"inconvience" poems
I had a moment of clarity
In my life
When I would wake up
From my night terrors
The train tracks outside my window
Wobbled louder than my sanity.
Yes you were there
Patrolling my dreams,
Sprinkling hatred
Over the innocence.
You were the fake ****
Who conducts lies
With your promises.
Your nails, nail the impression
That you practice
On voodoo dolls
Hanging in your soul.
Tearing each thread
Back to its spindle.
It cries.
Prying apart
Till frost vacates your heart
Into these dolls.
Look at you go!
Like Reptar,
You mustered the mightiest rawr
To scare everyone away.
Like reptar you are the toy,
Imagine that.
You see,
They use their imagination
To make you look like
What your faking to be.
Someone different.
You forced me
To lock you up in my dreams.
Murderous murders
Slaughtering anyone
Who mentions my name
So you can feed the meat
You store in the temple
Filled with thorns.
People say stick and stones
May break my bones
Yet your smile
Still shatters them to dust,
Stuck between your nails.
An inconvience.
That's what you would called it.
Hear ye hear ye
My apologies
For me not being clearly.
You must understand
My voice is a little drowned
By the lack of intelligence
You ponder about.
Especially when I glossed over the fact
That this is the poem
I've always want to throw down
Onto your trenches
On your forehead,
The gateway to the mind
Which conducted
The illist mistake
Thinking I'm not worth the time.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
The sky is ablaze with ash,
For I am having a clash.
My father is working in hell,
Not concerned with Earth's well.
And as I rise out of death to fix His mess,
Many humans will rise to atest.
I mean all well and wish to simply clean,
But there is far to much for me not be mean.
God cares little for what I do,
For humans all burn with a deadly hue.
And as I clean out the gutter,
All will cry in a hellish mutter.
Bodies will line the street as I see fit,
And Lucifer's work will get fuller by a bit.
Yet ash is simply an inconvience to Him,
But it loves to ask for God's penance.
Now I clean out ash,
As sin makes any human black.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
this is my syringe,
hold it for me as i cringe,
a lifeless death soon will come to pass,
as i'm wishing my hearts last.
i'm dying slowly now,
but no one does it wow,
for i've never really been alive,
not since suicide first was tried.
it doesn't matter anymore,
i've finally robbed my life poor,
why does this fill me with glee?
as for my life i do not plea.
i wish for this to be the last time,
that i will ever write this rhyme,
to be finished and forgotten,
not giving a **** about my sin.
to be withe the one that i have always loved,
to hold him until he can no longer be hugged-
the room does spin and i hear her cry,
my best friend that is watching as i die.
she came to save me from myself,
she was to late, an inconvience only for herself,
i knew she'd be coming so i hit it strong,
knowing the purist wouldn't take too long-
to hit my heart to stop it's beat,
to finally feel cold from head to feet.
i left her one last kiss,
on a note that read simply this;
do not resuscitate is all i wish,
don't feel guilty for i did this,
i'll always love you but he means more,
you want me to be happy-this is that score.
the one thing i've wanted, now i do have,
if you feel guilty, my soul it will stab.
all of my poetry take and publish,
if they don't want it, seal with a kiss-
and lock it away, 'til you meat someone like me,
who won't let thoughts of suicide let them be.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
No one knows the real girl anymore.
All day long everyone sees a bubbly girl with a smile on her face.
No one would ever guess what goes on when she gets home
*She goes home walks through the door;
the house is empty once again.
Mom's working another extra shift;
who knows what time she'll get home.
Will she have to eat dinner by herself again?
She get to dads;
he won't say a word to her.
Mad at everything.
Every part of her.
She's nothing but an inconvience.
She goes into her room;
blasts the music loud so no one can hear her sobs.
She screams into her pillow.
Why doesn't anyone understand?!
She tried reaching out for help,
but just got ignored.
I could use a friend right now
Then...complete silence.
Nothing.
She knew it was true,
no one really cares.*
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
You may know more than anyone
The things I put myself through
All in the name of being unworthy
Of a friend the likes of you
I don't know if I deserve this,
I'm not sure I can,
Its just been so long
Since I've had a real friend
Your arms are wide open
Your heart on display
This took a lot of courage
I guess I'm trying to say
I'm scared of being an inconvience
Or replaced in half a day
But since you asked me so nicely
I'll give it a shot and stay
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
i am tired
of apologizing.
i should not have to
apologize
for being an
inconvience
for not being
perfect
you say
you love me, but
you have taken me
to the point where
the words
i’m sorry
don’t even sound like words
anymore.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
I'm always in a rush to work,
In such a rush to drive home,
In a rush to die to make famous my poems.
I'm raising a glass to silly victories
And the same glass to the same loss
Because either way it's my history
And I'm just like a bystander
Seeing the boat off.
I wonder if life is so fragile,
Why we are caught in a balance act?
Why do we smile so much to say it's fine,
Too embarrassed to admit we all cry?
Stuck in a generation of losers and debt
But ****** we try, I really do try.
I'm making amends with my demons,
Trying to keep my head on right
But sometimes I replay a kid
Saying I was an inconvience to life
And sometimes when awake in a real dark night,
I start to see those words shedding light.
Today, I took out the trash
Then compacted my remaining sentiments
Into one piece of poetry
I'm letting go of any resentment,
And tired of repenting for being me
Took off the shackles on my feet
And leaped out into the free world
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
*This is the last night.
For so long Ive cried.
So long Ive tried.
Nothing ever changes.
The memories never cease to haunt me.
The abouse never stops.
Emotional,
verbal,
physical.
Im an inconvience.
I bother everyone Ive come in contact with.
Things will be better off this way.
I wont hurt anymore.
I wont bother anyone.
I wont be in the way
Goonight.*
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Staring Staring
Staring at the world
Wondering would it matter
If I had never been born
Would anyone care?
Would anything be different?
Would there be something missing?
Would you feel something missing?
Probably not, am I right?
After all, I'm just an inconvience
Im just a shadow
Im just a wave in the rapid ocean
Just a pebble on the ground
I mean nothing
So what would it matter if I was gone?
What would you think if I was gone?
Would you miss my presence?
Would you miss my touch?
Would you miss my laugh?
Would you miss my smile?
Would you miss my kiss?
But most of all...
Would you miss me?
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Being an inconvience to the ones you do truly love.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
I was eighteen
a twisted vine and green
I went to California
I had dreams
I rode trollys
I was full of folly
I crossed the Golden Gate
Broke off sacred holly
I wanted to find myself
In and of itself
I found out who I wasn't
An inconvience of oneself
As hard as I tried the
tears for nothing I cried
My blood wasn't home
Yes you are ! I lied and lied and lied
I'm nothing special
I'm not spatial
A fish gulping air
A lost looking ******
So go back home
Feel it in the bone
So I rode the bus
California ! I moan
(Eureka ! I have found it !)
California State Motto
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC