"onesided" poems
I am a polar bear
I sit on my iceberg
I don't like hugs , never did never will
But hugging you , I'd ask time to stand still
I also don't like when two mouths touch
But I'd kiss every inch of you , pretty much
Honey is from the same place as bee stings
I hate to look like an idiot or forget things
But I'd happily be an idiot to your eyes
I am a polar bear under the polluted skies
pianos and cellos were my favorite sound
When you talk , my new favorite is found
The iceberg will slowly melt
And I the polar bear with what I felt
Will drown to my death
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
She didn't know the love he had
She didn't know all the beautiful things he did just for her smile
He worked in a cloak in the dead of night,
Planning a life for the 2 of them
Plans for two mean nothing, when only one knows
How could he say nothing and do so much?
So she is BROKEN and confused while thinking their love was onesided
Her friends knew how he felt.
He talked to them
But no words were given to the one who needed them the most.
Lonely is the heart who loves the emotionally timid
Just talk to me
Tell me the things you can share so easily with everyone else
Just say it
Or else I'll never know.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
Your bottom lip is quivering,
As if the moment is weighing down upon it.
Hold it in, darling.
Your hands are intertwined with your tattered sleeves,
As if the more you fidget, the less you will feel.
Hold it in, darling.
Your eyes are taking on that glassy look,
The one always followed with silent tears.
Hold it in, darling.
Your voice is beginning to waver,
As your words run into each other, fumbling out of your mouth.
Hold it in, darling.
Your gaze is fixed upon an insignificant crack on the wall,
As if staring at it long enough will give everything less meaning.
Hold it in, darling.
She's telling you that there are people who care for you, that you aren't alone,
As if they could ever truly understand.
Hold it in, darling.
She's asking you how you feel, she want's you to talk about it,
As if saying how you feel would make it any better, it won't.
Hold it in, darling.
Somewhere between the onesided conversation, some sort of closure was reached,
As if you even opened up in the first place.
Hold it in, darling.
Now you're all alone in the cold, small office, getting ready to leave.
As if you had been present in the first place.
Hold it in, darling.
Don't ever let them see you cry,
Save your tears for the middle of the night,
And until then,
Hold it in, darling.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
I start to love before reason
Feelings fall upon sight
And at that point
I've already lost
Love is a war they say
Most of the time
With me
Its a onesided battle
Against myself
He likes me
I love him
He's nice
I'm perverted
He hates me
I'm cut it back
He calls me beautiful
I get tongue tied
he expects me to talk
He looks at me
He said I'm glad to see you
What do I do
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
He is just a attraction don't make him your distraction...(friends said)
I'm just part of your childishness and fiction..(he said)
Now after eight year my heart proved he is my love...
Neither a attraction nor a distraction...
Just a part of my wonderfull life and heart with a wonderful feeling but a one sided destination.....!!!!!! Copyrights : Anjali
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Why are some days harder than others.
Why is it that today of all days it got a little harder?
Why of all days did I think about you and cry a little harder?
Maybe it's because I finally see you for who you really are.
Maybe its because I finally realize everything you said, did and felt was an out right absolute lie.
Maybe its because I finally realized no matter what moments we had shared together and no matter how special I thought they were...they actually weren't...
If you asked me what killed me more... I wouldn't have an answer.
How the **** do you tell yourself it wasen't real?
How do you tell your heart..
It was all a lie?
The love was all just onesided?
How do you tell yourself you have to forget?
You have to move on?
That even though your heart might be breaking....
His isn't...
Love has cursed me...
And so have you.
I'm glad you can walk this earth without feeling anything.
Never loving anyone.
Never feeling the excruciating pain of a broken heart.
The kind that paralyzes you.
The kind that leaves a permanent mark on your heart.
I ******* hate it.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
There is blood red bitterness
blooming like a time lapse flower
in cold, hard rivulets
exploding like popcorn
from a kernal with the
same intensity of a sudden
summer squall or a casual
unkindness from a onesided
object of abject obsession.
There is a blood-quick
dull throb at the temples
and a sudden drunken
lack of reasonable inhibition
filled with buzzing curse words
boiling deep in the throat
and deeper in a history of
neglect and pain that ache
to burst through to visit
rewards of anguish.
There is fire and then there
is calm and then, finally,
there is regret.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
PHENOMENON STRANGE
LORD KIND,
Why have you made relationships so strange ?
Why is it that parents, their children love unconditionally, with all their heart.
These children are of their parents lives, the most important part.
Then these children, in response, return do not this love, unconditionally.
Many a times, we see these relationships are onesided with an angle of involvement commercially.
Parents practical are not, say these children, these silly inherents.
Strangely, the cycle repeats, where love they, their children more than their parents.
Of course, as usual, exceptions to the rule, there are always.
There are children, who upon their parents dote; and for them do a lot.
Lord, whatever, You do always has a reason valid; but understand it, we cannot.
Your ways complicated and strange are, out of our comprehensive range.
Can You in some way, explain this phenomenon strange ?
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free
I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace
The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord
Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate
My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words
The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain
The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me
The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle
My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin
The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day
That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target
It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself
I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts
I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles
I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care
The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box
That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental
I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing
If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit
We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me
I am loosing to my angry god
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC