"unfulfillment" poems
I fear thyself
I fear attraction
I fear unfamiliarity
I fear attention
I fear incidence
I fear conversation
I fear interaction
I fear answers
I fear questions
I fear to tell my story
I fear to hear yours
I fear compliance
I fear conflict
I fear benevolence
I fear mutuality
I fear victimisation
I fear change
I fear to love
I fear to hate
I fear significance
I fear insignificance
I fear the lies we tell
I fear the truths we hide
I fear imprisonment
I fear freedom
I fear hope
I fear despair
I fear old age
I fear children
I fear intelligence
I fear ignorance
I fear to take
I fear to give
I fear to borrow
I fear to loan
I fear to exchange
I fear to teach
I fear to learn
I fear to laugh
I fear to cry
I fear to be
I fear not to be
I fear to be afraid
I fear to be brave
I fear to die
I fear to live
I fear discomfort
I fear responsibility
I fear to gain
I fear to lose
I fear victory
I fear defeat
I fear antrophy
I fear hypertrophy
I fear inertia
I fear activity
I fear obedience
I fear disobedience
I fear justice
I fear injustice
I fear totality
I fear poverty
I fear embarrassment
I fear addiction
I fear declamation
I fear guilt
I fear pride
I fear delusion
I fear unfulfillment
I fear my apathy
I fear to be wakeful
I fear to be tired
I fear my capabilities
I fear my incapabilities
I fear my dreams
I fear my nightmares
I fear women
I fear men
I fear being disabled
I fear misinterpretation
I fear misrepresentation
I fear altruism
I fear limitation
I fear to endear
I fear to inspire
I fear to forget
I fear to remember
I fear self doubt
I fear discrimination
I fear starvation
I fear migration
I fear fragility
I fear formality
I fear banality
I fear enticement
I fear cruelty
I fear judgement
I fear to embrace
I endure what I fear
I endure because I must
I endure myself because I fear
Endure thyself
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
Vanity has created insanity in humanity,
the worldly hope men set their hearts upon,
possessed by Money, power, fame &respect;
empty pride inspired by an overweening
fruitless human desire,
wining and dining as the clouds darken in the
middle of the night,
as they settle for a life of deceiving enjoyment,
eyes are faded while he rest his body for a new
day,
he turns & roll in discomfort while he sleeps,
dreams are clashing, the fear of been poor
strikes his mind,
meanwhile the poor sleep in comfort ,
he won't wake up unless you wake him,
men of exotic fast cars,
Sell their soul to feed their vain pursuit,
and their happiness to feed their ego,
a life of unsubstantial enjoyment, reality awaits
its faith,
as it will be too late to plea of insanity in
eternity,
no hospitality for mental spirituality,
the vanity of human wishes reflect upon
superficial vision of human unfulfillment,
In essence that leads to eternal death.
the poor can't control his pain,
as tears drop from his eyes uncontrollably,
watching man with his fruitless ambitions,
as he settles for worldly materialistic goodies,
living beyond his means,
So many years on earth yet unsure of the
hereafter,
living a life of insecurity & fear of the unknown,
mention the word death ,he will ponder &
begin to wonder,
what his fate will be,
Vanity upon vanity,
When his time elapses,
he won't be left with anything but his good
deeds,
No mansions, no cars, no fame, no sweet voices,
what a life of vanity!!
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 3:34 AM UTC
This me is not the me
Me wishes me would be
I am not the I
I'd hoped I'd be, but why?
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
I return home
from another long night
putting on shows for
people I do not know
and with people
I can scarcely
relate
to
my legs ache,
my hands twitch,
little bites and
bruises liter my body
like some kind of
war paint
there is no satisfaction
in this any more
there is a deep unfulfillment
in the life I am now living
I move slowly,
each action taking more
and inflicting more,
while I contemplate the
meaning of my life
(once again)
and look about my bedroom
wondering why I have allowed
it to become so
messy
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 11:23 AM UTC
I Jammed the pain inside, to wait for the defects to reside. Today strays and wanders away until it's stuffed down inside the void of discomfort. Let's roll our imagination onto light able paper, light it, and watch it burn..
See because that's what addiction does. It overrides your body latching on your inner artistry for its fuel. Pretty soon you become a machine, something mindless. Fasten your seatbelt because your on auto-pilot.
Now the transactions of your body really start to inaugurate. Your internals no longer has what it takes to fight, to resist, so now come the alterations.The tips of your fingers go hand in hand with the tip of your tongue. How your saliva's lust for substance dismantles the chemical compounds. Your taste buds loving that all too familiar feeling. Your greed full blood consuming every inch of it. As the destruction slowly trickles down your throat your anxious. Then the finale comes, the moment you've been waiting patiently for the manipulation and overhaul of your brain and your reality remodeled, your home.
In those seconds pain is never an option, never a thought. Your lost out at sea. But that's all it really is, seconds, minutes, sometimes hours, just a little more time to stick the dysphoria on the back burner. When in truth you've just deepened the scar and exposed it to infections. When it's gone your left with broken thoughts that feel unrepairable.
Addiction doesn't just come from pre-packaged materials, they come from every entity you wish that blocks the truth out. They come from unfulfillment , pain, and soak themselves until you are left with no control. You have to fight, fight for your life. Face the music
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
NOBODYNOBODYNOBODYNOBODYNOBODY
NOBODYNOBODYNOBODYNOBODYNOBODYNOBODY
GLASS SPIDER PINK SPIDER GLASS PINK GLASS
Glass Spider Pink Spider
The water's all gone. Hurt
Who hurt who hurt who hurt who hurt
If this is [--] also then what's to
stop me from the other.
I am so out of control.
Why am I living?
Everybody's got somebody.
Shining Star, everybody's
covered in scabs!
Why is this making me break.
****
What makes me want to [--]
My lack of control
My anger- lack of control of anger
Depression
Lack of movement
Failure to impress or be loved
or make an impression or feel
something other than longing
LONGING unfulfillment
I don't feel fulfilled
I am a half-eaten fruit
I will now rot.
And attract the flies
Become the soil of the earth
Is that a sign?
Believe in nothing
NOBODY
See value
worth
WORTH IN ME
Time is crawling
My arm is stung by nail bees
It feels good
I feel unfulfilled
They do this to me
Who wants a crazy bit(scribbles)ch
H(scribbles)
Worth is irrelevant
Worthless
The work is not worth the
work is not worth worth
Worthless
Loveless
Rotting
You don't miss me you dumb ************
I know where the tools are
I saw them today
My arm is twitching
I want to stab this pen in an eye
TOO DIZZY
Maybe if I
stop breathing just for tonight
I'll stop thinking
perhaps
I'm too much of a
coward
too smart though not smart
enough for anyone to want me
I want to pass out
how do I make myself
pass out without making noise
Everything in the room
is an implement
This past I dont
want to revisit
although maybe I
was better then
less bitter less
upsettable less
worthless
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC
No one bears witness
to the loneliness that a man holds inside.
Therefor, No one can bring him comfort.
There exist no mountain high enough
to shield him from the tidal wave of doubt,
No fire hot enough to burn away his insecurities.
Nor a drug potent enough to hurl him far from reality.
His every dream and hope take the same
suicidal plunge towards unfulfillment,
as do his desires and cravings.
He's become all to familiar with this hollow shell
of existence that presents itself in his bathroom mirror.
Failure wraps around him
Constructing his every thought
and suffocating any sign of imagination.
His dreams vanish into oblivion
and as his vision fades to black,
the world whispers...
"You Are Nothing".
But, As his heart withers away
like a dying star...
His soul explodes with inspiration.
The windows of the night shatter,
Allowing the brightness of confidence to bleed through
and his faith be resurrected.
He gains the courage
to stand against the world
and even tho it opposes him
He continues to pursue that which he knows
can be accomplished,
Forgetting that he was ever... doubtful.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Losing myself in the messages,
trying to make up for every time i felt unwanted by letting this 23 year old i met at a party a year and a half ago bury himself inside of me, because someone finally wants me.
He craves my touch the way i crave yours.
The only difference is that i love you and the only reason he cares is because he isn't getting enough from his girlfriend.
So why not?
*Unfulfillment leads to ***
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I'm never really good with words
No, I'm not talking about my vocabulary strength,
nor my ability to string words into a clean knot of similes and oxymorons at a perfect length
where I appease the regulations of grammar,
and please the cynical brains of strangers,
I am talking about the sound trapped beneath the fat folds of my brain,
the trains of thinking, never-blinking, that keep my outcasted thoughts sane,
I am talking about the voice of a teen filled with angst and unfulfillment
hellfire livid, mistaken as tepid, burning inside the sanctuary's core that is my heart lacking of discernment
I'm never really good with words
No, I'm not talking about my skills at spelling,
nor my knowledge of historical people invested in writing
although I could say I, myself, would become history
just because I write in my own disposition and misery,
but what good would that be?
That my pen speaks louder than my voice,
and that a stick of ink triumphs over the blistering fire raging in my ventricles
Are you not entertained?
Seeing me crumble like lava rocks beneath your toes
and soon, I will be one with the ash that aimlessly goes around
and around and around you and the others that detest my will to speak
because apparently I’m a silent know-it-all, too fragile and meek
to survive in an obstacle course that is my existence
Enlighten me,
you people who hold the needles and threads
How dare you ask for my preference of color
if my liberty to speak is dead?
I'm never really good with words,
so maybe it would be better not to say them at all
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
They deceive us
When they say
"Hold onto your dreams,
Never let them go."
Because they never
Tell us what to do
When you dream
An Impossible Dream.
Such a dream
Can never occur,
Not because you lack the ability,
But because it would defy reality.
Some can learn to let go
Of such dreams.
Yet the cursed who cannot
Live tortured lives of unfulfillment.
So tell me now,
You elderly, supposedly wise:
What am I to do
With my Impossible Dream?
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
All meaning, no motion
Leads to the gallows of regret
All motion, no meaning
Walks the plank of unfulfillment
Sentiment and action must be wed
Though they exist in a divorced world.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
Tainted love once swept past my door stopping only for a brief moment.
Wreaking havoc Straining, spitting lunging anger and misdirected truths
Smiling softly, throwing insults into a face of innocence
Destroying the essence of beauty and faithfulness
Pure love cast aside by wickedness, Unfeeling, unjust accusations
Unmatched fury, bitter pride spewing forth obscenities of half eaten hate
A future wracked with pain and sorrow, desolate emptiness never ending fear.
Crushing resistance of commonsense, ending all hope
Fleeting moments of happiness, promises made, promises UN-kept, wringing hands of frustration
Stirring emotions of unfulfillment, and discontent
Seeking “nay” desiring solace in the arms of understanding
Giving all, breaking all vows for moments of contentment
Only thoughts of death to stop the pain, only to wake and feel again
Selfishness rears its ugly head, and smiles at the havoc wreaked
Love nurtured from an evil past, masked by innocent eyes.
Black sated desires, Intentional destruction of love.
Wilted rose clinging to hope. Unnoticed tears, fear supersedes all
Numbed pretense of happiness, escape inside.
Wander through mundane existence, Empty smiles, and soulless eyes.
Watching lovers embraced in happiness. Endless envy.
This prison, this life of darkness, this shameful existence
Hold together your true self. Unlock the beauty inside.
Wisely hear words of knowledge, speak to the pain. Re-live to lessen the hurt.
Open doors long locked, enter the domain of evil. Cast out doubt, and insecurities
An extended hand of happiness and safety, unconditional affection.
Surrender to love, and tenderness, embrace childhood dreams of love.
Awaken to a smile, a slight kiss, a lasting embrace
Sweet whispers of undying love. All passions fulfilled.
Written by
Edward Green
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
If I were to write a poem tonight,
Would it be about the drink growing warm in my hand, or
The cigarette I'll surely be smoking soon?
Would it be a about the day's labor and ...
Unfulfillment?
Could I write about a niece's laughter and value
Beyond money, beyond time,
In concert with the antics of a duck and a bear?
A laughing child,
Who's eyes are tumultuous seas of frustration
And pride, concealing the machinery of wisdom
Behind a simple facade; her nose
Is running, but
Is an act of kindness,
(wiping a 2 year old's nose) a poem?
There is discomfort and confusion, there is
Struggle and pain giving way
To trust, to care and to love.
And she smiles, and she says,
"Thank you," and forgets for a moment,
And asks for her bottle.
And if I were to write a poem tonight ...
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
Red lipstick, red silk. Forget them.
They don’t matter.
They will be removed,
lost somewhere in the
throes and thrusts of temporary
passion that he will soon forget.
I want to be irresistible,
to be remembered,
to be desired.
My wish will never be granted permanently.
I am unremembered, undesired, unloved.
This desperate wish
of a woman who has already
given up on herself,
submitted to anger and unfulfillment.
The loss of innocence, chastity,
the curse of reaching maturity.
He is only mine physically;
he dreams of someone else.
He doesn’t even realize that I am here
or that that I want to be,
that I want to mean something to him,
to someone.
While he is with me, he dreams of her.
*I am the lust.
I am the passion.
I am the wrath.
I am the sound.
I am the confusion.*
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 1:56 PM UTC
*Ignore the mind
Too difficult
To confide
Too much
Story telling
Misguided intention
An age old conviction
Too ill intended
Pitiful thoughts
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth
Nor sound
No gold
All sold
Now
They're teasing me
I've lost space
Came in last place
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it
Mistook it for empathy
It kept misusing me
The sweetest of symphonies
The smell of fresh failure
Everything freshly faked
What a Life
A piece of cake
Nothing decisive
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration
The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees
No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy
To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams
Why be?
When being
Always falls
... ... ...
Short
... ... ...
A poem for me?
Why me?
I'm not one to be*
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Regrets fill my spoon like alphabet soup
spelling out my unfulfillment
with tiny little letters
nagging at my mind
And conflicts own me
except there’s no angel and devil
it’s just lesser evil versus lesser evil
No winner- I’m pulled apart
What if I say this
no- I can’t- too risky
but then I’m miserable
is it better to be miserable?
my daily thoughts
when it didn’t use to be
Tears are more common
than going out to eat
I am ashamed
and also ashamed I feel ashamed
I don’t want to be fragile
but I let myself fall into a crater
And people see it on my face
and I see it in the mirror
the way I once was
all entangled now in another
we don’t choose to fall
that’s the point of falling
it comes out of the blue
after you’re tripped up
And then the hurting comes
always after- like a scraped knee
and they say time will heal it
but how does that work when you keep tripping
a spinning cycle of get hurt, feel bad, tell someone, feel bad
goes on repeat, load never unloaded off my chest
The worst part is letting the hope build up
and getting let down, time and time again
Why? out into the oblivion
we ask ourselves
and How? do we keep moving
when the daily routine feels heavy
I thought my Achilles Heel was the fatal flaw
but really it's my heart, the hope, the love
when conflicts dance around
the only thing to do is write about it
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
you're so used to being able to abuse whoever you want
that you've started abusing me
like you three are somehow above me
and I'm not a real person with feelings,
I'm just Maddie Foley
and I don't count or
something
and if I get mad when you treat me like ****
then 'whoa man we're just kidding'
and YOU get mad as if i dont have a right
to stand up for myself
and you think that 'that's just our sense of humor' is a good enough reason
to attack and abuse and control
and you don't even see that that's what it is
but if I get upset, I'm 'too emotionally involved'
no, you just don't want to put in the effort to fix yourselves
so you're going to keep abusing each other
and you're never going to address any issues
because you don't care enough
and emotional baggage is a huge no-no
'that's not what friends are for'
have you ever had friends?
oh, right. you've only got one, and your sister.
but I can't say anything because if I do
then there's obviously something wrong with me for not accepting and supporting your 'unique' type of friendship
because you've always wanted to be unique,
probably more than anything else,
and maybe love will fix the issue
but not if you despise the idea of love
and hate talking about it.
and maybe it DOES work for yall, but emotional unfulfillment
sure as hell doesn't work for anyone else
and unless you're willing to develop your character so you can actually
build more relationships than just one,
then you're gonna have a difficult time of it.
if you just search for people who will accept you for 100% who you are now, even at your worst personality,
and don't push you to be better, then you will find a very small percentage of friends.
