"missery" poems
That moment i felt so safe I felt like nothing will break me away or action or touch made me feel so alive till you made me hurt but yet I stode with hope and faith that you will make everything better but yet I couldnt believe you made everything worse u gave me pain missery sadness and tears on my face the way you started making me feel was so full of sorrow and regret I never felt I felt I betrayed myself I hated every inch of me because I still stode with you beyond all the pain I consived with you just because I thought you was the one for me but now I dont know what to say I feel nothing when im near you I feel soulless like when you first learn how to love you dont know where to start or how it will end im still hurt but its hurt of that I realized I have fallen out of love for you I dont cry no more I just feel I dont know like you wasent the one beyond all the time that passed we just wish we can rewind
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
We are dancers,
Teardrops form a sad melody,
Forsaken in the crying woods of death,
Missery and sorrow join us.
We are dancers,
You and me,
Our sadness forms the beat,
Dancers of the national ballet of depression.
We are dancers,
You and me.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing.
Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be
Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children.
Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it.
Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently.
For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family.
Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over.
However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands.
Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals.
Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo.
Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom.
Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly.
Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry.
Never neglect the notion of nice.
Optimism overcomes others opinions.
Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities.
Quietly questioning their quality.
Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant.
Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation.
Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured.
Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
I am so.gritty.now. goodbye this fear of the world,
Gravity hurts in a whispered word.
Take back choice and laugh on through.
Art darts and target hearts
Can sing the blues,
But not like
The gift
Now
Tuned.
Taking lessons in the outer rim
Grounded to the earth
And then,
With a flip I change the pen,
To stir the thought that
Dwell within.
With form drawn to
Bend and twist,
As the fire
A poet's sin.
Dying with random misfortune.
And missery.
Charmed the last time.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
A thousand miles away
Alone in the dark of night
Somethings missing
Somethings not right
Silence fills the room
Like humidity in the air
Lacking breath
Near is my doom
Sadness consumes me
Down into my bones
Laughter and happiness all around
Yet non that I can see
In enters worry
He controls me Invades my thoughts
Makes my world become blurry
As he spins a new being
From his own wicked thread
Wishing he would leave
Needing you to be near
He insists upon my hospitality
Giving me nothing
But hopelessness and dread
Please let me go
Allow me to be free
Free me from this evil
Missery
He is worry's favorite company
He spins the wicked thread
Tighter and tighter
Around my neck
Like thieves in the dark of night
My will - they steal
Life fleeting
Gasping for air
My love, my heart, hear me
Remind me of your love
Sit next to me
In the depths of this pit
Hold my hand
Till the monsters release me
From their grasp of death, doom and dread
Breathe sweet life into my lips
Stay till all is still
Breath again slow
Not labored and raspy
Fall into a deep sleep
Head in my lovers lap
Wrap me in your love
Safe now, consumed in you
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
I fall to the ground and sip back the poison
Whimpering while the voices scream at me
"You're worthless, you're fat,
you ***** you piece of ****
you're trapped, stuck here with them
you'll never leave your missery,
the years will pass and so will your life
your meaningless life filled with
unaccomplished dreams and failed promises"
I collapse in a pathetic heap
admitting my defeat to them
taking one last sip
as I reach for the gun to shut them up
once and for all
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
Sorry
Think i lost this one hopelesly
The fight be done!
Yes you sad insipid strugle im done with you!
Oh but only missery to spew!
Damaged i cant recover!
I cant fix this thing!
Oh was it ever mine to have !
Sorry
Not as it be said but for who actually depend and rely on me!
My true failure!
Not going to be there!
Not much to depend on anyhow!
Sorry!
Comfortably Numb
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
I look around and am left hanging like a washed up college house,
In my present fix
There is no forward bound.
I want to write...
I want to fight...
Burn fresh fire in a darkened hearth,
Dream and inspire the laughs of tomorrow,
Old Hermes carried me well.
Does choice hang heavy in thought?
Will the heavens take back a star?
And when will courage meet destiny
In life?
Idiology takes my hand and cries
Much to vain with a scarlet smile.
Break a false name
And attach to missery in swing.
Take back the moon
I am zero gravity.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's saying my name a **** from the raider nation
Under the sun rays of sin city waste land
We could've been made but u had me pacing
Im taking all fades like the time Im facing
Tell me in ways of desperation
She's playing them spade's Trump in hand never changing
She's looking away but I had her craving
Pmoney my game and I'm never waiting
Could've made you my main but I'm always taken
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
Hated the fame but the money raked in.
They called u insane throughout your training
They put you in chains until your breaking
Now your stuck in those reins steered by satan
Tell me in ways of desperation
Could've been my brain that's always tainted
The look of shame on his face was painted
Dead I remain cause Im always hated
Was it the pain you retained that keeped u naked
Tell me in ways of desperation
Moments are stainded missery created
Your leaving me to blame and my life was slowly shaded
Were you feeling the same as we became separated
These clouds will rain as our love was faded
Tell me in ways of desperation
Tell me in ways of desperation
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Tears can't stop flowing
letting my eyes float above reality
it's not real
but still you're standing there
smiling
lovely
at my missery
I can see you ther STANDING
YOU'RE THERE. STANDING
It's not real.... hehehe...
it's not real...
"But my dearest darling"
it's not real...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Every smile is to be paid double its weight in pain, paid outright and full before intrest is gained. I escaped depressions grasps for first 12 years of my life. Someone forgot to tell me what i owe, now i dont mean to seek pitty with my tale of missery and woe. But it seems some nights the devil takes a certain interest in my crimson eliqour of life. he to just wants to see it pour from my veins flow like silk down my leg and hear me say.. nothing.. no cry for help in fear someone would notice the scars i cover with my pair of jeans. Some say its in that that i aquired such a lovely taste a hatred for myself. Others have told me to get over it, everyone feels depressed sometimes, but most nights i dont see the light my path is a foggy stormy night sailing without the stars you can not tell me its the same and im the one who should lay the blaime on myself for letting it get this bad.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Lost in the sun
walking the same old road I've been walking for too long
when will the road end in peace
when will the wind blow me a new path to walk
I dream of a day
where there is no pain and suffering in my life
I keep walking this road that destiny and fate both have thrown my way
I feel this rotting toxicaition
eating at my heart
the pain and suffering is a tribulation in itself, that no man wants to endour
Filled with shadows of a will-less man
Clawing and digging my way out of a cynical joke that life has played
Feeling anger towards a god that didnt give me a perfect life,
but instead a life of missery
where all I seek is happiness and peace in my world of "Nirvana"
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
When you walked away you took my heart with you.
You ripped it out and only left me broken peices.
peices that wouldnt fit.
you took the memories of love and hate.
you only leaft me pain.
he tried to fix the peices that you left behind,
but you had the major ones.
he knew dep down that i truely did love you.
you only left me peices.
you lesft me pain.
you left me sorrow
you took my love away
you took my ability to trust
you took my heart when you walked away from me
took took my heart and only left my pain ,my missery,and my sorrow.
but you left me one thing
you left my ability to love
thank you
thank you for leaving
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
I will stand up all night
Since I won’t do anything with my life
I can’t dream nor sleep
This time so late is when I can finally weep
I cry and curse
My tragic course
The days pass and the nights end
But I can only ask myself when?
When would the sad nights finish?
When would I find a friend,
A lover a companion that will squish
my fears and scare the pain away
But no, the tears keep dripping
And the moon keeps shinning
The loneliness will stay
and it’s darkness will stain
The never ending fight,
The never ending run
Like a cycle it repeats, isn’t there a might?
A chance of change,
A someone to appear, or as an insomiac
I am doomed to remain.
Alone in my bed, with the eyes wide open
Thinking the worse, in pieces I’m broken,
Can someone try to find me,
And try to repair my sleepy mess
Trying is enought, since my hopes are less
Disapointment has hit me
Twice at least? More than that
I am chained to this bed
I am chained to this missery,
to this mental trap
Should I sane myself?
Or wait to someone to save me
Save me from me, how ridiculous can I be
Maybe the pieces are in a place unseen.
Maybe there’s no pieces to be found
And there’s only a future to make up
Maybe it is better to just sleep
Will it help me to brush the pain with one blink?
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
When will they realize that it doesn't matter
that their pessimisticality will only drive them
down dead ends
into enclaves of nothing but missery and dissarray
When will they realize that bestowing discomfort upon a fellow human
is equivalent to cruelty
and that exclusion is as frowned upon as forgetting your mother's birthday
When will they realize that insincerity is our biggest enemy
and that lies are merely self inflicted vitriol
when will they realize that they were wrong
evey time they called me weak
When will they realize that I have risen above being hurt
by their malice
but that I haven't risen above forgiveness and respect
and honor
Perhaps commencement from all but them
will bring me to a state of eternal satisfaction
but I can never forget the mayhem that they brought me
every day, when all I ever did was live
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
They cry blood
We see them getting buried in the mud
You see them die with bullets thudding to thier chest
And rockets fired in the mist
Houses becoming broken down into dust
Women running to find a shed but getting killed with merciless blood.
They flee to the borders and they get treated with no just.
Mothers and children with no heart as if it is a must.
It pains to see how a man can turn a country to nothing more than a land of dust.
Kills like a vampire craving for blood.
Talking lies and deshonesty to gain people's trust with no soul that cares about them or us.
Isn't it enough how Much you killed for a seat that isn't worth much
A country that has nothing but missery every part you touch
May my heart be yours
May it be enough to get you off this suffering you all feel.
Syria may you always be free.
You are strong standing against the wave of blood and slaughter.
Love you Syria the land of the free.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
father you went to war you left our home
there are a few thing you said to me
before walking away and leaving us all alone
you said "son, the world must be saved,you see"
you've put your heavy hand on my head
i didn't dare to move or shred a tear,
i clenched my hand hard until it was ****** red,
the colour of missery and fear.
the blood was spilt on the ground
the thirsty land absorbed it all away
the bullet sounds in my head were so loud
were these days for you also gray?
Molly doesn't remember you,
she only remembers the dirt
( from war)
tell me father did you save the earth
as you said you needed to?
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
A funny thing called life
We say life is difficult
It is because we want it to be
Animals live in peace
While we sufffer
Humans make the world dark
While Allah made it full of delight
We **** each other for money
While others lie to get some honey
We hurt each other and have pleasure doing so
So how can the world 've dark and we are the missery behind it.
Peace is the answer.
Be happy when you are in pain
Be happy with no complain
You will feel life changed in front of you
Animals die and get killed everyday
Do you see them complain.
We should enjoy the thought that we are able to breath
Which many people had it taken away .
Life is lovely if you want to be
And he'll if you thought about it in that way.
Enjoy life and make it worth your while.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Guess you dont see the full picture
Just think about yourself
Never someone else.
I cant ask you to understand
The pain in taking one last stand
No
Stopping was never a switch
A fuse to remove
Some wounds to re-sow
No
Stopping was missery.
Withdrawl rattled dreams shook me from my sleep.
No cure.
Days and weeks of work.
No sleep,
This could never work
I tried it all for you.
I worked harder then i ever have.
And now you think a relapse
Is all i ever am?
Next time i ask you to change your entire life
Dont blame me if its to hard
Dont blame me for the knife
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
I do not recal this field
Color filled and living
Now frozen and dead
An ocean of sorrow
That once were green
No one by my side
In missery I search
Drowning and doomed
The cold comes once more
All alone
I guess at heart
We are all M.I.A
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
When a man one adores
shows up a call girl photo card,
make sure you love him more
then you love yourself,
to let such sweetheart
true love best lover go,
like I let mine fly off.
My king understood love by his woman's jealousy dinamics
shown for him. I understood love
by the trusting self assured
non jealous attitude owned.
So, for this kind of lover.
Fight for his love do cry!
Instead of letting this jeweled king
go to his call girls like I did because
his joy and happiness
was above and beyoud my own.
iI turns out he had given me all his love in written prenuptial contract and had no love for no other queen or slave or call girl to give her he was telling me he was my true love
only mine after two decades!
Foolish me was amnesic and couldn't speak up about the plot of his ancient prenuptial was since he told me
he was married and to never
look back then he cursed me
to hate him from afar and move on;
which I did, but I didn't choose right .
I fell victim of human predators.
because his lyrics deceived my naive soul in youth I did not tell him I loved him and I lost his love.
slowly but sureky he took his Kammazutra back but I had my own
and just like him my lover brain sixty nine I give to noone I haven't found one worthy to be loved. .
It's disastrous and very foolish.
As I observe a lifetime after,
we both adored each other
in our own well intentioned ways
interchangeably even but other
forces conspire dod to wreck us up.
without wanting to or knowing how.
We both understood love
in different ways;
this interpretation was
both our downfall my demise was only silence for in my mouth lips and words I had my cure to his live enchantment and end eternal love.
His Karma had pledged
in his Rhett Buttler past life,
he would search world wide,
or buy love if he had to,
but he was going to be loved
only in his way.
So we both lived out our destiny
but life was never the same
ever again as that which
was between us we were identical within m, twin flanes twin souls
Without him physically
my existance was like a dream.
more often like a nightmare.
I lost everything,
and everyone I ever adore.
like a house if cards it came
tumbling all down and,
it materialized even here on HP
since then I learned to close doors
to disconnect say good bye
but to my twin no good bye
it's impossible.
I feel blessed and cursed.
all in all I found misery and pain.
~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba 1974-95 & on.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
Despite all my efforts I feel so fragile and weak
I journey for a treasure strength of many I seek
But always out of reach
Never can I hold in hand
I throw the punches but never do they land
Often in a crowded room I can hear my silent scream
It all seems so surreal
All just a bad dream
A fake laugh escape then a smile so untrue
I do it all for your sake I do it all for you
I know you would be sad if you understood how I feel
Yet you don't quite comprehend it's ok I will deal.
So I'll sit alone and silent try my best not to cry
Even tho a part of me is starting to wither and die
Like a plant unwatered
A neverplanted seed
A broken stem of a rose all it does is bleed.
So I keep on living just barely day by day
For now I really believe for me happy is not my way.
I am meant for missery lonelyiness and pain
A little bit of mental a small taste of insane
So look for me in the darkness it is where I lye
It is where I'm meant to be untill my last goodbye.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
There's an ache it's hard to explain.
I hate the silence it seems to taunt me.
Remind me how alone I really am.
Ache for people to understand my desperate plea.
Yet no one listens.
No one wants to.
I ache for a little heartbeat that once was intertwined with mine.
I choose his happiness over mine.
But he doesn't need me.
No reason to want me.
My skin shivers with the desire to be wanted.
I feel utter hopeless invelope every bit of optimistic foolishness.
I sink.
It's not painful it doesn't hurt. I am not sad or tearful.
It's like a whiteboard filled with marks of emotion all of a sudden is wiped clean.
Blank...
Nothing...
A hole... something should be there.
A puzzle...
Knowing that something just isn't right. That hopeless desperate feeling...the hole is there filling up but with all negative emotions..
Self doubt, low self esteem, I'm useless, who really wants me anyways, rejection, undesireable, ugly, alone, wanting to bleed(fighting the desire to rip into my own flesh just to help me feel), just not good enough, naive, stupid, worthless, unattractive, ****** up, deserves to be alone, all these thoughts fill that hole.
Then I am nothing and everything all the same time.
But that everything is nothing all the same.
Viscous cycle of absolute and utter missery and torturous absence of exuberant life force
But it goes on and on
And tomorrow will be the same and the day after that and that and that.
And suffer for all eternity because my mind tell me I am destined for this fate.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC