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"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.
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
The veil of blissful sorrows(King-Collab by 8 Famous Poets)
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.
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There is a poem I can't write, it only has two lines But I'm not a minimalist, I'm an underachiever.
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
Minimalist
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.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Beautiful Underachiever
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
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
Fray
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.”
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
letter from an underachiever
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.”
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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
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Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
Let Me Love You Primal
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
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Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
chromosomes
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.
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
I see failure.
Ive become this permifried ***** this unintelligent underachiever this messy mistake The drugs in me now are nothing compared to what you did to me
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
whatever happened too ...
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
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Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 2:25 AM UTC
128. Reacher 1/26/12
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
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
Underachiever
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.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
Seep
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 !
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Invisible me ....
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
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
The Story of David
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
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Time...
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
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
The Squirrel of Judgment
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
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
Stagnant
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
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
PIC
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.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
It's Too Early for This
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
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
The Underachiever