"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
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 1:46 AM UTC
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.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
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
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
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.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
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".
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
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.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
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.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
"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.....
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
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
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
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.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
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
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
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?
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
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.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
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
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 4:36 AM UTC
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.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
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
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
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!
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC