"underachiever" poems
I don't care any more
nor do i care any less
but i'm your lover, not your *****
and you're the reason for this mess
Parading your **** like you're in command
I have limits to your inane nonsense
I'm finally making my stand
No longer giving out to your reasons
I will stand tall, no matter what
Shape up and become a Man
Quit thinking below the waist
and treat me like I know you can
Empty vessels would clang the most
Never exercising the need to be humble nor coy
You're an underachiever with the penchant to boast
You were never a man, but a childish little boy
But, no matter what you have done or who you have become, i still see the passion within you
I see a pure love that we have created, one that is so true...
Although you have made many mistakes in the past
I am still sitting here willing to stick around for this love i know will last...
for ever and until the end
until they lay us six feet under
hand in hand as we die
i will be your lover
a lover to cherish the ground you walk on,
even when you stumble and shake,
i'll be your first in command,
because with you, there is too much at stake.
i want to be that lover,
who awaits in adoration of your arrival,
that one lover,
who loves you until our love is final.
I carved my chest and gave you this heart.
We flowed through the nile and overcame ocean tides.
A seed of bliss you planted in me and our love was born once more, leaving me scarred.
I thought you were proud and passionate but the truth was cloacked by your lies.
You dined with others while I recovered.
I resent you but appreciate the gift of new life that we have, this bond we share may never break,
for it's the only bond that makes us care.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
There is a poem I can't write, it only has two lines
But I'm not a minimalist, I'm an underachiever.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
There are those days you can truly hold onto the fact that
your minor acts of kindness are nothing extraordinary.
Actually, you could just sit in the mirror and realize
that you are over-applauded for little effort.
But like hell you won't accept the praise.
Like hell you will try to improve.
Why even raise the standard?
They adore it just as it is.
Half-baked ********
Set your bars
low enough
you could
only go
up.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Feelings of being ******* over
Thoughts of betrayal can't get over
Abandonment feels like punishment
Unworthy of these righteous emotions
Hard to get through
keep the lies from coming true
Stand up to the opposers who turned their back
Taken lightly over skills
Underrated for pursing a career
Overlooked success by underachiever
Slipped over for the next never given a chance
Promised but not given proper treatment
Lies and delays shutdown interest
Cold and dark till it's over
Not sure what to say the day is ruined
Can't compromise neglect
Dishonest words get no respect
But see as a waste of time
Never cross paths in the future
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
it may not look like it, but i am trying very hard.
you think i’m bad because i’m late to class even though
you don’t know why. look at my essays like you know
what grade they’re going to get, when you haven’t even
read them yet. you think because my quiz scores aren’t
perfect that i don’t understand.
but people have different capabilities;
maybe i’m not where i’m supposed to be,
and i need you to stop judging me for that.
all people ever see is how it looks like;
you’re never going to understand if you don’t try.
i haven’t slept right since school started, trying to solve
math problems which don’t seem to make sense. i read
the textbook before i was asked; did every single thing i
was supposed to. it’s crazy. it meant waking up at dawn
after sleeping at two in the morning.
you don’t know how it feels when your best is never
enough, and you have no idea how hard it is to keep
doing that, to keep trying anyway.
you don’t know how often we break.
i have learned to count myself strong, not because i win my
battles, but just because i face them.
we learn to compromise, sacrifice. i don’t have poems
in my head anymore (it’s a mess in there), and i don’t
have the energy to play sports. i don’t see my friends
except in the corridors, all in a rush to get somewhere.
we get no credit, and all the shame. our stories don’t
get told; they’re not the ones where people clap at the
end. we are neglected, felt sorry for, or hated. we are
spectacular at failing to amaze.
we have learned to cheer for ourselves because no one
else will. learned to act like it’s not a problem, that
coffee is your best friend, and you spend nights
studying, just to get lower scores than the rest of them.
tell yourself you’re not tired even when the minute you
start to rest you feel like you’re collapsing. always feel
like crying but you stop yourself; who cares if you’re
exhausted? you still have to finish those papers; you still
have to answer those tests.
what does any of it mean? why am i graded with a C or
a D? are they telling me i will not lead a good life, that i
am doomed already? my story has not started and no, my
fate will not be decided like this. you cannot pass
judgments on my character based on numbers on a paper.
i am more than all these requirements that never end. i
am the work i put into them. so instead of looking down on
me, let us carry ourselves with some dignity. after all, it’s not
a game; it’s not a race. we’re all stuck in the same place. and
the world is tough for everyone, regardless of our “grades.”
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Stop your stuttering heart
And attempts to explain how this is complicated
Let me lap the language from your mouth
Until the words become sound
There is nothing complicated about a moan
Or trying to catch your breath
Let me love you primal
Let me rewind your dizzy gut
So I can love you backwards
So we can start at the end
And you can see that we both die happy
There are no words to explain your presence
How I know that at least
One of those hits on my poetry page is you
Even then
You’d need a stethoscope to hear the subtle changes in my heartsong
So don’t give me reasons why this won’t work
You should know by now
That I was born to surprise people
I’m an underachiever
You can let slide by this time
We both know how this ends
Let’s get past this and
Go straight to the good part
Where I turn your doubts into sounds
Even a baby can understand
Adults coo sometimes
Let me be a quiet sigh of relief
In order to mask the mumbles
Of your fear
Let me turn you into a sound
A moan
A sigh
A quiet breath
And then
Let me love you
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
They keep calling me an underachiever.
I don’t understand is this all a contest. What is there to achieve?
There is no hope for you
Young boy young girl
You drive too fast up north
little boy little girl
You are running from mediocrity
little girl small girl
You fill your lungs and heart with poison
little man little woman
I refuse to watch the streets take you
darling girl
sweet girl
Be beautiful forever
There is hope for you
my girl my woman
Drag yourself from your demons
my boy my man
dance
dance
dance
with the world my girl
Don’t turn blue on me ever again
dancing girl dancing girl
See the world through the songs of redemption
and recovery,
Sweet
Little
Beautiful
Dancing girl
Go
Be still
Be free
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
When I look in the mirror I see a failure.
When I look down I see unaccomplished feet and unskilled hands.
I have mentally collected every synonym for disappointment,
Loser, loafer, underachiever.
The worst part is others see it too.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
Ive become
this permifried *****
this unintelligent underachiever
this messy mistake
The drugs in me now are nothing compared to what you did to me
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
You asked me once, jokingly
Which one of us was the reacher
And which was the settler
Well baby, you’re a reach like luna
Before America and space sixty nined
Or Arm was strong
The Harvard to my underachiever
You’re the explorer staking a claim
I’m the protagonist
In a Lee Child novel
I reach and I love you for it because
You were Midas to my life
And if I could bottle and sell what you do to me
I would be fat and rich
Something in your gorgeous double helix
Makes me walk a little straighter
And speak a little louder
They say darkness is the
Absence, not the opposite of light
And you noon my shadow like none other
The heavens to a dreamer
You’re unattainable but that’s the point
I could reach for you
For the rest of my life
And I believe
I will
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 2:25 AM UTC
I’d rather sparkle if I had the chance to shine
Rather taste if given the chance to dine
I’d rather a grape fresh off the vine
Over expensive bottles of velvety wine
I like to sip over drinking it in
It’s “we’ll start soon” instead of “let’s begin”
I gamble gladly when I have a sure win
Talking to angels while living in sin
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
It feels like hating me is like a leathal lotto
Different days different ppl more flawed ppl trying to bring me down to their level than come up to mine
If its not a drunk aunt on my case I'd have mor respect if she was sober
It's my underachiever cousins ganging up on me
Maybe my adolescent siblings trying to give me a hard time
My drug addict uncle going off on me because he doesn't have that fix
Over my divorced relatives hate on my happiness since I didn't make the mistake called marriage.
You act like somebody in my world but in others your nobody and have no say.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
What is the meaning ?
why am I here ?
childless, loveless & free ....
I don't want that it just has to be me
Born & immediately expected to die ..........
a living medical miracle riding high.
50yrs on, One paw in front of another,
I'm still marching on, still marching on, marching on,
marching on, & on & on.
What's my purpose ? what's your plan ?
I keep starting over & shedding new skin,
like a Chameleon lost in a cold desert.
An underachiever was what I was told ..........
Politely removed from the education system.
Too creative.
Too much of a responsibility.
A liability.
A tie
A problem
Junior me .....
Escorted to school, from the class room
I sat and watched whilst others played below in the play ground,
I rarely ever played out.
Never naughty...... how could this be when ........
constantly tethered, my freedoms was severed.
In my room - the chaos erupted
rage whipped like broken china raining round my little heart.
why could I not be like everyone else, I scream, why did I have to be me !
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
David was waiting. Always waiting.
David did not know for what.
He didn’t speak until three years of age -
regardless of the speech therapists.
School came and school went
David the underachiever
who always got good grades
his mind wandered
and he spent most of his time inside of day dreams
he moved around a lot
always friends with the outsiders
punk rock, heavy metal, hip-hop
skate boards and ink
comic books and stand up comedy
one summer he met drugs and alcohol
and fell in love for the first time
with altered perceptions and thoughts
all the while -
David was always waiting,
but now, he was searching
searching for something -
******* anything which would bring it all full circle
whether he was shy or reserved is up for debate
but he always sought solace behind the locked door
notebooks began stacking up under beds
and thoughts began finding their way out of the nest
until the day he graduated high school with honors
He came upon the realization
that the time for waiting is over
the waiting - but never the searching
and David is out there - somewhere
looking for answers that he might never find
but at least he took the leap
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
Time, will we have enough in this world?
As we wonder along in this dark land we call Earth.
I wonder to myself if we can, if we will have enough to accomplish our dreams
What if that hourglass runs out?
Will we be able to see the beam of hope shining above us
Do we all have what it takes to go from a underachiever to a believer
Truth is we all have enough time to make those dreams come true
All we need hope and support
Those who really care and really love you, they can help you accomplish anything
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
There was a young man named Cesar
Who presented a challenging teaser
He said cheer me up
Filling my cup
Don’t be an underachiever.
There’s a judgmental squirrel awaiting
For something truly amazing
Make something pretty
write something witty
Show him that you are creating.
There he sits looking proud in his tree
uttering you’d better please me
I don’t like disappointment
Or casual mistreatment
This is my official decree.
All the people jumped quickly to act
Cesar’s tough challenge was attacked
The judge was appeased
Members no longer were teased
The squirrel judge was totally shocked
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
I keep my past close with old photos
And yawn at the present
Waking up to the time i've wasted
The pirate that fidgets
Listening to the snapping of veins
Irate frozen views
I complain that I spend my days complaining
And that nothing is changing
But I don't make myself a catalyst
Struggle to find bliss within a cage I am comfy
Constantly confused on the want to be free
Ferocious and hardwired to be inspired
Flying on the gateways of promises that dance tempting
Fermenting memories in mistakes
So slinky sad and suddenly
I've given years to hibernate
All I do is flake and harden to my fate
No eagerness to liberate my procrastinative state
I keep my journeys stretched between boredom and boundaries
Im moody till boredom outgrew me
Deaf to the tones of disappointment
That hit like stones thrown ashore
To a child that only wanted to be more
Than a heartwarming second smile
An underachiever
Stagnated believer
Prospects zero
Sullen to be unstuck
From reveries of a hero
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
A man sees a child in an old photo album of his…
He finally did it
He achieved success.
He tasted greatness
Tastes like
Cool watermelon on a warm day
Innocence
Captured in the boys’ shortness in stature
Charisma
Can’t be contained in a camera’s lens
Royal Blue Clothing
Doesn’t convey his feelings genuinely
Crimson red would suit his mood authentically
Wishes the dress shirt would fit his enthusiasm
Mentally exhausted from the ceremony
Young underachiever is so eager for leisure
Smile is wide and great, baby teeth are revealed
Moment is so surreal. Happiness is all he feels
There is zeal and anticipation for the future
Hair is brushed to the side like his critics in class
His parents hope this adorable image will last
Like there marriage of twenty years and then some
Oh what a time it was, to hope and dream
Of what it would be like to be a teen
A man looks at the picture in his hand
He shakes his had in disgust, he’s pensive
Wonders how is passion was replaced with apathy
How his life turned into a catastrophe
The moment in the picture
Was perfect
Like the frame that concealed it
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Right now,
It feels as if
I've thrown myself
Into a TV of flipping channels,
The static pixels
Are dripping down my back,
And stinging my eyes.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
You've cut people out
Of your life,
Like meticulously crafted
Paper snowflakes,
And I feel myself folding
To be cut next.
My life is vibrating in my scull,
I'm fumbling with the images,
And I don't feel like I'm touching
Anything,
Especially not you.
I'd like to rip a part
Every
Single
Day,
And make a collage,
With the yellows and greys,
The kisses down my neck,
And play all our mean words
On vinyl
As I glue it all together.
I can't reach you,
Not through your brain,
An underachiever like myself,
Can't bust into there,
And I'm scratching
At the glass coating on your heart,
But I don't want to break it.
I've stopped reminding myself
Why I do
What I do,
Why I don't fight you anymore.
I've let myself crash into
A kaleidoscope
Of colors,
And start drowning
A sea of coursing
TV static
Channels.
Because it's easier
Than losing you.
But I hush my thoughts now,
Because it may all be
My crazy anxiety
Ripping up my brain,
Again.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
I remember how it used to be
When it felt like it was just you and me
As time went on our world would expand
You were so far, I couldn’t reach your hand
That’s okay I’ll be fine on my own
Life's everything it should be, but still it’s so cold
The biggest part of me has nowhere to go
It’s hard to sleep
I thought I didn’t want you to know
Now these things eat me alive
The things I held in all the while
There should be a date when thoughts expire
When people just move on
And get over desires
I just love to feel good in the moment
So I don’t think about it over and over
I like to feel good every second of each day
Just to keep the darkness away
Just to keep a smile on my face
Everything else settles beneath
My skin riddled with scars and ink
You were everything to me
Now I’m running from memories
I never want to be close to you again
You don’t know who I am
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC