"pettiest" poems
As I sat down by the lake,
And watched the waves come and go by,
I saw a group of mermaids, who came by for a chat,
I was surprised, as they called each other fat.
Worried about the pettiest pimple,
I realized, they were no different,
They talked about how handsome their Duke is,
As, each of them yearned to be a Duchess.
When it was getting dull,
I saw a seagull,
I cheered for him, as he picked up a fish,
I was free like him, I wish.
I decided to sit there, and blend into the essence of the lake,
Till the water turns into snowflakes.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
What do you say to life
When it comes knocking on your door
Saying "Your time is almost up"
And you look at all these things
You wasted
Remember that dusty keyboard your mother bought for you
Instead of buying groceries she bought you that
Because you'd always wanted to play the piano
But your family budget wouldn't allow
Extra expenses for the lessons and the piano
And you played simple nursery rhymes on it
London bridge and twinkle twinkle
And found joy in matching some notes from songs you loved
But you took it for granted
And that sacrifice
Was wasted on you
See those gray hair stands your father started having when you went to college
And you believe it was most likely because he was trying to send both you and your sister to good schools
Because your government fails to provide free quality education
To the youth it expects to carry the nation through
Yet when was the last time you touched that hair
Do you even recall how it feels to run your hand through your father's hair,
His face,
His floor plans?
Those
Were wasted on you
Hear your sister breathe peacefully
As she dreams of the storks movie you went to see this afternoon
In your futile attempt
To correct all the wrongs you did to her for twelve years of her life
How your destructive, violent behavior
Was always poured out into her sweet, innocent soul
Because you justified that you were afraid
That if she didn't fear you
She would never learn to be strong
And face the world
But in truth you were just a monster
And you realize now
Now that time's running out
You realize that those first twelve years were the most important
Because if you only did the right things
Your bond would have been cemented
But you were a monster
Who did not know how to express the tides of love
Who damaged her emotionally by pelleting her with bullets of unnecessary lectures about the pettiest things
And you cry and plead
For life to bring it all back
To bring all those years back
Because more than anything else in the world
It is your sister you love most
And she was wasted on you
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
Why can’t I get an attitude when I’m not invited?
Throw a tantrum like a spoiled toddler.
I want to shout and complain when things are going awry.
I want to withhold my words until things fall in line.
I shall carry these grudges until they bury me deep!
You’ve ****** me off, so a slap is what you need!
I want what you have, so I’m taking it from your grasp,
as I walk away joyful; the thought of you is now part of my past.
I want to be the pettiest person you’ve ever meet,
but I’m an adult; so all I can do is fake-smile and pretend.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
It's not that I'm silent I'm, rather,
lost for words
Because this series of events are the worst I've heard,
In a minute.
this is more than simply "under the weather" because this is a divine tragedy.
A story ,of the battles, of vassals, retainers and traitors;
heavens tribulations and its resounding failures.
Shocked; What took days, now hours.
The pettiest wrath is one born from wanting, fraudulent men exhibiting the worst of fruedian plans
and add a Hate:
born from nations divided, in ways outsiders decided: for the pay;
to make use of the weak till this day,
I can't comprehend this.
It's like the collective consciousness has taken cyanid the: matricide, fratricide, parricide and pedicide; is this an attempt of suicide?
Can't imagine terras eyes, Being terrorized by the homies side
blighting it's own kin, queens and this King's pride.
Is this blaze worth it's years to come when you burn away the blood that flows through us all and purge the graces we won,blessed with a unity, cursed by sub division, the delusions they built dictate how we liv'in.
I can't lie, at times like these I can only try an fly
forced to contemplate the irreconcilable and the priceless how can I evaluate the hate when I know it's love that elevates, so...
how can I;
I'm on the hated and hatful side, oh my what a time, what a time, to be alive.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Why am I so self destructive?
I can create such beautiful things...
But then I destroy them.
I live with the pettiest of fears.
Ones I can ******* get over.
So why can't I get over them?
******* my destructive self.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC