"unfullfilled" poems
Because
It wasn't sober
Soft morning sunlight
Pouring through the bedroom window
And
Your eyes were closed
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
**** the solution that doesn't solve you, a systematic break down of years gone by
this troublesome dialect between ******** branches of human consiousness rotting you from the inside
bred to believe in the maginificance of your race, attach a cross and spit in the face of any religious intervention that takes place
Killing in the name of your own blind-sided distrust, you seek familiariity and are robustly unjust
no matter however, because they are all like you, blind, unkind and groping just like a pedaphile at the zoo.
So let the darkness take your health, as you chase its dreams of promises and wealth
you will die alone and unfullfilled unless you stop and wonder
why oh why is this place ******* me in the *** and taking my spirit through the preverbial meat grinder
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
Took myself through the darkest streets
Just to see who I would happen to meet
I saw the rains fall on forests unknown
While out somewhere a fat man bellowed
Two ton sisters laughed as they drank through the night
I stood on a corner starin', not looking too bright
Too far are the corners of the Earth to reach at times
As well as my thoughts which float away in abyss
But oh the mystery of life un-lived, unfullfilled
I see faces in the watered mirrors of our streets
I saw nothing before but see everything now
But nothing is nothing if you don't know how to follow
the voice of oneself and a pride withheld
Too long have these times been weighing us down
and the sounds of the vines that swing like sweet wine
the torment of a sister trapped in her disaster
a father betrayed by the sins of his dead other
Torments lost in a fire crackle spit fire manic
Tossing away a heart that was given to me at midnight
Two days passed I discovered it was mine own
Even Shakespeare was a man in the time of his prime
In these years of lust, dust, and broken egg shelled eyes
I sizzle in a world that I know not much of
And perhaps, if I'm lucky, see right above
I talk to myself in the mid-morning light
Maybe to a lover, maybe to my shelves
For the night, at times, is the only friend of mine
A friend that never once asked my soul to begin
Yes a whistle holds its tone if it has lost loved
Fallen in love
Thought or ever entrusted itself to love
A crescent call to the last careening thought of you
A lover that said they'd be and retreated in call
I talked for hours
knowing inside I knew not a thing
All the while smiling at mine own hollowness
All the broken bats I never did swing
Or all the rusted clubs that made midnight maraduer's rub
Led me to a place where I was meant to be
no longer laughing
no longer singing
no more wishin' of a living
of somewhere off in time
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 7:56 AM UTC
The old apple tree was happy...happy and strong
He was proud that he has stood in the same spot for so long,
and has been mastering the most devastating storms
while standing tall and always letting leaves sing their favorite song
about how fortunate they were to call the apple tree their home
praising him for surviving all these decades on his own.
One day a man passed by
picked up an apple and straighten his suit
bite in the sour apple and choose to forget his manners and be rude by being unappreciative and throwing away the fruit.
But the apple tree kept smiling eventhough he surely did care
but he knew that life was never fair
So he never let a pair of uncaring people create out of his happiness great despair
Once a leaf asked him how he never lost fun,
how he kept shining like the sun,
no matter how many bad days he had to overcome
The apple tree smiled and said: "Jusz look and humankind,
look at them for a minute and count how many flaws you will find.
They fumble through life not knowing what to do
Then they stumble over small obstacles on their route
Later they mumble how they never did what they were supposed to
And at the end they crumble because they realize how an unfullfilled life can feel cruel.
I always knew why I am here,
never felt empty never experienced that fear
The only thing is I had always to stay at the same place
unlike the human race who posseses the unmatched ability to move through space
but never utilized it worrying about the problems they wexistence
So how can I not be happy knowing the true meaning of my existence
They eternally talk about brofliance and think that they have to stuggle to get excellence
And now just imagine them knowing what they were here for, how fast they would expierence the purest form of resiliance
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
Why do I expect so much of you? Love will do that. Love creates expectations, and desires, and curiosity. Love needs to be fulfilled.
An unfullfilled love wields a terrible power. A power to create gut wrenching sadness in a person. feeling of suffering and a sensation so enormous, that it is no Ionger just an emotion. It has transformed....mutated...into an extemely tangible pain in ones self. How do I know? You have made me feel that. I have made myself feel that.
Why do I expect so much of you? It's not your fault. You're not able to meet my needs, because your own are being neglected.
Why do I expect so much of you? You beg me to give you space. I want to give you the world. And I could, of you asked. But space? I can't give you that. For each millimetre of space, I feel a mile of suffering. I cant give you that for which you ask. Space.
Why do I expect so much of you? When You are not equipped to provide for yourself.
Why do I expect so much of you? Is it because I love you.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
We were Just kids
afriad of the world
Waiting on our time to break free
Waiting for our time to break away from this town.
We wanted to see Cali and New York
but never seemed to get further then our front Porch
I remember one day we said lets just go
and not have a plan
or a place
fill the car up and our pockets with as much as we can.
We hit the open road with nothing more then a elightenment that'd we find
something bigger then ourselves.
That maybe somewhere out there we'd find our destiny our fate
Do you remember gripping the stearing wheel as night turned to day
and I ended up in the backseat snuggled up with a make shift pillow.
I remember looking up at the stars and asking myself
just what IS this all about
why is it that we are all trapped in this constant unfullfillment
we cant seem to find the nourashment our souls need.
I remember digging in my pockets and realizing that I had a good 75 cents too my name
and I started to miss home.
That little trip didn't last long
and it was only a Gravel Travel
but questions were answered that needed to be answered
I found myself out there on those county roads
even if it didn't last as long as I wanted.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Sometimes . . .
Such as a Who
. . . at Leeds ,
Or a dream unfullfilled
. . . in Alabama
Or the conflict
. . . daily in Dallas
or the absurd
. . . "Free at last ! Free at Last! Thank God free at last !
The more it changes
The less I recognize
. . . and there you elbow me
saying ,"It remains the same!"
Poetry is like underwear
It's wearable but not necessary
Comes in all shapes and sizes
Any color you would want
with printed statements of facts
Some wear well
Some have holes
Some rise to the occassion
Some barely make it waste deep
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 2:28 AM UTC
Unfulfilled, is what you feel?
When you begin to question yourself about things you're seeking.
Maybe it adventure.
Maybe it's joy.
Or just plain love.
Maybe , you've grown apart and came to the realization.
While the other in your life hadn't face the reality.
And holding on to dreams.
You unwavering on trying to build a broken relationship.
Even when you are promise that ***** will try to make things work.
Cause you unfilled within.
Love doesn't abandon anyone truthfully.
It grows more than many in society truly know.
But , as with anything in life.
There are times to let things go.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC