"outweighing" poems
the morning after always hurts the worst
hazy brain
summersault stomach
and where in the hell is my car
i want a pizza
or two
it was nice to see you
i've missed your smile
and condensed stare
and the shape that your lips make while you confess your love to the beer bottle's neck
that explains the jameson
and all the beers at the bar
the beer bongs at the after party
and why i could stomach the strippers
it was all you
so nice to see you
why do i always feel guilty when the sun comes up
no one got a black eye
i didn't grab the mic
and my clothes stayed on until i was safely home
although
the cab driver may have caught a glance
to think
i'm "all grown up"
i'm not at all sorry
not for the whiskey gut
or the fire i'll throw up
or the kisses that i didn't plant along your collar
i'm still the same floral-print ship-wreck at the bottom of the bottle
my mother once said that the only people worth clinging to
are those who see all of your greatness outweighing your flaws
you still see the holes in my tights
and my falling hem line
not the honey sweet legs they shape
or the hips and thighs that the denim hides
i'll be just fine as the german genie in the bottle of irish whiskey
witty
and slack-jawed
and ready to kiss the lips off the face of the clock
and two shots away from dancing with the cops
i look great in hand-cuffs
i'll whistle the whole way to jail
small victories weigh the most
and right now
i feel like muhammed ali
thanks, babe
here's two asprin that glow better than your eyes
and they're mine
waiting to chase away the pain that came up with the sun
here's to endings that aren't a safe bet
here's to sleeping alone
here's to new mistakes
just waiting to happen
water never tasted so good to me
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
they say the good outweighs the bad.
but what if lately the bad has been outweighing the good?
what if i cant look at you the same anymore
what if im trying so hard to find someone to replace you
i havent cried in 6 days.. and im not starting now
Im just stuck in this loop and honestly i want out
i plead the day June comes
i cant take it anymore
i hate this
but i wont let u know
i wont let u see me cry
im tired of letting people see me weak
i want them to see me at my strongest even if im not that strong
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
The patches of autumn colors
engraved on the land
outweighing the brown soil like
an anchor sinking deep
every soul losing its will to survive
as it dries up into the color of the earth
the smell of the apricots and dried leaves, old vintage keys
rises up like grey smoke from the chimney
in a futile attempt to grab safety and
hold it in its sinewy hands
hoping that it would save them
from the beginning of the end. (c)
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
Before I met you I was just a broken heart and a damaged soul
The one before you stole my heart shortly after I stole hers
But now she's moved on to someone new and I was left on the outside
I used to walk around with the sorrow outweighing my happiness
The night I met you I had gone out to clear my mind
Ready to leave, you introduced yourself to me
Instantly we hit it off and you made me forget all about my hurt
I know I've only known you for a day, but I could see me having you around for longer
So I thank you for the happiness and thank god for last night
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
Tears dripping down my chin
Water collecting in deep lines
Beginning to feel insecure again
Painted mind should see silken signs
Circular thoughts of sadness and shame
Pool into large puddles of self-loathing
Pondered epiphanies spill out of my head
You stand by, watch them stain clothing
I am on my hands and aching knees
Sorrow outweighing endurance and bliss
My existence is heavier
Each moment feel less and less
Golden guesses and hypotheses are yours
The ambition is gone from my soul
Expand the horizons of written thoughts
After self-acceptance so I can be whole
Sit there fumbling for the right words to say
Your freshly worried face in my sight
Self-hatred forcing us to drift further from happiness
You win with passion, fight with kisses every night
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
What if poetry is just an escape from loneliness?
What if most poets if not all are loners
Who find comfort in speaking with themselves?
These poems are feelings unheard
Sadness outweighing happiness
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
these passing moments with you
could declare a lifetime
of temporary happiness
if only you knew
how important you are to me
innocent games we play
rewriting the rules
changing the motives
never knowing exactly
where the fun ends
i'd like to believe
you would never cheat
there is a fine line between
knowing how to play
and actually playing
which i would assume
is kept exclusive
between us
when desire takes precedence
over consideration towards one another
outweighing the good and the bad of you
becomes unbalanced
as i am always biased
in regards to matters of the heart
even if you never love me
the way i love you
memories we made
will stay creased
on the sheets where i lay
waiting for you to come back
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC
there is a boy who sits in the rain. Right smack on the ground, in the asphalt and dirt, but mud will not ***** further a stain of his token. and this boy is not forgiven, he is desperately lost in the state of broken-barely living which he feels suits him best. for this boy is willing to open wide, take the perverted inside for a price outweighing coins. At the moment they join, in whispered breath, he collects a secret as cold as death. They range from immoral to revolting; each twisted and shameless, yet not enough to dissuade the boy from his task. because this boy is searching for a murderer, solely to ask:
does the guilt make it your fault?
they promised it was not mine at all
And each secret held in his chest has two culprits or more. More than one have committed the same folly. They are disturbed and cracked but not caught, living freely. The filth has a chance to wash clean; they are able to repair themselves. But the murderers? No second chances. Thus they do not come to the boy; they are found by the law. Visible in society and chained in view of the innocent, this boy’s ears echoes with their sins. All the killers of people, spouses, strangers, parents, children, friends, vibrancy. All because of anger, revenge, fetishes, sicknesses...deemed despicable they were left to rot. and that eight year old boy could never understand why they granted him innocence when he was caught. and this twenty-three year old boy will sit in the rain, drenched in sweat as he visualizes the fire and feels the burns that rain cannot extinguish, whilst staring at an empty land plot. and this boy trembles, caressing an old, withered cigarette pack that is one short. Since years ago, this boy has not recognized his worth.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
The problem with us people
With all of our emotions
Overflowing ourselves
And spilling into each other
Is that while we are stumbling
Through our own blind confusion
We fail to remember
That there will always be things
We say but could never mean
Outweighing those
Many, many things
We could never say enough.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Turn on the TV
Nothing but static
Switch to the news
Riots and violence
Brainwashed with lies
Afraid of the new
Judging the different
Just to be "cool"
Side-effects are
Outweighing the illness
The Federal Government
Is keeping secrets
Teens shooting guns
Children are dead
Kids hyped on drugs
But "It's all in your head"
Pop some more pills
Make the pain go away
Cut a little deeper
No one cares if you stay
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Social media is not a necessity.
Many times it is more of a distraction.
For me, one could say,
It became a fatal attraction.
It has some beneficial uses,
But, like guns and drugs,
There are usually outweighing abuses.
A twelve step rehab plan for an addiction?
I'd rather have a plan that's permanent and nonfiction.
The first step to recovery will be just that—
A first step.
So on that basis,
It is essential to take
A haitus.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
As I layed dying,
Praying, "Please God help me out."
The memories flashed before my eyes,
All the good,
And all the bad ones.
The good outweighing the bad.
I remember me being there for you,
I remember you opening up,
But now here I am
The blood pouring out,
And my last thoughts are:
How I let you in,
And you tore me apart.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Layers upon layers
Of not only sheets
But hands
Limbs
Bare to hairy legged ratios
Creating symphonies of friction
Laughs outweighing *******
Clanks of teeth forgetting the catastrophe
Of love over lust.
Innocence is better preserved in a glow in the dark jar
Stuffed with children's movies
Until heavy-lidded two am’s
Versus using creaks of beds
To drown out the white noise
Of are we really happy?
Buzzing in our ears
Like gaudy flies with lightning blue wings
That we wish to swat away
squish between the two of our lips
until we taste subduing blood
or better yet
disguise the insect in a pretty costume
and play pretend.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Instead. You see, Ebony, ivory supremacies, that head-up the baskin + robbins of
23 flavors of supremacy that the united **** of assassins be, divided, conquered
the education system, working together in perfect harmony, coming up with a long-
term plan as the basis for this conspiracy, Ebony would legitimize white special
schools getting paid for by All, voucherization, by their getting special ones
like ivory has for their special supposed Christian, well off kids, the basis
of it had to be a subtle disinformation prog., 'Kid First', which was really 'My
Kid First', determining Charters, for Ebony, and the corporatizing, privatizing
of the public school system, the wants of the 'chosen' minorities, ebony, ivory,
outweighing the needs of the majority, the current destruction of public educ.
we’ve been unable to stop, followed. That backslided our education system to pre-
Plessey vs. Ferguson supremacy court ruling, to a 'separate but not equal' state.
Now, Ebony, ivory are targeting 'Zero-Tolerance', don't let them prey upon kids,
a lessening of terrorism is all we can do, by a video monitor in every classroom.
Soon they'll have done the same with the environmental, climate crisis movements.
'Environmental justice' is their panacea this time, which will allow them to get
from environment 1st of the climate crisis movement to 'my environment 1st' of the
supposed left, making sure any and all tax $ that relates only goes to improving
their demographics environments, and not to addressing climate crisis, when Earth
First is the only answer. As the lock, fix for la machine, the corp. structure,
republican conspiracy, global oligarchy, they enforce, 'might makes right', when
it only might, and always makes wrong, 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts
absolutely'. Gandhi said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”, and "the
root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science". If you don’t want people to
be cowered you must be, "abhaya, fearlessness, most important for an individual
and a nation". Don't listen to the the silence is golden crowd, who are taking
it all the way to the bank. Exercise responsibility, or it's Siamese twin sister
freedom, will wither like an unused muscle as well. Viva solidaridad, evolucion.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC
All this bitterness sat rotting my insides
for over 10 years
now nothing has remained untouched
The faults and flaws
outweighing the attributes
I could no longer stomach my own reflection
not because of my appearance
but because of the ugliness that lay
below the surface
Terrified of my own unguarded thoughts
that were often sharper
than any knives
Blades never quite did as much damage
as the cruelty of my internal dialogue
learning to use words as weapons
the cause of my own demise
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
that night
remember
i'd dug a hole
sick, the sand cold and wet
you ****** me
the room spinning madly
my eyes silenced
& my mouth pained
your need outweighing my own
you are spent and my urge to die, passing
silenced, your heart betraying even there
beachside villa
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
love is a flash of a news
love outweigh the news
love outweigh the flash of the news
news outweigh the news of a flash
news outweigh the news of love
a news of flash is a news of love
outweigh is outweighing a flash of a news
sensation is sensation of a flash
sensation is sensation of a news
sensation is a news flash sensation
sensation is a news flash love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its news
sensation is outweighing sensation to its love
sensation is outweighing sensation to its flash of love
love is a flash of sensation
love is a flash of a flashing sensation
love is a flash of a flashing news sensation
the love of sensation is the love of the news
the love of sensation is the love of a flashing news
a flash of sensation is a flash of a news
a flashing flash is a flash of a flashing love
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
I'm still so
Lost
Inside my
Emotions
I don't even know
What to feel anymore
If I'm being honest
I think my
***** is outweighing
My heart or head.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
I count all the people in my life,
And then I count all the reasons they would leave
The reasons outweighing their presence
Terrifyingly temporary.
Echoes in my mind over and over,
You are alone
And you always will be
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
Life is full of a thousand varying scales
Love and Hate
Anger and Joy
Happiness and Sadness
There must be balance to keep the peace
For some reason however,
One of your scales seem to be offset
Love is outweighing hate by far too much
It’s taking a toll on your soul
You’ve become tired and insecure
From all your love overflowing from your scale
As it floods onto those who are heavy with hate
It’s okay to be angry and unforgiving
It’s okay to be sad and admit hatred
They come on par with healing
For without being able to know these feelings
You will drown in the in between
You are far too wonderful to sink below the pressure
Spare your scales and be honest with your heart
If you weren’t meant to feel both the heaviness and lightness
You wouldn’t have had a heart
Feel the anger, hatred, and sadness
So that you may receive the love, happiness, and joy
Without the consequence of an unbalanced scale
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
i know what i signed up for, working in the service industry, more specifically working as a barista.
maybe i didn't really know
(despite being told for years that i would make a great barista)
i had no idea what was in store
there's good and bad days
with the good outweighing the bad
there's customers who i am getting to know
names and orders standing out to me
there's the pet names i get called
'sweetie, sweetheart, darling, dear'
there's the customers who would rather
stare at their screens than give me
even a second of eye contact
making me feel a little less than a person
there are those who smile and say
how bubbly i am to them
and how they can't understand why
i can be so happy at 4 in the morning
(i don't either but i continue to do so)
there's the customers who talk on the phone
while placing their order
only adding to the chaos during a rush
there are the customers who take a second
pause and tell me their order
before going back to their phone call
there are two sides to every customer
two sides to every interaction
there are always good and bad days
however, it is the good
that always outweighs the bad
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
i find it unnerving,
hearing my voice out loud,
after being branded, growing up
the quiet one, who’s a bit too shy.
small talk is pointless.
the weather is the same—
too sunny, too windy,
everyone’s always
baffled by rain.
we exchange ‘y’alrights’
to seem polite
when no one really cares.
but where i come from,
we ask, dig deep,
we share.
talking is personal.
intimate and sacred.
we ask how your day’s been
with space designated
for your words.
we don’t pretend
sharing doesn’t hurt.
it does.
standing on a stage
fearing becoming
too repetitive, too boring,
running out of stories
to share.
i focus on the words in front,
not on the people who stare.
but it still wrecks me—
and my voice does tremble.
i’m not used to strangers
in moments so tender,
it fills me with dread.
but instead of rotting away,
i’m finding i shed.
i shed the heaviness from inside,
and beneath the words,
i’m fuelled by fire
outweighing the hurt
rubbed reeling.
i’m using it in lanterns
on my journey of healing—
however long it takes.
it is my becoming,
it’s never been a phase.
sometimes it gets dark,
but do witness every line,
observe every spark.
i’ll be here standing—
voice trembling or not.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
The dreams of what I hope and aspire to be are outweighing the pain of my past.
The excitement and beauty I see in my future are worth every bit of disappointment I've conquered.
Yes, the memories of my mind are tying a noose around a struggling heart, but love of my King is replacing it with a crown of worth.
I will grasp what I've always deserved and dreamt of.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Im tired of hurting.
There's so much pain I don't know how to deal with.
Pain that has been there for so long that I've only added to it.
I want release.
Release from any of this pain at all if not it all.
I've given too much power to them and I do not know how to get out of this labyrinth.
I've tried crying out to him but I only feel more and more lonely lately.
I know he is there but why does he feel so far off.
The pain is outweighing the hope that I used to have so much of.
This is not a cry for attention nor a plea just me raging at the world.
I need relief and joy.
Maybe that is why I give so much to these strangers that come into my innocence and then become devastated yet again as they leave me.
I don't know why it surprises me anymore.
It's my own fault.
But the cigarettes don't help anymore and neither does the alcohol so I just feel trapped.
So far down in this pit of self pity.
She is forced to remember all the good things she once knew to be so true about herself.
Painfully beautiful on the inside and out.
The kindest soul you will ever encounter.
The most talented artistic intellect lies within her hands and heart.
She loves the things around her more than someone might love their spouse.
She will go so far, even though she doubts herself.
She is undoubtedly loved by the only one who matters.
She is royalty, a Daughter of the King.
Only the most special people she has encountered really know her and who she is, however they are the ones who run the most.
They marvel at her poise, the way she carries herself and how incredibly gorgeous she is.
She should learn from this.
Find joy again my darling, she needs you to find her.
She needs to be lifted up, she needs to be her again.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
To this morning that came heavy,
outweighing all that troubles the still of my thoughts.
And these news that leaves your heart weary,
And your soul with open sores…
Alike…
And still pictures remains still.
Shed tears but shared empathy.
Shared fears but shed agony.
Alike…
Still pictures remain still.
And I, still.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 9:28 AM UTC