,
Not your fault at all,
That's the way you were born."
So I took the pill
Went for the ****
Now my mind is dead
No happiness. No dread.
So which is better?
To live and fretter,
Be woebegone
Or an automaton?
To be or not to be
A feeling existentiality,
To be a soul with a goal,
But nerves out o' control ...
Or not to be myself,
But as a book on a shelf,
No feeling nor living
With constant misgiving?
To feel, to think,
Are God's gift to humanity,
I'd rather be a madman
Than a vegetable with sanity.
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:52 AM UTC
Dear a miss who longs for a boy
Longing for my heart and not to make my ***** a toy
I suggest our minds have to be in sync
Like you'd blink as I wink and we'd clear our kinks...
So I watch you in your daily habits, longing to look better
The truth is at the turn of the age I became a fretter
If you can climb the cosmic ladder then you can find me
So a wish I send
Bathe in melting pearls
Let my love twirl your hair like ******** curls
And you grow to love your body more
Eat well and clear the baggage in your surroundings
So a portrait or two will do so you don't feel alone
I work far away from the world so past Peace avenue I am home
That's where I'll be looking at that tree and know I am free
But I am alone so maybe a worthy lover is comforting thee
Unless you've found the green field in which case you'll know that making love is not making love unless it's with me
So be an angel then loving yourself so a reciprocal counterpoint can magnetise with you, and in that Beautiful World maybe that's where we'll meet.
Your joy is a marvel, not the fraud superhero characters but the warrior princesses who gladiate that the world does not hear about, to gain my credit has been a bout so there's a lot of nonsense I can live without, talk soon, trust and don't doubt
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC