"unapproving" poems
And who’s to say I’m not perfect?
What are you to know I’m not?
Say, I feel mad, Say, I feel anger
Why,some soul mate I turn out to be
Be unapproving, few cracks on a mirror
And my hands are *****
Are yours too?
oh, how jealousy becomes of me
yet, I am perfect, yet I am right
Yet do not feel fine.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
Number: 2. Undiscovered
3. Untamed
4. Untitled
5. Unamed
6. Unapproving
7. Unexplained
8. Untouched
9. Unchanged
10. Unharmed
11. Unchained
12. Unaccepted
13. Unaquainted
14. Unadmired
15. Unadaptable
1. undesired
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
There is a boy in my closet
The boy is friendly but stays hidden
When I look in the mirror there he is
I became jealous of who he is
He says he wants to come out
I decided to ignore it
But the curiosity grew bit by bit
Until I could barely stand it
"CUT YOUR HAIR"
But when I went downstairs my unapproving mother stood there
The boy wasn’t at ease with what our plan began to be
Because in reality, the boy was really me
But all people can see is she
That part wasn’t cut out for me
I don’t understand the big deal if I'm a he
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 9:56 PM UTC
it has been four months
one week
one day
and five and half hours
since the last time
I saw you
I hugged you good bye
you tugged gently at my bright blue sweatshirt
I imagined that to be your plea for me to stay
You said "I'll talk to you"
I held back tears
as I climbed into a car filled with unapproving stares
I spent twelve hours on a bus
thinking that what went wrong was
disastrous
but that what went right was
magical
I spent the next
four months
one week
one day
and five and a half hours
trying not to.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
You always had that fire
burning in your eyes
Life's force flowed
through your veins
So vibrant , so alive
You had a laugh
that rocked the boat
You made the difficult
into a joke
So I was unprepared
to find you there
Laying still as if asleep
I studied every wrinkle
upon your face
But I could find no trace
of the you
I used to know
I sighed
with the loss of an age
I had come to find
the very last page
Peace was so unbefitting
of the manor I knew
You would be so
unapproving of the show
I came to say goodbye
but you were not there
Instead I found you
in the sunset of my dreams
that night when I looked
up into the stars
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
tears stream down the face of the crying girl.
i know nothing of her troubles.
she can’t seem to formulate or figure it out, and it is wreaking hell on her mind.
then again..
neither can I.
i am stuck in my own feeling.
unable to escape.
i know i must push past and work, so as to please the anger of a unapproving world.
but none of that matters right now.
nothing.
except for the tears that stream down the face of the crying girl.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC