"shity" poems
By Arcassin B
He stares at her,
like theres no chance,
Parten me for being guilty,
Mountains i could move,
but your feelings due for plenty,
he kisses her,
like he doesnt care,
parten me for jealousy,
i was kinda crule,
i shouldnt feel this shity,
he holds her,
like theres no tomorrow,
why do i feel pity,
i feel like a cut up mule,
needing someones empathy,
on the road to her soul.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
A is for ******** we all know a few
B is for ******** they talk to you
C is for can't which really means won't
D is for ******** arseholes best friend
E is for Ego and yours is huge
F is for **** it, you know how it goes
G is for good you're struggling to find
H is for help we need it sometimes
I is for ignorant and so many are
J is for joy and seldom these days
K is for kids, Dont read this page!
L is for lover, I need a new one
M is for ****** we've all hatched a plan
N is for never or at least not now
O is for optomist, as you never know
P is for power a dangerous thing
Q is for quiet, there is none here
R is for random, like this little verse
S is for shity, a day spent at work
T is for time, never enough
U is for useless, you never are
V is for ****** your having a laugh
W is for wages, gone in a flash
X is for xbox a plague on the brain
Y is for you, I missed you today
Z is for zombie as its 0130
And I can't ****** sleep so I wrote a crap verse!
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Often plain will stain Greatness
That which stood so long without
Now can barely hold the word
The word is like tape with no stick left
Merely a shadow of what once was
And if pushed on very hard
There are days it sticks
Still that word quickly falls
Like a placid old ********
Lost the meaning of the word Great
Yet it still stands in all its useless glory
Too proud to sit the **** down
Admit that life…is always shity
Yet we smile
We smile until it hurts
To prove that importance is second
Because sometimes it's good to remember that happiness
Can hurt to reach for in the hands of others
Not because of anything
It is just the price of flying
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Why when you know, the same thing will happen to you... do we subject ourselves to leason's already learned, roads you have already walked? Why do we live it over and over again until you no longer learn from it ?Whens its burned into your flesh as a map that you just retrace beacuse you don't know how to do anything eles. How do you learn the truth? Stop the cycle? He's lieing, i know he is, i knew he would, and still i fought for him. I hurt someone i loved and cared about, my friend... For what? to take on his shity fantasy, to know when he lies,and to turn the other way? to carry the weight of his faults and have them passed on to be my own? Tuesday i go to remove you completely from my body and wash away the stain you have left inside my womb. I walk away from you, the walking dead, you will not be the end of my heart!I am the mother ******* pheinox and you are just the ashes, that i leave behind at my feet. Your sickness stops with me.
Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 7:52 AM UTC
This isn't a poem. Its just me ranting about my shity life. For all of those who dont want to here someone rant about there shity life, there is no one forcing you to read this.
So i'll start by saying that I hate my life. I want to have fun all the time but I cant. I'm to busy helpin my dad. Now what kid doesn't want to help out his old man. Me thats what ****** kid. Jut because I jump up and do something doesnt mean that you can ask me for anything and I'll do it. that not how it works. I'm an adult now and I dont have to tae you'r **** But that's right I do have to take it. Why? because im a piece of **** and dont have anywhere else to go. So here I sleep on you couch and smoke **** and go to work. wake up and do it all over again. everyday. over and over. I hate this **** my life **** bad enough with Her and all my stupid depression **** that I cant help and that you dont understand. I dont see how you can't tell that your own child is dying. I need to be free or go insane. You've seen me snap plenty of times. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just want my old life back. I want Her back. I want it all back. I want mom back. and miss I want her back too. I want my tree house we built. The jeep we always drove everywhere. The big house with room to spare not some little appartment under the place we work. I can't handle this **** I'm ****** up I know but you dont have to tell me that. I know Im a piece of **** but whatever. I have some fuced up **** going on in my head and I don't know how to deal with it. If poeple knew what I thought I would be killed or something. arrested for sure maybe torcherd or some **** Anyways hope all you readers did'nt mind that to much. I think I'm just gunna call it quits on life. I'm to tired to put on the fake smile. later guys
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Just another night
Of drunk
Phone ***
And shity
Poems
But hell
I should at
least go to bed
Wishing you
all well
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
Behold, the broken soul
The pain of others drips from angry teeth,
A true destroyer,
Willing to destroy his own world to decimate yours,
Hate cowers like a ***** in his presents,
Passion in veins colder than ice,
But still truer than a touch.
No amount of bleeding will suffice,
A price that stops short of my life,
Store bought anguish,
But you cannot reside where this pain lives,
You wanna fight,
I wanna bleed,
But we will only feel a need,
For all the sorry's said in jest,
I am not the boyish clown,
You already know I am the worst,
When it comes to girls, I'm gonna flirt,
But I always came home to you,
Never lies, only hard *** truth,
I never meant to be so ruthless,
I am merely akin to pointing out ********
And when you speak,
I have no doubt!
Cause shity words come out of your mouth!
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
I scream I ****** cry
You hear me!!
Yeah!! I'm Pissed man
At you!!
Why weren't you here man
I needed you
I was on the ground too
Man lost it
Couldn't do it
I don't wanna do it
**** this ****
**** this life
It ain't right
Every day man every shity day
You know how it goes
Down the bowl
You do it right
Then they let you go
People like us
We can't do **** jobs
Naaa man don't think so
They can kiss my ********
I want to die
But I won't
I'm Too strong
I bounce the **** up
And it's ******* me off
Where are youuuuuuu!!
**** you then
Pinche Anthony man
I should have let you get
Empire tatted on your neck
Bad Idea hu
Yeah now I'm watching
Your laugh in slow motion
Hope you get
Ran da car dover
****
Hahaha
**** I want some
French cries with this
****
**** you man
I'm ******
I want to slobber on your shoulder ******
Just like you
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
BYAB
Blame , my , dad ......
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
You didn't see me as I passed: My *** !
My smile fell flat before you like a missed catch
Oh your busy going about your day I know
Places to go people to see but never me
It was as if I don't exist, oh gosh am I dead!
Then who's the voice inside my head
It matters not I guess until your in your next mess
When you once again plague my door with all your woes
I get it, I'm just a mat for you to wipe your shity feet
I can't wait again for that old treat
But next time when you come to call you'll find no one behind my door.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Mister Sun light my way
You've been away to long
In the dark is where I've stay
Sorrow is my only song
I could use some fun today
But I fear soon I'll be gone
I'm so tired of the tears
I'm so tired of the lies
I'm so tired of the fears
I'm so tired of all the sighs
I'm so tired of all these years
I just want to lay down and quit
I don't want to stay here
I just want to exist
Life is what I fear
It only gives me ****
Cut my wrist, make them bleed
Throw this shity live aside
Swallow these pills so I no longer breath
I just so very much want to die
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
To his Father from a son
worked as printer
went to work on his disrealey gears
mostly came home quite shity
and just sat there being served by mother so pritty.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Writing shity little poetry in this luxurious home, it's not mine but who would have known. It doesn't really matter where I write
It's just my feelings pouring out from from the inside
But sometimes there not my feelings at all
And for some they say I shouldn't write it at all
It may not get me anywhere in life but it is just really nice to sit down and write
Just to move people's feelings from here to there is like a super power I possess with just speaking out some air
So am I going to stop writing?
Probably not, I am going to do it weather you like it or not
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Mister Sun light my way
You've been away to long
In the dark is where I've stay
Sorrow is my only song
I could use some fun today
But I fear soon I'll be gone
I'm so tired of the tears
I'm so tired of the lies
I'm so tired of the fears
I'm so tired of all the sighs
I'm so tired of all these years
I just want to lay down and quit
I don't want to stay here
I just want to exist
Life is what I fear
It only gives me ****
Cut my wrist, make them bleed
Throw this shity live aside
Swallow these pills so I no longer breath
I just so very much want to die
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Yes! God after a series of thoughts thought to himself, in a world full of jerks I'll create a good person they can abuse, so I can balance it all out.
And so came my existence, without a will to live a shity life, that I live now.
I didn't have a right to object, so God made me into an advocate of the world.
Now in the meantime I eat muffins and try to avoid the pain. And I pick through flowery thoughts, whuch one will torture me the most.
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
My mind won’t shut up.
Count the breaths and listens to sleepcasts
like it should.
Am I bored with being happy?
I clung to creativity as the lifeline in my desperate years
and now it sits in the corner of my room
as one of the many things that spark joy
but isn’t instantly gratifying.
Dissociating is the only push I feel to write,
So I guess I haven’t been quite out of sorts
for a bit.
I have to be up in 5 hours.
I should sleep.
I feel my heart unbonding from the things that keep me.
I don’t see the damage quite yet.
I broke the empty Pyrex bowl that held my lunch earlier.
Right before I got on the train.
Right inside my cloth lunch bag.
I was embarrassed. And i smelt of chilli.
So i tossed the whole thing in the trash-
im heading for the hills.
I’m running.
I can’t be that invested in anything and i know it.
Wide awake and it’s almost midnight.
I don’t want to be the reason I slid right
Back down that shity spiral.
In the shape of sadness.
In the shape of discontentment.
Why is disco in that word?
Go to sleep now.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC