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"uncomfort" poems
An airless wind Fills with sadness Floating around Whimpering By words of uncomfort Intricated noise Pierce my very ear Quenching tirely From a world of emptiness Expressions in Salvia As my throat Dryness with death
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 1:46 AM UTC
Saliva Expression
uncomfortable itching skin wooly sweater clung around my neck. closed fist around my chest. tip-toeing, balancing upon eggshells around myself. unwilling to utter the two syllables. thoughts tugging on leash, restricted corners too dangerous for venture. fear of the uncomfort, of acceptance. but there are times where self-control is out of reach where it strays, undetected. heaviness of slumber suppresses barriers, finding my way back to you. and for those eight hours i find me in your arms, dancing to jazz tunes. and for those eight hours you lips taste of peppermint and cigarettes. and for those eight hours i finally feel the comforting warmth of your voice and the musical tones of your laughter. to my dismay, the sun ultimately rises and time comes that i must wake once again. brief moments of normality and confined happiness. once again the cold sinks in and my chest concretes, lump in throat and strained vocal chords. once again i find myself on the ledge of sanity and hysterics. and then i realize i've always been this way.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
nyquil blanket
Are minds supposed to race so much at 10:30 pm? Every sound Sight Touch Igniting more anger and uncomfort But silence doesn't make it better Nothing does Maybe if I were smarter I wouldn't be so confused Stuck doing 15 papers at 10 pm Every question Or sentence in a book Making me more confused and infuriated My stomach churning with anxiety My head aching My face wet with tears of defeat Don't open that box You've been clean for so long And I didn't I didn't open the box And didn't grab the farmiliar blade within it I know I couldn't stop once I did So I didn't It's not easy But I'm trying I promise
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
I'm Trying
a week back home wed to tuesday of the fifth i had a long series of peaceful and sleep field nights aching from the uncomfort of my original twin bed to the admiration of my ry and bru a second flew by oh too very soon i am determined to be better stinging with back aches
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Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
popsickle cold in inferno heat
Sore shoulders and weak knees, my body is trying to tell me something. Lactic acid is building up in my muscles, settling in my bones: the end to the cycle. Tomorrow will begin a theater of interactions that matter, I should take a lesson in concentration. This isn't what I want, I yearn for the aches, I love the uncomfort. Busy work makes me dismissive, and the people don't help either. Smooth-brained and simple minded, it's just a future version of what could become of me. An inch lift under foot is enough to ignite my intuition. A weaker version of myself negotiates with my newly forming self: offering dull reward and a safe spot reserved for my passive pleasure. Real life low lives are enough to show me what I want. Sore shoulders and weak knees, they beg me to stop. But I didn't ask their opinion.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
Sore Shoulders and Weak Knees
I wish that when you moved your head you were turning over to tell me something beautiful and that when you adjusted your legs it would be as subtly purposeful as when I moved mine because when I breathed it felt like our bodies were flowing together sinusoidally from head to foot. And our hands snarled, hardly together, close to thick barbed wire our fingernails scratching each other’s palms. Despite mental unrest for two hours I did not feel uncomfort, my chest warming your soft shoulderblades.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
[I wish that when you moved your head...]
You were there, in the parking lot There is something beautiful In the moment When you are screaming at me Personal, personal words Flung at me In the presense of the public They look at us And see horribly unstable people "This is not the place for fighting. They should know better" But they don't see you Looking at me ⫬ saying "I hate you", but, rather, "I have a problem with you. I want to work this out, But right now I'm really upset &Have; to yell".
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
An Uncomfort Scene
From monday through wednesday leaves have crisped up cutting cutler hall streaks and a car flying twisting down route fifteen mean trucks made kind passing over with and around gas injection wells quite old and scenic. No more free merchandise. Nothing soft or sturdy. Nothing even red and dripping. Raised eyebrow fooling into choking uncomfort unsound reasoning. I never thought about it like that before.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
first week of school
It's loud. Sounds reach a level of uncomfort. I don't hear it, but I see your lips, moving apart a long distance. What are you yelling? Your words go in one ear and out the other. Your screams make my body shiver, but then indifference. The world on a standstill, no reaction to the action. Saving me from the agony, the pain. It all sinks in the unconscious, not for long. There's a 4GB limit.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
Blank.
I've got a purple heart, I've fought no battles but my own. I heard the bombs go off In the uncomfort of my own home. And when the war was over, I'd be standing all alone, Mother in emotional infermory, Father on the phone. He'd try and tell me its alright When it was never okay Said son, salute yourself On veterans day.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Veterans Day
"i've been down a minute and i've been trying to find my way home" everything changed. i've lost everyone. or almost. dad who used to be my adviser is away and busy and i can't upset him with my stories right now he'll get worried about me and he and mom are don't need anymore trouble right now. i may have to change schools for my own sake but i don't want to leave the one im already in. it's a hard thing to explain but my school is my environment that ******* place ***** you in with all these cliques and groupes and "friends" it's where i belong and don't belong at the same. i want to stay close to chalbi he's kind of a piece of sanity in that crazy ******** am i in love with him? or am i trying to make myself believe that because khalil is gone and i don't have anybody to love now? what about bahe? he loves me. what the **** is wrong with me? i want someone i can love and who doesnt love me back! what the **** i am ****** up n im sick of it and i wish people would give me a break. its either stay in the **** hole of a school with all the fake ******* and old friends and uncomfort but be at home or start off fresh in a new place and work hard because if i dont step up my game at school for this year and the next im for sure ****** but close to chalbi.....
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
11/08/2015
Tell me, how do you tell someone you don't love them anymore When the past year of together Has turned to one of uncomfort When you are too scared to hurt But too hurt to stay When he goes from a stranger, friend, to lover He might go straight back to the beginning Tell me, how do you tell the one you love You don't love them anymore
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
How?
you didn't have to touch me to instil fear in my body silencing me from the screaming and rage in your eyes i saw the devil i saw the same hatred as the man who tortured me you didn't have to touch me to awaken my trauma i cried harder than i ever have hyperventilation the pain was inflicted inside but hurt worse than cigarette burns and you told me you'd take me home but when I asked you insisted I laid in bed and ignored my uncomfort knowing I was too afraid to walk out the door putting your arms around me, I was stiff and my cries were screams and I had never hyperventilated that hard before like I forgot how to breathe I can't handle reliving those moments you basically held me against my will for your own comfort when I was the one in pain I never thought I'd be the same after that you kept telling me you loved me but you were just obsessed and wanted me in your possession.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Untitled
Be happy just smile, be carzy for a while, be wild with me, be you what you want to be, love yourself first then care others, first aim your goal then go for others, fly in the sky high i know it's your dream, breathe independance as it's your need, break off the cage bring out yourself, you are good but be the best, jump into your dreams, and take them out in your eyes, you will definately start living them it's my believe in my mind, push the uncomfort out of sense, crumble the lines of limits and fence, which is stoping to you to do this all, make a start and go on with small-small, upgrades in you
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Some lines for you
You still left me. I did everything to please you. Everything was for you. I took the extra time on my makeup so it was flawless in your presence. An extra half hour of killing and taming my hair so it Looked like beauty queen material Just to hear you call me beautiful And look at me the way you did when You really felt good to be around me. Several occasions, if you recall, I brought your favorite foods to you when you worked. Just to see your face light up and So you knew I would do anything to give you What you wanted. I don't remember a second I didn't spend Thinking what more I could do for you. I took three too many steps Out of my comfort zone Just to please you. To give you what you wanted. Even in my state of uncomfort, I knew you still didn't care about my Feelings. Truly care, anyways. And all this time.. All this time of my extra efforts and going so far, far out of my way You were still too selfish To see past your small green eyes of confinement. And I hope one day You regret letting me leave. You see how good I was to you. Giving you the world and then some. You were just too oblivious To see what was good for you. You let it go. You let me go. You kept wanting more and more. And I didn't know what else could be done. And I'm still sorry for not being able To give you everything you Wanted. I hope one day you can Feel the pain you Put me through.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Taken Aback..
You see a lot of girls talking about their insecurities But hardly any boys speak about theirs It’s like we’re simply not allowed Like it’s a rule that you can’t be open about your feelings Well I am I’m one of the few boys who are I’m comfortable enough to talk about my uncomfort And there’s a lot of it Some boys can relate to girl problems I relate to them all I bleed every month I’m uncomfortable with a lot of my body I feel feelings Everyone feels feelings Girls are encouraged to talk about them But what about us boys? Can’t we be sensitive? Because some boys are insecure And we need to express it
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
Insecurities
what is life what am I doing to complain of doing the same but make no push to do different it feels miserable that my life is a broken record on repeat bottles of water in my room judge so does all the food they watch as I suffer in silence my head feels like it's swelling with emotions unreleased it's so heavy to pick up I rather rest in bed with a body already so restless sleep does nothing for it I feel like **** and I can't escape this room suffocating by the binds of guidelines drowning in uncomfort of my home I barely bathe three times a week if lucky I hold in my *** because I don't like the way my ***** hits the water I pinch my ears so I don't have to hear I jab earphones in so I feel invisible when I leave my room to eat I blast music so it deafens the depressing state of my reality the only peace I feel is when I drift into sleep only then my reality becomes something more manageable so why shouldn't I sleep forever?
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
just like a cannibal
Stagnant for almost ages, a shift in the universe creating cracks at the core. It's just change they say, progress feeding life until it's bloated and now it's heavy. Why ruin a good thing? A journey they say, forgetting to mention the skepticism & uncertainty in between, the back and forth. Left right, left right. It's not comfortable, there was a home. A beacon of safety when entering the door, laying in a bed surrounded by the diffused atmosphere of who you once were and now. Why ruin a good thing? Now it's time to find an opening inside uncomfort, where you might fit best so that you're warm every night.
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Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
Pt. 1
Speak of the burden you carry Or forever hold your peace For you are all that I seek Sacred within me I bleed for you in holy matrimony For you are my matriarch For me you ask that I peak Uncomfort as you are perceived To me you are a dream An everlasting soul tie As I vow to fix all of your cries As I speak of no lies To my sweet divine Love is within my eyes
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Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
Untitled Love in July
Irritation starts from the neck, ends with a death Enjoy your final mouthful of scrambled eggs Delivered and served at ninety degrees Boiled for safety, venomous traces Left behind by smaller specimens. Tic-Toc goes the **** "Time for awakening," it said crowingly Testicles hanging, hence the chickening Dropped your ***** called for emergency Tedious struggle to reach the butter Peanuts would be less of a trouble Loaded into void, residents are given anesthetics Uncomfort fades until all the debts get paid With a grin on their face they said "Excellency decides where we'll be placed." So hold still and accept your fate You're just a plain old, regular pancake.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
Dairy Diary
the uncomfort, t i g h t              n e s s like we're always on different planes of pain, but rarely inter- secting, this erratic strain to relate when we're making excuses and avoiding the issues but kissing anyway-- h e l p l e s s                      n e s s-- -LNM
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Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
Untitled
dragonlit backpack shining on my wet hands i dipped in the river of my dreams. i felt them fading swept away like dust in the wind- i didn’t try to hold on because i was living as i just woke up. i lay there thinking of new things like kisses and hugs and dreamy laughs and hair. i wondered about nothing in particular as i lay on my bed slightly dizzy and waiting patiently without words, only images to wake up well. so i woke up and i stumbled as the blood dropped through my body from my brain and i felt awaker and forgetting of the uncomfort just before, after i had washed my face with cold water. some time later a flash of silver and green against a blue transparent transpiring sea still with low thin clouds and streams of blue reflection glimmering gently and safely against the beating of my heart which i did not feel consciously. i had just woke up and i was thinking about my day. what i have to do, yet without stress. harness and live up only the best stepping when you’re not dizzily pushing and scraped knees and elbows (unscarily) past the high stems and bush flowers. see, there are flowers even there. dragon light, be mine, is mine. is me. i love my dragon spirit and i’ll walk across these stones this year even better. even further, faster, harder work is my achievement to be me! oh what a feeling and joy to live and have and experience and see. isn’t it great when your eyes don’t blur out when you’re thinking (it’s a cycle- i’m tired and i blur and get caught in my thoughts then i waste time and sleep late and am tired again) so this year i’m stepping with more skill and like the still water i’m peaceful gentle and strong. too beautiful to stare at too long because it’s uncomprehendable beyond my comprehension and perhaps i shouldn’t waste time trying to comprehend at all, not that i had. yet it was some strange feeling to consciously know something was out of my reach. at least it is there, it is enough that i live with it. i will slowly understand the fullness of it of living this is a metaphor perhaps. dragonlike soul lionlike soul catlike soul human soul i’m living!
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
dragon
dragonlit backpack shining on my wet hands i dipped in the river of my dreams. i felt them fading swept away like dust in the wind- i didn’t try to hold on because i was living as i just woke up. i lay there thinking of new things like kisses and hugs and dreamy laughs and hair. i wondered about nothing in particular as i lay on my bed slightly dizzy and waiting patiently without words, only images to wake up well. so i woke up and i stumbled as the blood dropped through my body from my brain and i felt awaker and forgetting of the uncomfort just before, after i had washed my face with cold water. some time later a flash of silver and green against a blue transparent transpiring sea still with low thin clouds and streams of blue reflection glimmering gently and safely against the beating of my heart which i did not feel consciously. i had just woke up and i was thinking about my day. what i have to do, yet without stress. harness and live up only the best stepping when you’re not dizzily pushing and scraped knees and elbows (unscarily) past the high stems and bush flowers. see, there are flowers even there. dragon light, be mine, is mine. is me. i love my dragon spirit and i’ll walk across these stones this year even better. even further, faster, harder work is my achievement to be me! oh what a feeling and joy to live and have and experience and see. isn’t it great when your eyes don’t blur out when you’re thinking (it’s a cycle- i’m tired and i blur and get caught in my thoughts then i waste time and sleep late and am tired again) so this year i’m stepping with more skill and like the still water i’m peaceful gentle and strong. too beautiful to stare at too long because it’s uncomprehendable beyond my comprehension and perhaps i shouldn’t waste time trying to comprehend at all, not that i had. yet it was some strange feeling to consciously know something was out of my reach. at least it is there, it is enough that i live with it. i will slowly understand the fullness of it of living this is a metaphor perhaps. dragonlike soul lionlike soul catlike soul human soul i’m living!
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