"frustrate" poems
by Arcassin Burnham
I promise to take care of you,
I promise to have a clean plate,
I promise to never forget you,
I promise I will never hate,
And even when your set to frustrate,
You must always never ralate,
To others that hate,
I promise I'm gonna make you smile,
I promise I'm gonna make it right,
I promise to stay for a while,
I promise I'll get a glimpse in sight,
Of the past and how it was,
Everything will be alright,
A promise is a promise,
Thats not always kept,
Lied to your founding Fathers,
When you tried to establish you wealth,
I said,
A promise is a promise,
Thats not always kept,
Lied to your founding Fathers,
When you tried to establish you wealth.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
I pulled down vicious KKK flyers,
listened to members amplify hate.
Their harmful words only frustrate,
hoping to cease their cruel desires.
Harassment at work occurred
hablas ingles? a lady replied.
I let the racist remark subside,
when I realized I was not heard.
Being bullied at school would soon follow.
A boy shout the Spanish slur at me,
write vile notes for all to see.
Slashed my tires with archery arrows.
I never thought that they would presume,
I was an illegal immigrant.
Their logic absent,
only based on looks they assume.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
You were barely dressed.
Why?
Your clothes between us
gave me symptoms of
withdrawal from the
softness of your skin.
You applied lip gloss.
Why?
To leave an imprint
where you pressed your lips,
smudging all over
my love’s arousal.
You slipped on your heels.
Why?
To make it harder,
to frustrate desire
to caress your feet
with legs around me.
You were beautiful.
Why?
I needed nothing
that you were wearing
to know I wanted
complete nakedness.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
I once saw my Brother in a Mirror
Begged half-score on a Verse; Now it came True
And so it did with my Attitude falter
Neglected the Duty I had for you
This I wanted Gold. God was indeed Frustrate
For the Trailing Ignorance I commit
My "I" the Traitour; In me such self-hate
For Pop's Face-Memos I saw in Good Bid
I was wrong. If the Clock-Father can reverse
And mend my Riches to renourish you
The Ethyl on your Hair; The Lamp on your Nurse
And all Bumps mended on your Friendship true.
You are the Technocrat sworn to a Vow
That you Love me Un-Conditioned somehow.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 6:58 AM UTC
the amount of melanin in my skin often seems to conjure up some controversy so when I sit down to write and I see my hands, my light skinned not quite black but surely not white hands I think about the privileges thrusted upon me and when I begin to write I feel my hair against my back, my curly ***** but not quite ***** hair I wonder how what's on my head could make what's in it so frazzled
I often frustrate myself because I feel like my writing often centers around the fact that I am a woman and I am colored
and the fact that when I say I'm colored some look lost
in fact, in the film, for colored girls
Thandie Newton's character says "being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet."
and I found it frightening how relatable that was to me, being that I'm not quite almost a woman and not quite almost colored
but when I look at my poems they reflect that I indeed am
even though I'm lightskinned and I'm 16 and according to my white friends I'm, just like them because, as I've discovered our definitions of what a black girl sounds like and acts like and is like are extremely different
and I guess that reflects on who we've been introduced to
I have cousins and aunts and grandmothers and sisters
who represent what I believe emulate what a black woman is
and these white kids see what the media feeds about how black women walk and talk and act and lack
see when I picture a black woman I see beautiful smooth chocolate skin full lips round ******* wide hips and a smile as brilliant as her mind
when these kids picture a black woman they see ***** hair dark undesirable skin soup cooler lips and a mind filled with ignorance
and this is where my struggle begins
But in every ethnic group there is good and bad
and I am sick of black women only being associated with the bad
the fact that when most non blacks think of what a black woman is, they imagine an unintelligible mindless sassy loud mouth is over whelming to me
if you're skin isn't light enough or your behind isn't big enough you're only "pretty for a black girl"
I not only want to raise but destroy all expectations society gives black women
but I cannot do this alone
because we are smart and we are beautiful
we are troubled and we are strong
and we are one
once we stop tearing eachother down we can all be one
and I'm not sure why god blessed black women with so much beauty or why I'm so blessed to be one or why he put this determination in me but I think I will recognize it the day the world recognizes how beautiful are we.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
A coffee shop afternoon can say it looms significant
In the steamer’s sweet humidity
And the idle legs pace for more
I hear the whispers of world-changers and gossip mix
Local color of a quiet little town.
Sit humble and lean, a fixture ‘till showtime
And ask lines around just we’ve they’ve been
And who they’ve seen.
There’s a poetry in the patron, come
My gaze permits and intervenes
Its narrative and scheme, in lover’s hand enweaved.
Graphite plays its frustrate part the writer
Seated far, far in a blissful nadir
Bristles in his pony tail like drawers end to no avail.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
I miss the way you used to talk to me.
I miss you used to respect me,
and my opinion.
I miss feeling like we were inseparable.
I miss you and I,
I miss me.
You used to look at me,
and I wouldn't see any anger or resentment.
I used to not just seem to frustrate you.
I feel really alone right now.
I just want you to see me how you used to
So then maybe I wouldnt be such a stranger to myself.
It is really hard, being broken, damaged goods.
Ruining everything in your path.
I am sorry I am such a burden now.
I am sorry I am such a disappointment.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Take heed of loving me;
At least remember I forbade it thee;
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste
Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears,
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;
But so great joy our life at once outwears;
Then, lest thy love by my death frustrate be,
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
Take heed of hating me,
Or too much triumph in the victory;
Not that I shall be mine own officer,
And hate with hate again retaliate;
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate;
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.
Yet, love and hate me too;
So, these extremes shall neither’s office do;
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;
Hate me, because thy love is too great for me;
Or let these two themselves, not me, decay;
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be;
Lest thou thy love and hate and me undo,
To let me live, O love and hate me too.
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Your eyes smoulder with an imagination that is even bolder than I could have dreamed and colder than this toxic air we've been forced to breathe.
You write poetry across your face to form a Gas mask of rythym, blocking out the hate yet sealing in ideas that might frustrate you.
You hear the birds in the trees and you read the articles in every magazine, you take in information like the bees to the Queen.
Your thoughts radiate an aura surrounding your entire body, you bleed history and pop culture facts, you need the written word like an addict needs their cigarette packs.
You're empathetic to your core, you feel what everyone else does so you hide yourself in your mind until you can categorize the emotions from the lies.
I know you can feel the love in your heart even through all the cracks, like a weathered and torn apart roadmap but you're taped together perfectly and even with a few wrong turns you always find your way back to me.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
No weapon formed against me shall prosper,
Because He who protects me is the greatest,
And He puts to shame anything that tries to make my life miserable,
He allows trials to strengthen me but never to defeat me,
Nothing will frustrate my life for He is the greatest,
His joy is my strength,
His love my armour,
His favour my hope
No matter what the enemy plots,he can never succeed because my Protector is greater.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
What's wrong with you?
Who do you think you are?
Look, he thinks he's tough,
he thinks he knows everything
Seriously who does he think he is
Do you think you're Prince Regent
You think you're a hard man, yeah!
How dare you, how ****** dare you
You wanna mess with us, do you, big man
Don't you know who we are!
We the business, we're more than you
We ****** rule the ******* ****** world
We rule your *** we make and bend the law
We take and we give, we are the ****** ********
We block and you're finished, no ****** **** no life
We come from the South, East, West and ****** North
We are gangsters and we got the contacts and the contracts
When we say jump, you ask, how ****** high should I jump
Look this ****** small geezer playing with us
How dare you making us feel frustrated and stupid
We'll got all kinds of mind **** ready to do your head in
How dare you not play ball, a woman set up to wind you up
Now we're not getting inside gossip and juicy stories to use
Now all the women waiting eagerly to hear bedroom gossip
are all disappointed cause you are not following the ****** plot
We can't bend your head and frustrate you and stress you out
You ****** small man, you're not even tall and you wanna diss us.
Who are you you little ******
We spend all our valuable time taunting you
We try and depress and torment you and you laugh
What do you want, do you wanna mess with People's Power
We can make you disappear if we want, do you know that big boy
We put all kind of moves on yer and yet you struts like a king
We harass your ****** mind and try to demoralize you
Listen sunshine you better stop being such a ******* smart ***
You think you ******* know everything, making us look stupid.
You better watch out, you better watch ****** out
Cause ain't no Santa coming for you, we are the Rulers
And we hate you and your big ******* **** you ain't got *****
You are costing us ****** money, time and energy, you effin ****
Do you know some of us sit all day thinking up ways to get at you
Do you know some wait in the ****** cold to watch you all day
You think its easy having to think up nonsensical things to write
Or making up all kinds of scenarios all because of you ********
You think you are superman, Atlas and Einstein rolled into one!
Do you, George, Answer me George.....answer Me!!!
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Polished off the filler rods
now lifes got me dreaming
soley about the silver lining
the spooning of the woman on the moon
Keep mapping the schematic, the big move
heading straight to the oil soaked cash
Ready again to make the great dash
This time I'll save my dimes
for those unavoidable hard times
I'll pile it under my matress
a secrete stash thats all mine
Work my *** to the bone
by welding up a storm
Sitting all leathered up
on my light weaver throne
To meditate and consentrate
on 13 times the suns bright
Keep the eyes focused and fixate
count to ten when the mechanics frustrate
Troubleshoot the lines of life
fix the issue then
collect the lute.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
Sax,
clarinet,
grade 8,
scales,
sight reading,
frustrate.
Super rock,
teaching,
french cafe,
logic,
preaching,
don't go that way!
Camp,
sociology,
tech,
music,
general,
respect.
cleaning,
brother,
size,
love,
loss,
surprise.
feet,
freedom,
modelling,
workout,
fear,
not bothering.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, never been more frustrated for not remembering a dream:_(
deja vu brought to view
even better this time that was like the twisted flu
an erase my system moonlighted on me frustrate to repeat
sunset a truck corner an autumn lasting in the backseat
forget that the ocean sailed and orange witches golden
a town of ancient camps imagined clean desires and broken
any subconscious stubborn to hold on inner fantasy?
cause me can't reach a fulfill a journey come to and ending duality
violet unaware a desire everlasting bel air
do dreams come true flasher in sharp not matter mere???
bare me the renaissance a century in ancestry fading memory far
pieced in my head puzzled mad realization aiming stars
magnetism the hell it means dungeon and dilemma bolds
sharp steeps deepen the voices running struggles put to the sold
-----ravenfeels
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder what you're thinking.
If you're thinking of me.
If that's a stupid thing to think.
Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I stop you.
Stop you from whatever you're doing.
Because the thought of me gave you butterflies.
Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I frustrate you.
If you're frustrated that I haven't kept in touch lately.
Maybe we're both too stubborn to start the conversation.
Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I make you smile.
From a memory you don't want to forget.
There are so many of those that you could recall.
Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I haunt you.
Just as much as you've been haunting me.
We're both ghosts haunting what we hope is still there.
Like all days, you wonder.
You wonder if I wonder about you, too.
If I'm just as flustered with these thoughts as you are.
Maybe we've been sharing these feelings all along.
Like all days, we wonder.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Perhaps Bread or Boon, Wine or Concubine
Will satisfy your Thirst for Hunger's sake
That Tomorrow lends her Hand for your Define
Are what your Efforts took to form your Make
See? How persistent that Winged ****** goes,
Pointing his Heads to where they don't belong
Or, at least, what the Dogma-Tribe bestows
Out of their Tent the Patriarch breathes strong
Really? Such Oppressive Moves they decide
To tell whether the Tune was Right or not
That Worm, called Ego, from Adam's Bite, Pride
Twisted Futures which their Love has forgot.
Easily that my Wheels can just frustrate
To know what's Right, but realise too late.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Oh God, the Most Merciful and Compassionate:
Please grant us the grace and opportunity to be your instrument in the mercy and compassion that you epitomize. May You grant us peace in our lifetime and frustrate those who seek to cause discord and sow hatred in your name.
Please enlighten our collective conciousness. May we be continually reminded that we are all on this Pale Blue Dot together. Please help us to grow out of this petty and useless tribalism and nationalism that are invoked far too often to justify violence.
May You grant us all a desire to strive for peace and have mercy on us for our many sins against each other.
Amen
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
We are a sum of all of our choices
Of all our experience and echoing voices
Voices in our head that tell you what to do
Voices outside that are nagging at you
Voices of people who tell you you're wrong
Frustrate you and break you until you're long gone
You're inherently good; you were born to be kind
But society ***** and it changes your mind
You're inherently good; you were born just that way
You were born to be good, you were born to be great
You're inherently good, so lay down your arms
'Cause a baby never did you any harm, did it?
A baby never did you any harm.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
You make me frustrated -
Frustrated that when I look at you
And think to say I love you,
The word falls short
Like the shortness of breath you cause
When your eyes connect with mine
It frustrates me that
You make me feel
What no dictionary has a proper word for.
So how then will I convey
The stutter of my heart
When you whisper my name,
Making all the world just fall away,
Till it's just you and me?
Tell me how I'm supposed to let you know
That I'm nauseous with bliss when you walk my way
And that I'm shivering and rubbing and holding myself
In a futile attempt to escape the cold
That comes when you're gone?
Tell me how I'm supposed to, in one phrase,
Light the understanding of your consciousness
Like you light my life with your presence,
Getting you to see that I don't just love you,
But that you frustrate me?
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
I'm slowly becoming a cynic
People, human beings frustrate me.
I've even begun to frustrate myself,
Regrets pile on top of one another,
and like inertia they can't seem to stop.
It would seem I am human.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
my mother was born a gardener
and my father became one
through patient snap peas and
angry red tomatoes
he seeded and watered and waited
while my mother grew hibiscus in the mountains
and plums in the shade
i was born a painter
but its tank me years to pick up a paintbrush
and my brother was born a poet
but i sincerely doubt that he’ll ever show it
i mix my paints on my palette of flowers
and my brother goes to meetings at banks
My other attended the only Agricultural High School available to her within a 40 mile radius of her South Philadelphia home. This was not a coincidence.
My father attended the best athletic conference in his affluent suburban community. This was.
She started out watering plants in fast food joints, arranging flowers for junior proms in the poorest neighborhoods of the city. When my father met her, she only ate lettuce and seeds because that was all she could manage to put in her body.
My father kneeled to the ground, saw the soil beneath her fingernails, and fell in love.
I can only love men who garden. I can only be a daughter of the earth because of them.
I don’t like terrariums because they frustrate me. Life trapped behind glass, that I cannot touch, or feel, or smell. I cannot water, I cannot fathom to even slightly disturb their existence, no matter how desperately I want to.
I’m getting my hands ***** touching old soil. I wipe it on my skirt before I touch the sweat on the back of my neck. I’m planting forget-me-nots and basil. I don’t even know if those go together. But I am putting them deep in the ground and it occurs to me that in a few weeks, I might not even remember them. They might die and become some stupid memory, a part of my dinner party story vernacular, Or maybe waiting for them will change me, will allow me to commit as a meditation on earthen peace.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
How do you dislike me? Let me count the ways.
At least half of what I do and half of what I say
Seems to irritate and frustrate you.
My deeds mistrusted and misunderstood
As something other than selfless good.
Your suspicion steals a narrow view
Of how I would prefer to spend my time.
So the sentence precedes the crime
And love is shackled in its gaol,
A prisoner with no parole,
Once found guilty, condemned for all,
And nothing can now avail.
Imagined crimes will never fade
And penance be ne’er truly paid.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
I go to great heights to prove myself
Anger is kept inside, it is too personal for the world's eyes
I exercise caution with each interaction
My presence is barely felt
A gentle reminder that life is not always gentle
I am a pronoun in the vast language of people
Many worries can eat away at a heart, so I choose just one
I am an incarnation of an idea that even I cannot pinpoint
My intention is to be happy
I shudder at the cliche
I am not conservative, although I may seem that way
It is an attempt to blend in
Complications, bumps in the road
These frustrate, even infuriate, me
I require absolutes. Uncertainty destroys
Robot life would be magical
Emotion is for the weak
I try not to preach, only listen
Ideas are nothing more than words strung together
These strings become puzzles for your enjoyment
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
I hate people.
They anger me.
They're ridiculous.
It irritates me.
I hate people.
They frustrate me.
They're so stupid.
It upsets me.
I hate people.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
The kind that say "I've not done such and such in days."
The "Such and such" being something needed to sustain life
Who sit on their phones after telling you that YOU are hosting them
On a Thursday night
Whom dodge non-academic questions because they're hard
And afraid the answer you expect is correct
Who say things just because they want your pity
Even if those things aren't true
The kind of people who are ungrateful
The kind of people who are stupid because
Maturing and learning is too hard
"It's much easier to pity myself and stay ignorant" they say
Those people frustrate me
Perhaps they frustrate me so because there was a time
When I did a few of those things
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC