"unlikable" poems
He’s not like the others,
he’s not even a wholly likable child.
I mean, he has the cute face
high squeaky voice
chipmunk cheeks.
It’s his personality,
his attitude,
it’s the fact that he’s only 7 years old
and already hates the majority of what he’s seen of this wide world.
It’s the fact that he manipulates everyone’s words
until he’s made the collage that meets his ideal visage.
He’s more than a handful.
He’s even more than a whole village’s armful.
And though I know a part of its’ the diagnosis
it’s hard to keep that in mind
all the time.
(It’s hard to forgive an unlikable child)
Even harder as he swings insults your way,
as you have to take off running after him for the nth time this week.
It’s hard keeping a straight face,
keeping the unflappable demeanor
through every offense.
It’s hard not to scream,
curse,
cry,
to remain the calm island in the face of the raging tempest.
But you have to.
(Even though he’s not the most likable child)
He is still a child.
And you’re loving compassion is stronger than his self destruction.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
My roommate and I
were talking about
The Barrel Roll the other day.
Now, the Barrel Roll sounds incredibly difficult,
rolling around the outside
of a giant imaginary barrel,
but you can do it.
Apparently.
In one of those rickety World War Two fighter planes.
The Aileron Roll sounds even more difficult.
You roll around an imaginary needle…
of infinite length.
To avoid the Germans or Chinese or whatever.
Even more difficult than those, of course,
is the ******* Roll”
wherein you stop the fighter plane
in midair
like a hummingbird.
Then, turning sharply,
you spell out the words **** all of you”
in luminous green smoke
and then you explode
into a million purple cubes that then fall to the earth
and bury themselves upon impact.
Then, with rain and sunlight and so on,
up grow an assortment of tall, unlikable trees
that bear unpleasant fruits that fall to the earth
and decompose until the seeds plant themselves.
From these, more trees grow,
hundreds of them,
thousands.
All growing inward and converging on one point
over the course of many years.
The dew of twenty summers winking
and sparkling on this forest of wonder.
Until one tree grows
in the absolute center of the others
and it has this huge fighter plane dangling on a little stem.
The plane breaks off
and flies up into the sky
and the pilot alternates between shouting **** off!” at the Germans
and raining stagnated walrus carcasses down on the Chinese
who have forgotten all about the second World War
and the fact that it was actually the Japanese who were involved.
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
it isn't right the way you tease me
much about and inside me isn't right
and I believe that you can see why
You must see right through my body
to the downward destinations inside
Where I hide exactly what is felt
And when my heart is caught
is the trap then forgotten
On the contrary, the ordinary,
the less than savory,
The nothing special as the ignorant laugh
And as they do, the wise understand
this in itself cannot be easy
What is there yet that may be coming
So much wrong beneath
Some beyond, buried, unlikely
Other pieces are much less deep
These are mine, my secrets,
My own unlikable qualities, proud moments
Terrible wants, disturbing fantasies
Awful enough that they must stay down
Down is where demons go,
But I think you've seen them
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
i need a reason to believe my
"friends"
haven't given up on me.
i need a reason to understand why i am so unlikable
i need a reason to know why i'm always the last pick
with better
kinder
prettier
people always climbing over me.
i need a reason to understand where my qualifications for being considered "worth it"
went wrong.
i need a reason for the endless feelings of loneliness and isolation.
i need some solid substantial evidence that can help explain why the second i start trusting someone
they seem to forget about me.
is this paranoia?
is this a normal situation my mind is altering?
is this reality?
is this the way it has to be?
with being last and being left out and simply not being enough to be
included?
if this is the way it is going to be,
please just give me a reason why.
- a.g.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
What good is a junkie's love?
No good.
Unless you too are a ******
And even then...well...
we'll get to that.
But here's the thing...
Most people will abandon you
when they see the unkempt hair
and glazed over eyes.
When the phone bill doesn't get paid
so they can't talk to anyone
besides you and your murmured incoherence.
When too many calls in to work pile up
along with the dishes and garbage
and they keep wondering how long
until they find you drowned in your own
*****
When you won't stop scratching and
when you are just plain all around one hundred percent
unlikable and annoying.
They will abandon you.
But the fellow ******
The fellow ****** will stand with you
and fight for you
until the end of time...
...so long as you've both got junk.
Holding spoons and needles and
spinning those lies right alongside you.
The fellow ****** will hold a candle
for you when all other light
is gone.
But once it runs out-
-the money or the junk
-once they get what they want
they move on
to find a new source.
So a junkie's love is much more intense.
Like nothing you'll ever feel.
But in the end, you'll still leave them or they'll leave you.
Did you ever think we would be anything else
when all our heroes were liars and thieves and loners?
Suicidal freaks and criminals and junkies?
In the end why did we want to be just like these people?
Did you think that we could really pull this off forever?
But hey...
I've got one last hit.
Want to love this ****** one last time?
You should know by now
with me
it's never about the drugs...
...it's all for love.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Poetry flows through me no more,
what spell have you cast.
Leave me be - beauty,
bewitch me not, my past.
Let go of me - serene,
for you already have.
Leaving behind a scar
until my grave.
Never did you ever care,
how bare, when I was, where.
Neither did I ever blame
you with a blank stare.
I loved you, beauty,
with all my heart.
expressions condensed,
a mere stare - Art.
I know it is not you,
I'm fighting through.
Just my impression
though a bit skewed.
Unable to express, unable to speak,
a mannerless Frankenstein.
Unlikable, lonely, thus I am,
in a memory clandestine.
Rendered useless by you,
this you forced me to do;
Little is my agony - belle,
today as I strangle you.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Wine has a color like my thoughts
Dark and wet
Because my mind is a dark room, with dew on the walls
And mold in the corners
It’s so empty I hear my dreams echo from when I was sleeping
Eleven hours ago
And honey has the consistency of my thoughts
Slow and thick
And sticky
Not letting go of the past
And collecting everything as it blows by
Just to get heavier and
Have me grow more sorrowful
My honey-thoughts and mind of dark places are unlikable
And I much prefer my old, fan-thoughts
That would blow the negative things away and cool me down
And my old mind of a castle so broad and beautiful with framed pictures on the wall
And marble stairs
Clean (never collecting dust), and organized
Where did it go?
Why did it leave?
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 3:29 PM UTC
walking deserted streets at night
wondering
where you are
what you're doing
who you're with
do you think of me
me, that freak you once knew
me, the one you didn't understand
me, the unlikable
the unknowable
the unwanted
me
just me
without you
to make me feel
freakish
misunderstood
disliked
rejected
just me
without you
to make me feel
not like me
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
“You’re so stupid!”
You say,
And I believe you
“You worthless ****
You say
And I know it
Unlikable
Annoying
*Insignificant *****
You call me
And with every word
My soul plummets deeper
Into the hole
Where no light comes in
And you can never escape
The suffocating darkness
Well
I bet that
You weren’t expecting that
“You”
Is actually
The little voice in my head
That completely
And utterly
Hates
Me
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
it isn't right
the way you tease
much about and inside
me isn't right
and I believe you can
why,...You must
see right through
the downward destinations
inside Where I hide
exactly what is felt
And one heart is caught
is then this trap forgotten
the less than savory,
The nothing special
the ignorant laugh
And the wise understand
this cannot be easy
What is yet that may be
might bear much wrong beneath
Some beyond, buried, unlikely
your pieces are much less deep
These then are mine, my secrets,
My own unlikable qualities, proud moments
Terrible wants, disturbing fantasies
Awful enough that they must stay down
Down is where demons go,
But I think you've seen them
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Silas has locked himself away in a skyscraping hotel
perched atop a Vegas casino
Belongings scattered throughout
like passenger train derailments
He was a writer with a jack knife vision
Now he gathers dust next to a windowsill graveyard
crumpled up beside his follow up novel
sloppily sprawled out
unfocused unedited and unlikable
Unable to cope with fame stress addictions
the last of dwindling fortunes
afford the luxury of
having everything delivered
He hides from the maids
thus
his only face to face contact
with the outside world consists of
quick frightening glimpses -
inquiring half-faces through the door
chain
Developed this shuffling submissive
walk to keep from falling over
compensating for dizziness
from stolen prescriptions
he doesn't need
and shouldn't have
Drowning his sorrows with grandeur -
Eating nothing but eggs
Drinking like a fish
to chase runaway pills
A stuck throat refuge
lulling him to sleep
Silas drifts away into a comatose fate
Left dreaming
Hoping someone wants to ****** him
in his sleep
and end
the dull roar
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
I hate myself not because I think I'm ugly or stupid or even unlikable,no, I hate myself because I can give you my heart, watch you tear it to a million pieces, throw it on the ground,stomp on it,spit on it,as if it was the most disgusting concoction you'd have ever seen. You'd just walk away and leave it there.I'd pick it up dust it off and run after you to give it back.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
denying
what a beautiful distraction
a nice escape
a magical far away place
depression
what a dark place to be
a moody cloud
a unlikable state of mind
anger
what fury may come
a red hot steam
a uncooling rage
acceptance
what a sigh of relief
a loving way to be
a wonderful end
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
being battered emotionally
time and time again
has taken it's toll
becoming bitter
and unlikable
is not my chosen route
but an established one
something i've accepted
with open arms
and a needy heart
you've throttled my compassion
to the point i feel
drained of goodness
no one understands
no one can relate
and i'm viewed as ugly
mean
disrespectful
and cruel
10 seconds
one derogatory remark
and you've ****** the life out of me
once again.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
is there something wrong with me?
sometimes I wonder if the reason I have few friends,
is because something is wrong with me.
that people may not like the way
I speak,
or look,
what my interests are
or may just find me annoying.
this feeling causes me to feel as though I am unlikable,
which causes me to feel lonely in this big world we live in.
is there something wrong with me?
why do so many other people have lots of friends?
why am I so unapproachable?
why have I been gifted with the jinx of never having long lasting friends?
is there something wrong with me?
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
I take a step forward
Then life pulls me two steps back.
I cry for help
Get no answer.
I'm ugly
Unlikable
Full of problems
Maybe that's why he didn't want me anymore.
Maybe that's why my friends tire of me.
Maybe that's why I am unapproachable.
People lie to me,
They let those snakes slither off their tongues like false promises.
I am different
Quiet
Strange
Too much
For anyone
And everything
And yet I'm not enough
For anyone
Or anything
Especially not my father
And never my step mother or that family.
Oh how the medicine in my cabinet seems tempting.
All my problems could be solved if I take too much
And let it's empty shell fall to the ground
Much like mine.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
I started my day with a lollypop.
at first it was bitter,lime flavor,
with some sour aftertaste,
until i reached the sweet cherry center.
Unlikable until the very end.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
I can be just as likable as I am unlikable.
I can be just as charming as I am annoying.
I can be just as kind as I am cruel.
I am not consistent, not predictable.
But the one thing you can always count on
Is my stubborness,
My unwavering, steadfast spirit
That will never compromise
Despite my inconsistencies.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Very, very often
people compare mental
illness to a
monster. Big, parasitic,
and life-stealing.
I wouldn't not
use this comparison
myself. Because, anxiety...
Its teeth are
cracking my bones,
peeling my skin,
closing my eyes
to the rationalities
of this beautiful,
beautiful world. I
am not, me.
My thoughts are
destructive hurricanes to
my own mind.
They dig deeper
each time, into
tiny spaces of
my brain, my
soul, and heart.
It's a dark
reality, with supposed
reasoning... but no,
it's a parasite,
growing inside my
head. I try
to think I
am good, but
all it says
is 'you are
bad'. I try
to think, they
like me, but
'*I am unlikable,
unlovable,*' in the
face of this
Earth. How can
you greet a
thing that lives
with you everyday,
let alone, how
can you say
goodbye to it.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
You know if I don't like to be with someone,
Then I just don't like to be,
But it doesn't mean they're unlikable,
It's just that a cup of masala chai,
And a dessert doesn't go well together,
The same goes for me, when someone
Don't like me,
It's not my fault either.
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 2:40 PM UTC