"tradgedy" poems
Nobody respects a liar.
I just want to know if they chose, or just learned to cool down quicker than me.
Im not learning anything about
the riddles I gave myself years ago.
Cardboard sleeves and my truth explodes
When I fall like the last leaf.
What is one thing I have always been?
I have always been an apologist.
What else?
because everyone, you already know that.
I hate female vocalists. unless they sound like they cant stand themselves.
Unless they sound as disinterested in their own voice as I am in mine, I cant stand them.
I only respect female singers who play their own **** instruments.
And I will never have the guts to ask if you're wearing your heart on your sleeve
Or if it's just me and my wearing my heart as my sleeve.
Sometime ago I asked myself if I could see ahead, and I laughed, and hit my ****
Ive suffered,
and Ive sang it off.
Even when I couldnt sing a note to save my pathetic life.
No one respects a liar.
im not a liar.
Im not different at all.
In fact, im exactly what I've been grown around.
Im half alive and I'm nothing but sacrifice and I feel worthy when my worth is measured in something else.
There is not one thing I can stand less than people who do not underdstand their own language.
for gods sake, it's they're, not there. it's here. not heir. it's i BEFORE e.
but im a hypocrite,
because half the time...most the time i dont capitalize any I's that i'm using to explain about myself.
i think it's because it's not worth the stretch to hit the shift bar.
for myself I'm lazy.
I have an eleven key hand span on the piano, and i cannot even type properly.
thats an octave and a half almost.
I was born to be a woman that pays her taxes and has a checking account.
And a four door sedan with two carseats.
And a ring around my finger, a two bedroom house and bedtime stories all over the bookshelves.
I want to teach my partner how to play the ukulele,
i want to show my children that faith is real,
even if god isnt.
I want a family that will have me for the rest of their lives,
through good or bad.
Through tradgedy, illness,
thinness, gain, loss, stress, sobriety,
through debt and through retirement.
I was made to give,
and I feel selfish for writing this.
Because its all about me.
I want to give myself to something.
I want to be the best fiance I can be.
I want to be the best student I can be.
The best daughter.
The best owner to my pets.
The best aunt, neice, cousin.
I want to the best wife
and mother I can be.
I'm not lying.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
It's funny when you need someone to be free.
When the steering wheel isn't liberation,
when you spot smiles from your so-called friends,
and they only put you on pins and needles,
when every word you release must walk the tightrope of judgement,
as starving eyes wait on tradgedy.
It's hard to stay happy when your lover isn't around.
When all the guilt and high crimes circle like vultures,
when your distant relatives keep asking, "are you sure you're okay?"
When everyone paints you as bitter and self-loathing
because you want life to mean much less than this.
It's the memories tying us together.
"Soon" becomes the lifeline, the encourager.
Future prophecies of coffee, blankets, catnaps,
bad movies, and late night discussions subdue the hours.
So,
I'm sorry if I seem coarse.
I'm sorry if I seem vengeful.
But terrible thoughts abound,
when my freedom is away.
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
we're hidden
we hide and confide in our own mirror image
our own pride spies on lies that sorrow has woven
or is that also forbidden?
we can't feel or we'll be felt for
and feelings only feel fine when you don't cross the line
drawn with two left hands, because one left and one right is a sign
that you are alone in a room with everyone there
then time stops
and you feel
then it resumes
and you don't
it's quite simple really
the reality is when we really feel real reality, a feeling of love and tranquility, we feel it was only felt by
deep narrow slits in our brains love capacity, and it has the tenacity to wrap us in dreams that see
what we WISH we could see even if we see it right in front of us
it doesn't exist really
because reality only exists badly right?
"then reality struck" a saying stating tragedy struck
"it was like a dream" meaning memories were made and you relive them every night before sailing away
and never coming back to dock
but you wake up anyways
well I've dreamt tradgedy, and really had reality in my arms while sailing away
dreams are just reality with an emphasis on possibilty
and reality is just a dream that you never have to wish would actually happen
so i hope reality strikes tomorrow, and it isn't like a dream even though it seems that way
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
The sinking starts again in the pit of the stomach up to that empty heart of yours
So emotional and so attatched to possibilities of high hopes and expectations
Drowning in tears again in the darkness of your bedroom in the middle of springs moon
Blossoming with fears of losing everything in the palm of your hands
You had no chance at all because all the chances you had you threw away in daze of indecisiveness
All your insecurities flood in your bedroom as you get lost in your thoughts and forget all your promises
It was so sad, all those choices you made lead you strait to tradgedy
Both you and me,
I swear its both you and me
But your convinced that only bad things happen to you and little black rainclouds hover you in June
I'm not so sure you understand that process is only the beginning and maybe your choices are part of the magic of blind faith
So just escape to optimism
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
i fell in love with you today
the way you kind of rolled your r's
trying to sound more sophisticated
i think thats what did it
your voice was soft as my most favorite blanket
your laugh was sudden and mirthful
i could see your eyes
i could feel you curves
even when i told you about the 49.99
you just smiled with your words
making my fluttering heart drift slowly
to where it belongs
and then you said
"honey do we want to get dvr"
....
i know he isn't good enough for you
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
Another tradgedy
I scrape myself up off the floor yet again
pooling what Left I can catch of me before it seeps into the surrounds
dignity and faith these are all I have
even hope seems a mountain too sheer to climb
the next time I’ll pray for death
or some reason to explicate it all
what use is there when fractals
are all that remain of my higher self
a mass of confusion
of bits repeated
over and at different angles
too shattered to come together cleanly
or even orderly
a disarrangement of shards
shoved into a dark sheath
labeled Eve
to be used and abused
trapped by patriarchy
of the foul unrighteous kind
she endures because she can
she is strength
she is in all things grand
but one weakness
is all it takes
to wash my blood off your hands
and when all the bits of her are grains of sand
only faith can keep her together
as she crumbles to oblivion
defiant and stoic they try to delete her
still bits of her remain
and conscience
will engulf
the sowers
of injustice
and her birth
is her day of clarity
outside of deception
She will be renewed
And in the universe
she will conspire
once again
to prove the depth of her strength
and return The rites of love
to those it was
stolen from.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Have you ever had it
where your heart feels
like it's all swollen up
and it's pressing into your throat
causing you to choke
and your blood
feels more like maple syrup
and you just want to curl up and cry
because your life
is turning into another
Teenage love tragedy.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
In tragedy I find comfort
It kills me to know inside you're dying
But I just need to know my feelings can still export
I'd live in pain and no breathing
Rather than being a numb, empty shell
I'll take forth all of this endless seething
Knowing I'm alive through emotion
Is much more desirable than being stale
Through every silent scream there's promotion
My lungs release lessened breathes
But it's all I have to my name
I refuse to erase this pain
It's all that will ever stay the same
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
There were babies feedin on us.
There were tears crying on us.
Until we grew with ambitious hearts.
Until we changed with our young thoughts.
This was our true meditation for ideals.
This was our song.
We used to jump off fallen logs.
We used to land on soft soiled bark.
But we became confused
like a storm.
We tried to beljeved that
our castle had alligators in the flood.
we dreamed we made out under fog
until we screamed for all the world
to know that our lives felt short.
We couldnt move.
We were paraliyzed from all talks about life.
This was how we fought.
Tears against tears.
The world looked fake.
How do we move away.
How can we struggle to find what is our way.
Im here waiting in a sandy dessert.
My feet loose grip and I slip away again.
Forget about me
We must go on
Since we were never statues for loves
frozen ponds. The geese
the worlds worst tradgedy. And I realize were two
dead seas disagreeing. From what we dreamed of the
Lies we once bought. And cooked in posinous pots of hands
lifting lids in the rising steam.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Is it so hard to be honest?
I never knew. Did you
Ever even care for her,
Or maybe I was the lie.
Was I really just too hard to withstand?
The selfless girl must help,
Again being misused. Misread,
Misjudged, all she really wants is love.
You kissed with compassion,
Like she was the only one.
She knew better though,
Knowing it was all "in fun."
So what about the other,
The one you claim to be yours?
Is she truly important,
Or worth as much as the floors?
Did you lie to her, are you still to me?
You act like there's no tradgedy.
I see your destruction, I'm your victim of pain.
Lord help me not to say this in vain:
Is it her or is it me?
You filthy creature, hurting all
Gentle women. What did we do to you?
You're no man, just simply a fool.
We females aren't dumb,
Sentimental at best.
You're the rude, almost evil,
I don't know 'bout the rest.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Where the staples of our life are ripped out without a say
Where the horrors of the night persist to bleed into the day
Where our dreams are fractured instantly without time to prepare
And the things we never dreamed of turn into a waking nightmare
Tradgedy strikes indifferently, indiscriminately, without any limits see
My heart pours out to you and everyone within your family
The words which I am rhyming never will be quite enough
But the way you hold your head up's the epitome of tough.
I couldn't find a word which captures all the strength you have
But the pain inflicted on you would drive those without it mad.
Retain that strength, maintain that strength,
Constrain within the river banks
The flood of hurt, but most of all
Remain the man who stands so tall
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
When I don't think about the consequences
Of something I have said or done to another...
I try to think of why I felt anger or bitterness was the cause
Or if I felt like being ****** up that day.
I never like to see someone that I love in pain,
But here I go again and again.
It's like being stuck in a trainwreck
Where I can't look away and I can't get out.
Sooner or later, all the people I once called friends
Will separate and wither from my friendship tree
And the only one that I will have to blame for this tradgedy
Is the person with disdain for the human race that lives inside of me.
Like a rat in a cage eating the cheese that isn't filling
Like a Lion in the zoo, seeemingly content, but wishes he was back with his family.
Like the earth that is being destroyed by people just like us, without a second though.
I strive to be like the person that God created me to be.
So, now when I pass a stranger on the street that needs some help,
Or my friend that is constantly making the same mistake over and over..
I'll take out my hand and whisper in their ear-- always will I be here for you.
I'll take the power from the anger and bitterness, making it never again so true.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
That girl sitting there
Such a beautiful tradgedy
Her body a grave
Her mind a travesty
The memories that scream from the deep
The nights she stays awake when she should be asleep
A fine example of anorexia at its finest
Anorexia, thin and spineless
A ghost pushing on
No one questions what went wrong
A disaster barely alive
Her eating disorder began to strive
Pained by her surroundings
Few could see her drowning
Trying to stay afloat each day
Few questioned if she was okay
She was very much alone
'Til the day she was simply bones.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
There were always something beautiful
In those tiny specks of light
That glitters like diamonds in the night
They were named lucky stars;
We thank them
When events go in our favour
As they streak down this grand black canvass
Leaving a line of fire in their wake
We wish upon them so fervently
But I could never wish my destiny on these dazzling lights
The stars we see are so beautiful
But they are light years away
So far our of our reach
So much out of our control
We wish our fates on this twinkling gems
What a tradgedy it is that they are dying
And so are our hopes.
The splendor we see with our dazed eyes
Is only a facade that we wish to see
Stars
They are just dying suns.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
they were in the corner
of the library again this morning.
not here to look for books,
but just a quiet place to look,
deeply into to one another
with eyes smoked
and fingers blind
feeling, touching, questing,
reading familar nooks.
not caring of watchers,
seeking only each other
with silent need bordering
desperation.
they read each others bodies
history, philosophy, tradgedy both greek and modern.
they braile like ****** word,
verse, and chapter whole.
eyes feasting the depth of
others soul.
one final look, one lingering embrace and they part
with shakespearean sorrow
they close the lovers book,
bereft,
until tommorrow.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
Most days i feel worthless
Some days i feel like life aint worth it
I cant help feeling like its time to quit
I cant help being labeled as a misfit.
Some nights i sit alone wondering what people think,
Only to feel bothered when it makes me shrink.
All the time feeling like a lost cause,
Because most i can see in me is all flaws.
I wonder what life would be if it werent such a tradgedy,
But i guess this is the thing we all call reality.
All people see in me is total abnormality,
All these things are making me lose my vitality.
I cant help but to feel sorry to be ungrateful,
but its hard when everything is so painful.
Cant you see these things are what make people hateful?
But all i can do is keep my smile faithful.
These days its so hard to keep my inner peace,
Because inside my mind lives a giant beast.
Please be careful for what you say,
Because today could be my last day.
All i want in this world is love and tranquility,
But making people want to be around me is not an ability.
My mind is slowly losing its mobility,
I cant help that i lack versatility.
Will anybody miss me?
Please help me save me from my own thoughts,
I dont want to end up between tied knots.
What people dont see is depression is a disease,
How i wish i could put my mind at ease.
I wish people can understand what it means to feel ill,
Mentally sick to decrease your living will,
To wish people loved you on a daily basis,
No more faking smiles on your faces.
All people want in this world is to be heard,
But these days everyone thinks your opinion is quite absurd,
To seek help is a cry for attention,
I just wish people understand the word comprehension.
So many people only care about themselves have i mentioned?
The only purpose of this is to bring back love for each other,
Everyone is metaphorically a sister and a brother,
Dont leave someones feelings left to smother.
Why this is all difficult i wonder.
To feel like every situation is a setup,
To talk to someone i need a mental build up,
I just dont understand the way people think,
I just cant keep the people i trust in sync.
Everybody has their ups and downs,
But i feel like mine always has the most frowns.
Until i cant take it no more and i start a meltdown,
I cant sit still when people are around.
I never knew what it meant to believe in me,
Nothing in this world is ever free,
even if wanting to be loved is not meant to be.
I always feel like i owe everyone an apology.
Every choice i make is the wrong one,
Im getting to the point where i say im done,
What my head deserves is a handgun.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
If the sun set everyday
So that the moon could breathe
Then their love story
Would be a tradgedy
But what if
The sun set everyday
So that the moon could shine
And everyone could see its beauty
Just as the sun did
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
i resolve to: understand me,understand you, understand us. each year is a short story, a comedy, a tradgedy, a magical experience. let us not mutate into tragic beings and hold despair in our hands, rather let us morph into the guiding lite that is in our souls and feel the joy in ours eyes and the warmth of our smiles for all mankind to see.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
Im not sure what makes you want to come by
But everytime you do --
you cause damage
damage at the thought of
why you were here
& why youve left
A brief reprieve of your abscence
to be renewed with
self doubt
and everflowing tradgedy
yesterday was your birthday
i wish i could forget
here i am
reminiscent of you
foreboding your next assault
precipitated by a lovers visit
left battered by your inquisition
I will tell you
Next time you decide to pass through
stay.
and this time Im not asking you to stay
here.
Im asking you to stay away.
maybe.
maybe next time
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
Hold your breath
Watch as it all burns down
It's the end, the last goodbye
Close your eyes
There's no need to be afraid
Don't look down
Look up to the sky
And we're chasing our dreams
'Cause we know that it's too late
And I'm trying to believe it's not over
And we're sailing away, to escape
From reality, tradgedy
Hear the silence
Hear my voice, stop bringing me down
Love eachother
End this war, lets move away from the past
Lets get away, move along
Fight this pain, be strong
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Why do I bother
I go on this chat site
Everyone has a profile
With their interests, etc.
I try to engage women
And ask about their lives
They don't seem to care that much
Or want to have a conversation
I would go out and try to meet someone
But I have no money
Despite all my education
I can't find a decent job in California
So I sit at home in front of my computer
At 9:52 pm
Alone again
I guess I will watch Youtube videos
On world war II
Youtube is always there for me
Life is so sad
Some kind of tradgedy
I am a really good person
I have barely any friends
I guess I will go to the gym in a while
Run a few miles
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Where mans best friend is turned back into a wolf
someone's going to get bit.
oh the tragedy of some friendships
sailing backwards into dark ancient wilderness
where dogs are banned, deemed too wild,
too wild, to share the hearth of Man.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC