"optimisim" poems
3:15 AM
And I'm searching for meaning
I'm ******* searching for meaning
Drained exhausted
But I still got 'bout 3 more chapters to study
And I don't want to study
Cause I'm searching for meaning
It would be easier if this meant more for me
I secretly wish I didn't have these blessings
Cause I'm searching for meaning
I'm not convinced ..
How lame is that
I'm not convinced .
I hate that girl in the movie that keeps falling
The emotionally ****** up
Keeps ******** up
Wants attention
Wants help
dependant
She keeps falling
And I keep falling
I hope I'm not that character
want to be the badass that grew cold and strong
But it seems like I'm growing weak
The future is soo bleak
It's like I'm playing hide and seek with myself
I keep disappearing on myself
Like where did I go
I used to be so strong
So hopefull
My horoscope says im the most optimistic sign
They must be lyin'
Cause you know that feeling
When you just wanna stay sad
You don't want to get over it cause it's hurting you that bad
Now where's the optimisim in that ?
Feels like I'm a crumbling soul 0
I've grown so bitter and so old
I'm creating drama
That's what my mom says
My sign says I hate drama
Lol
They must've mistaken my birth date
Let's just hope tomorrow I find me again
Cause I'm starting to enjoy the pain
and I don't even seem to be good at writing poems anymore
Must be goin insane ..
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
She asked: "if your personality was a beverage, what would it be?"
"Well..." I said.
"it'd be smoothe going down. Or at least I like to think so.
It'd be sweet. But,
You know how there's like two types of sweet?
There's like the fruity sour, tangy, bright, sugar sweet?
And there's the malty, caramelly, chocolate, foggy sweet?
It'd be later kind of sweet.
It has a certain childish joy too it.
An optimisim, a simpleness,
like... chocolate milk.
But it has a punch.
And it isn't all, childish, it's also
Responsible,
Protective,
Passionate,
Bold,
Loving,
Hard,
Strong hearted,
Mature, like...
...Whiskey.
I'm like... Whiskey Chocolate Milk."
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
they say that darkness is a nonexistent matter and is only the absence of light but what i know of is that darkness is consuming. it makes you whole with emptiness. makes you feel safe in your solitude. and solitude is not always peaceful if your mind is a universe of it's own. if your mind is at war with your heart. if your mind holds infinite chains of thoughts, no one's interested in knowing about, thoughts with no one willing to understand them. but for far too long, i've believed that what you cant change you should learn to accept. so in solitude, i was content or convinced myself to be..
i met you though, and let me tell you that no light can ever shine as bright as you do. and you don't just shine baby, you glow. you'd enlighten the universe with just half a smile and one glimpse of those eyes i adore. you'd eliminate the indifferences of this **** world with how your mind works and how your thoughts form. i've never known of sympathy and kindness before i knew of your existence because they've always been in the form of you. purity ceased to exist before you took your first breath, and with every breath you take this trait nurtures. and with the privelege of knowing you? i'd never welcome solitude again, never before you have a persons company felt so heart warming, so safe. i'd close my doors to darkness and despair and welcome all you bring with your existence from hope and optimisim. darling, words will never express enough but i'll write you daily if it'll help you love youself. for writing about you is always something i enjoy. i never believed in the concept of heaven until i met you, for angels need their imposing home. what have i done to deserve someone as beautiful as you are? and yes you're beautiful. i want this word carved into your thoughts. baby, poets spent ages trying to write something that can amount to your beauty and yet nothing can measure up. i love you, i really do.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
Keep your head above the water
while they drown in the under-toe.
Take a breath,
the salty air stings your lungs.
The waves are coming,
swim for the shore.
Too late.
The waves overtake you.
Come up for air,
spit and gasp.
Where are you?
They're calling for your help,
drowning below you,
trying to pull you down.
Just breathe.
Swim with the flow of the water.
Feel the sand beneath your feet.
Keep your head up,
freedom is in your fingertips.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
Nobody ever wants to be upset.
No one wants to cry because they simply cannot find a better way to express how they feel.
But when you find someone willing to hold you while you cry, wouldn't it be worth it?
If he want to wrap his arms around you tight, and kiss your forehead,
why would you even have reason to cry?
It could be the inexperience of a relationship like this.
The unfamiliar feeling of being cared about.
Being appreciated and desired.
You become jealous and naturally doubtful because of all your lingering insecurities from past relationships.
While in reality, there is no reason to be so concerned.
Not only do you have the one person who makes you happy in every way,
you have someone that you can create memories with.
Someone to share a lifetime.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
why are you so angry? IT'S ******* ME OFF!
CAN'T YOU JUST BEHAVE?! it's driving me crazy.. >_>
trash on everything and anyone and all your past and all our futures,
trash your eyes before beholding beauty? can't you see it outside of yourself?
do you not want to believe it's there? are you that ugly inside? what are you reflecting?
all you do is trash on this and that and that's not all my eyes are opening for,
so if i should listen to you
my friends,
listen to me too, it's all ugly and especially you, OK! i'll admit, so am i.. <_<
but remember, without **** there's no sprouts...if you couldn't poo, you'd be much more a shady hue, brown and blue....remember that trees and grandparents decay, that maggots and fun guys spoil the evening's soup...
do you smell that? ew...right? nasty, don't go near it...let the beatles and garbage men handle all your stinkless
**** flushed and forgotten....you know what? you're why the world is trash, yicky stanks...stop pointing, stop staring, stop wondering and complaining....it's you too :} now don't you just feel so much better you rotting carcass of fruit?
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
Grasping greedy claws for brilliance
nicotine, alcohol, smoke
trying to choke out brilliance
through these substances
variegated like a jangling ring of keys
to an enlightened door.
But the more I try to **** down
each little chemical, I feel
emptier, drained
and my strained imagination
leans on reality for support.
And I tell myself that there is always time,
another tomorrow like a promise
or an I.O.U.
and that shining tomorrow will be
so effortlessly new
drenched in drugs
and sweat
and nostalgia
and I'll be present
and there
and full,
pulling on the sleeve of the almost known,
the call that could reach my phone.
And tomorrow I'll be thin
and weight as much as
smoke.
Tomorrow all those lies I spoke
will be true, and my selfish wants
will no longer be daunted by
my crippling doubt.
Tomorrow will be without error or pain
or disappointment, or that same monotony.
Tomorrow, that cool spring morning, will renew
Trust me, and forget the truth.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
The kind of words I love to read
Are words that inspire
Words that spark an ember
That flashes into a fire
Words that encourage
And words that edify
Are easy on the mind
And pleasing to the eye
Words that are motivating
Within their ebb and flow
Can be to someone transformative
As they forward go
A word of optimisim
Can bring forth a clearer view
And be so very refreshing
When you think it could be true
We should always guard our mind
Against negative word intrusion
Allowing only what builds up
To have in our mind inclusion
Every word we read affects our life
In the context of its composition
For all words read hold the power
For mind and thought transition
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
6am
His face was too familiar
The unwanted and out of date
A real gentleman
Someone who cares
Despite that prevailing optimisim
What’s he here to do
*
I appreciate you coming
That deep burning brow
Handing it to a shocked friend
Whose schedule don’t allow
I’ll learn to compromise
Despite significant disruption
I still won’t show any reaction
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Pessimisim is not ay Tool
but it can become ay crutch.......
There is an ultimate value in Optimisim
it will become ay future....its own future
Allmost like being young
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
I have been in this state for quite some time
The state of not being able to feel a thing
No emotion whatsoever
Joy, glee, optimisim
Fear, anxiety, pessimism
None of those at all
To feel at least one of those would be a relief
One that can not be decribed
It just lets me know that I am still alive
However I have been void of everything
Tis utter hell to be honest
But alas she has brought it out
The one who I admire the most
My moon, my sky, my sun
Has finally made me feel something
She was able to make me feel again
Letting me know that I am not just some...
Emotionless fool
It is just too bad however
That the feeling was self hatred
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Optimism means looking at the dark
And seeing a brighter side.
Looking for a better outcome
From the waste that has been my life.
When I woke up that day
And told myself that I had
Had enough of the dark,
That I would venture into
The light with dignity.
I did so under false pretense.
Much like I do with everything.
I thought that I could shed this outer layer
Of filth and decay and become new.
But that is not the nature of dark things.
All I did was burn every *******
Bridge I had ever built.
But hey, it gets better right?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
Many opinions become dark clouds
on my day, crying for me to become
saturated in their will.
Still, my humanity begs optimism.
For once that I've learned the sun,
forever I will know the light.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
I'm not dead yet,
But I will be soon.
And still,
I am waiting
To
Live.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC