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"frustated" poems
I am not required to love you. Let's get that straight. Neither man nor woman Is obligated to profess And show their undying love for you, Just as the sun doesn't revolve around the world, The world doesn't revolve around you. A series of acts showing your "kindness" Is not a contract for a relationship. The very fact that you have to shout How you are a "nice guy" Shows how you aren't; Kindness doesn't need reassurance. To be frank, This whole delusion Is getting a bit out of hand (see: the ****** Killer", a guy so sexually frustated He killed people for not giving him the right to get laid). Maybe, hear me out here guys, it's not because girls only look for "bad guys". Maybe we look for soulmates, Not Good Samaritans with hidden agendas. This may come off as a shock for some of you, But all-around goodness isn't equal to treating girls nicely Only because you might have a chance. So if your mating dance Consists of acting like you're an angel And simultaneously complaining About the blindness And insolence of women, It's high time you should stop. Put down the fedora while you're at it. It's become a symbol for gentlemen for you, But now it's a warning sign for us: "Beware the self-entitling guy!" Honestly, we cringe every single time. And darling, Nice guys always finish last because they whine Instead of running.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Re: The Friendzone and Nice Guys
A chain of controversial versions of myself in a war; It throws me back into this moment I use to call "I don't know what I'm doing" One like me searches the perfect golden *** that is always around the corner. What a big fancy house! Next minute it turns into dust It makes me weaker every frustated trial, but you see... it's a circle Suddenly I'm back surrounding the prize. God! excitement Fantasy, shame on it! I know what really makes you who you are, who you think you are. It says to me. You need to set your darkness free, it will eat you up Should I let the beast out? Why do I keep locking it in if its only intent is cutting pieces of me, giving them to the hungry outsiders? The answers are here, but I can't find them I bet it'is because of your moral rules, my submission to your covered decent laws Fantasy, shame on it! Little monster go sponging another host.
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Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Stop feeding it
I watch a small lump of fat fall to the lawn, surrounded by birds. A plucky starling takes it to a quiet spot. Grandad grew frustated with ploitics at work. He turned his back, took his pension, started working for himself. Greedy persistent pigeons press stealing starlings' earnings, pecking, flapping, asset stripping. The old man worked night and day to build business. But the predators swooped, their beaks and claws tearing at his skin. They broke his heart. Today we bury him.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Watching the Day
so i get the one taken from like that now i have no choice So what fine **** that i just walk alone **** it You see its bad enough that my life ***** as it is but why force somebody change everything for their own personal gain I wont leave you damn it you wanna take me put me in a casket and dead thats the only way i will leave
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
why am i so frustated
That screen that i stare at for hours is my love that provides affection that i desperately need Im connected to a virtual reality that stimulates my dophamine giving me the will to want to breathe That screen i stare at provides false hope that i can truly be myself without being ridiculed I see others just like me halfway across the world being happy to be true to themselves but boy was i fooled That phone i am always on is a necessity for the survival of my sanity Its my drug that i take to disalude myself from people and my pitiful reality Under the black coat is a rainbow tshirt marked pride but i am a prisoner to this phone and this flawed society I wear a mask to hide my insecurity by avoiding people who will eventually reject me Ive been told to just because youre not straight doesnt mean you should not love makeup Im constantly told to be the person society wants to see and the bullshitting comments screws me up Im frustated about constantly being pressured to be someone im not so my phone saves the day It takes me to another planet away from everything that makes me miserable and to where im free to be my version of gay Ive been told to act like everyone else and stop chasing girls that i naturally have affection for Im a hyperactive 20year old that is sensitive to the darts that pierce my very core Im an androgonous resilient romantic adult that longs for love and affection My phone again becomes my coping mechanism to suppress all the insecurity about my identity and societal expectations I call this phone my lifesaver my love and buddy when i have nobody I am a loner that is tired of feeling overburdened by how i am perceived by to everybody This phone rescues me from my own self and takes me to another dimension I am happy free and unapoogetically myself in my imagination
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
My phone
That screen that i stare at for hours is my love that provides affection that i desperately need Im connected to a virtual reality that stimulates my dophamine giving me the will to want to breathe That screen i stare at provides false hope that i can truly be myself without being ridiculed I see others just like me halfway across the world being happy to be true to themselves but boy was i fooled That phone i am always on is a necessity for the survival of my sanity Its my drug that i take to disalude myself from people and my pitiful reality Under the black coat is a rainbow tshirt marked pride but i am a prisoner to this phone and this flawed society I wear a mask to hide my insecurity by avoiding people who will eventually reject me Ive been told to just because youre not straight doesnt mean you should not love makeup Im constantly told to be the person society wants to see and the bullshitting comments screws me up Im frustated about constantly being pressured to be someone im not so my phone saves the day It takes me to another planet away from everything that makes me miserable and to where im free to be my version of gay Ive been told to act like everyone else and stop chasing girls that i naturally have affection for Im a hyperactive 20year old that is sensitive to the darts that pierce my very core Im an androgonous resilient romantic adult that longs for love and affection My phone again becomes my coping mechanism to suppress all the insecurity about my identity and societal expectations I call this phone my lifesaver my love and buddy when i have nobody I am a loner that is tired of feeling overburdened by how i am perceived by to everybody This phone rescues me from my own self and takes me to another dimension I am happy free and unapoogetically myself in my imagination
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