Relationships need work.
they will never be instantly perfect.
but you don't want work, you just want
to hang out and not talk about issues or problems at all
you don't want to clear the air
you just want to exist, as emotionless and painless as possible
which is exactly what I don't want.
so I tread on and let it continue.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
disrupted soul
do you seek me?
i warn you of my guidance
for i walk with shaking legs
delighted, am i
that you have met me here
in the land of unfulfillment
for tomorrow we set forth
to discover a quiet land
and on the journey, i am certain
we will find the missing colours
from grey cloaked shoulders
and dimly cast our awakened dreams
on the new horizon
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
I want to write
a poem,
about myself.
Of death,
and exquisite joy.
Weeks on end
with constant pressure,
small breaks,
and no woman to talk to.
This poem,
this life is filled
with unfulfillment,
and then when it isn't,
it haunts you.
Drinkers drink,
smokers msoke,
most of the time
it goes hand in hand.
Sometimes I hate
being the man
to bear the dead weight.
And no, I am not alone,
but,
because of myself,
I am alone.
Having not seen much,
everyday that I grow
is an explosion,
a catastrophe
and then heaven.
And not always heaven,
never when you expect it,
when you need
it.
But heaven when you're being selfish;
when you is me,
vice versa,
and it washes over and you spend
all week
trying to atone for not fully enjoying it.
How much should I wallow in the peace
that sprung from the muck of deep sin?
how much should I allow myself
to feel lowsy for not
enjoying respite?
How many people push
against themselves,
only to realize they're wrong,
and wrong and wrong?
I am always realzing;
always a realization
of myself, of us
through me. And I am trying to be
less arrogant. But
I know things are right;
I know the evil I have
perpetrated against me,
and you,
and I know that isn't always the case.
I know the good.
So, I am tired
of bone and dry,
and full of milk
and honey.
But even though fatigue
settles,
like dust,
I am fine with
this.
I know that this
is. And I am at home
in
this.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
You may well feel as though you have found the key, the missing link, and the answer
But know that this is only temporary
Like the receding tide, this sense will fade away
Deep inside you will feel it again
The unfulfillment
It will continue ro return
Untill you truly realize that you are already fulfilled
Your existence is the collective breath and entropy of source
You fulfill your purpose simply by realizing who you are
And you do this, only by letting go of all you THINK you are
All you call yourself
All that they call you
What can harm you when you discover this truth
This awakening
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
I carry my heart
Even when split
As my love monopoly is shattered
I cater to the worries of later
Tending to the blood shed
Wandering a realm of nothingness
Seeking the wrenching guilt will not descend
Buoyantly moving in
Seeking to feel the sinkhole within
Before, she loses all hope
Before she goes over the cliff with no end
Infinitely, dark, cold, and ridgid
I travel the sea
Awakening the clouds above
Mesmerized by unfulfillment
Enthralled in a daze,
She steps forward
The lily turns gold
In the valley she has found her home
Her eyes close.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
I found, between the cosmic doom
And manic laughing states,
Is where no more than boredom floats
And unfulfillment waits.
Some will turn, that want relief,
To *** or drugs, or love.
Some will find just one is weak
And take all the above.
But others have much looser grips,
And joy slips through the three.
And that can make existence bleak
For those in life like me.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Scream into your pillow that unscrupulous emotion
Cause your day brought you unfulfillment in one swift continuing motion
Sleep will come slowly and perhaps you will not dream
Maybe this will be the night that doesn't wake in a scream
Morning comes, you forget the night, fear of remembering darker places
Because if you do, it just may allow you to crawl along the spaces
It's all connected in our minds collectively throughout the night
As we traverse dimensions some seen before, some never and it's a fight
Learning to crawl so we can walk
Learning to cry so we can talk
Learning to feel so we can relate to each other
Learning to stop screaming to love to love one another
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC