"unright" poems
Staring at you from the corner of my eye
There are hundreds seated here
Still my vision strays across the line
These feelings can't be right
It's like the moon falling in love with the sun
though they are a team, they can never be one
Love can't be my might
These feelings can't be right
Why are you so scared to look me in the eye?
I hate it when she looks at you with expectancy in her eyes
I feel like destroying the worlds for you
These feelings can't be right
I know that I'm alone in this street
Every part of myself I have left behind
Because I know that mystery will always love darkness
Though sunshine will be right by her side
My wishes just seem so "Unright"
I face the truth again -
These feelings can't be right
Now-a-days I stay away from you
When you don't look at me, that is when I look at you
When you don't hear me, I have said a thousand times
' I love you '
These feelings can't be right
Every morning when I open my eyes
And Sunshine strikes this porcelain skin from the skies
A carnage of hope is all I visualize
I roll down my sleeves to cover the scars
My reflection whispers to me
'The mirror never lies'
These feelings aren't right
I wish I'd be able to stand in front of you
And express what I exactly feel about you
But I cannot set forth in that venture
" The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive."
And if you ever know about this side of me
The only thing that will come out of you will be
" These feelings can't be right "
Beyond the precincts of his eyes
Everything seems to be delusional
his eyes have the power my foes could **** for
- to rip my soul apart every minute
Every second of my life
And I'm reminded again-
These feelings can't be right
But now that I've realized
These feelings can't be right
I am sure
That today is the first day of the rest of my life ...
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
anger takes over me
for what society is today
they glamorize self-harm
pretending to have monster
under them and scare
people away by
telling how they adore
the drawings on the skin
only to want attention and sympathy
they romanticize self-harm
wishing for a guy to kiss
the carved lines
wishing for a guy to tell
the whole world
how much he truly loves her
i could never understand
why and how a person
could do such a thing
for the sake of their own desire
of having a remarkable love story
to be told to envied it out of people
how could you label yourself
with the names of mental illnesses
and still said you are proud of it
just for the *******
of impressing people
you do not have depression
when you are actually
experiencing a normal sorrows
sorrows of when you failed a test
you never work hard on
sorrows of when your parents yell
at you for something
you have done wrong
sorrows of when your crush
does not feels the same
and never rise up your hopes
you do not have bipolar disorder
when you are actually
experiencing emotions like
a normal human being
emotions of
sadness
joyous
anger
frustration
they are all possible to be
felt in a day
the world is so wrong
everything is so unright
and i am terribly so upset
you don't know
anything about it
and that should be
a good thing
for you do not have to
feel pain and suffer from it
for every breath you take
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
On this very hour— in four corners
Upside feelings, the doubt of those at by
Some shackled your ability to sight
Some did they have to do but you fight
With blind uncertainty, an innocent child
Either your true— nor unright
No one dares for all of you might just air,
Breathing in, then vacate for no one cares
The snow and gail might over flail
With mocking questions from quo's
You are forced to be reckoned with— But
Only your heart answers where you can go
You might be an oblivion wondering
Or someone hated who you really are
But to only hover the truth
Wake up! They're just unwanted scar's
With all the wrongs you bestowed
With all the steps— you skipped a row
Dear self-remember this,
Everything triumphs, that you must know
Heavenward, Face above, you’re a diamond
Your eyes only possess— true as gold
Know you might crumple and even fail
But your dreams are more than all remains
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
My views on society are,"people without meaning"
One day I strolled the block, seen a girl, tears streaming
Out her eyes, people mocked as she began to cry
And as sister would view it, I viewed it as unright
As the crowd cleared, I steered my way into her own
And as I enclosed her zone, it appeared that she had shown
Gratitude, it was as if she never had a friend before.
At last, he began to tell me what she sniveled for
"I get called a ***** ***** **** on a daily basis.
I can't even face myself sometimes, at this rate
I want to end it all, don't even have no one to call a mother
Caused she died, that's right. Checked out in front of my eyes
***** still tragic, I guess that's what happens when you live deadly
I ain't clean, I drink heavily
Hennessy and **** is all I need
Basically, I'm a huge embarrassment
It ain't hard to tell I'm not doing that well.
Highway to hell and I'll gladly be there.
The same fate as my mother, it's a very fitting fare."
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
Das Fuehrer gefüllt mit Flöte.
Listening 2 yawns,
meditating on medication,
lisping a cry to Das Führer,
I proffer a pray,
im morgen Früh, im morgen Führer,
im morgen nah; hören Sie mich.
Not 4 pleasure yearning 4 unright
Unctuous crimes. Not with U.
Not with boast (yet not with hate 2).
Hating the bath water with the babe
as it bashes Reaper's polemic
hellfire falling out of window;
Still me, in that kindness enters
my home, bowing cuz the doorway is 2 large.
Guiding in black ink,
writing a way
out of loyalties mouth,
out of sclerotic liver,
and contumacious throat.
I tongue an act, a play,
staying guilty in U,
saying guilty in Us.
Lemmings encouraged to revolt,
Offending in U,
Rejoicing only in Us.
Witness our joy, that Xanex protects
against dull moments, forgetting Us,
bland blessings rightly
Surrounded by Yawn's shield.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
How would I ******* know
they never say
never let me know
how they feel
or what ****** up there day
So how can I help?
All you need to do
is talk
that's how it's working for me
was that to surreal?
for you?
Must be the same for me?
**** got me a loop.
What I meant was
do you feel this world
or is that just me
if you see
someone fall over
does that not make you
feel her or him hurt
or just ******* turn away
smoke a ***
go inside your passage of life
and experience everything else which
you find there
and so I ask
you might be done
and married me
but
have you ever in your head
listen to me at all
or see me
what I am at all
turn the roundabout
the fair is in town
those clowns
scar me
much to much
makeup
they are not
even gay
or maybe
all my noise
makes
you
feel
unright
Don't worry we all end up dead.
Sorry was that
a spoiler
T H E E ND.
comes so quick.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
abandoned flower fields and the lazy afternoon sun
our footsteps falling into a steady rhythm
we are almost like music in this place of lost
and neither of us seem to remember
my fingers touch the edges of your hand
trying to establish a connection that I have long craved
and normally it is not okay
but this time you let mine fit in the spaces between yours
we find a place of solace and dry grass
you are a mere inches away but I am still afraid
still afraid of what this is
still unsure of what it may be
we’re both a little tipsy, I must admit
you lie down on the ground and count the grooves in my spine
and I try to think of something to say
but all my years of words have failed me now
is it okay?
are we really okay?
because it has been a while
and a lot of things have changed
but I still don’t know if we are right
all they have said is that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be
this isn’t how things line up in their world
but we have a world of our own
and I would give anything to be entangled in it
this is the only time we can really escape
from the stares that will judge who we are
from the expectations that we never plan to meet
this is the only time that I can belong to you.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
and you want to write,
get the insides out,
let the outsides in
you half start
half a dozen,
leave them in the fridge
next to the half finished ones,
on the shelf where the
almost spoiled fruit,
can't let yourself throw 'em
not-quite-yet,
ages on
begging to be finished, discarded
and you want to write...
cull and **** analogize,
separate the chafe from the sweet,
write about what you want,
which will never be good enough
review the incompletions,
candidates for renewal,
they lie to the left of this
work in progress,
mocking, preening, begging arrogantly,
flaunting failure to your face
and you want to write
but you are the hanging judge,
hung up on the braking shadows
that fight you, make the wholesome sodden words sound
terrible unright trite
and long for the days of might,
torrents of passion that arrived fully formed,
but those sweet place and days are
"currently unavailable"
and you want to write,
so you write of need,
rather than deed,
leaving yourself
disappointed
that you have been culled and weeded
but no flora,
spring sprites spike through
the concretized city streets of your
inabilities
7:18am EST
April 2 2016
nyc
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
enough damage has been done
send our condolences to yonder sun
its yellow mask to beaches bask
killing purity as it stains and sinks down in
so hard to love but impossible to despise,
this overbearing sphere of flame
dismiss us to the caves and underground places, tis unright to see all the faces
that tilt up to gaze but turn sideways, a myth of blindness intercedes
ingrates people children users misers lovers keepers sleepers
(oh, grey skies, will the sun die with us?)
-cj
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
to break her heart you'll need more than a needle of course
a knife sharpened minutes ago can cut cleanly-
is that what you intend to make, a clean break?
it will hurt far more if you go halway
and stop
heartstrings taut, reminding onlookers of a harp
created by a blade trimmed keenly and sharp
to break her heart you must damage it but not
beyond repair
or else, you see, she'd simply get another one
this way it's stuck in her chest, unright,
mending each fibre until the ache is only
a phantom hurt
it will merely be a vague pang, eventually
you may sharpen your knife now
-c.j.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
We live because
Big or small only I
Long or short only I
Around no thing but I
Unrehearsed we fly
So we may taste pumpkin pie
We live so that we may die
Close but still I miss.
Art-creation?
That's not it
That's why we live
It's the melody that comes from inside
I lied
And behold
But nigh
I thought it was light
I thought it was love
Why?
We want to see what's inside.
The Fool he walks
No care he walks
Skittles drop
Hopscotch
Inb4
He flops
Unsure of what to write
This poem it sure flows
Unright
No, love, no light
Trumpet
Plays
At night
This is the way
I live my life
It's ok
To live at night
What the heck is this poem
Not right
Just let it go
Crazy flow
It's like I
Don't
Know
Where
To
Go
But the .
Singular point
Awareness
I am all that I know
Crazy though it seems
I'm saner than I know
Letting myself
Be possessed by the one
Who shows
The one who
Upon the trumpet
Blows
Melodically flows
Why?
Because I
Don't yet
Know
If I did
Then all would
Evaporate
Into dust and be lost
Because the only thing that keeps
The world afloat
Is ignorance
So thank the ignorant
For their role
In the show.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
The symptoms, I can see
What’s hard’s to find the malady
There are problems arising
And the thought so paralyzing
I fit in perfectly
In the drawer of expired batteries
Can’t find a use, but I’m still working
Though I don’t mask well the hurting
There’s no mistaking me
A 6’2” catastrophe
Not the favorite, but I’m up there
Just don’t read my list of errs
I no longer apologize for myself
Though I’m not opposed to some help
These wings are malting, I don’t fly
But I aspire for the sky
Can you see me falling
Though on air seems like I’m walking
The open wounds masquerade as scars
I’m walking strongly, but not that far
Partial truth are still lies
Yet they’re sung lullabies
I’m trying to find truth in me
And am sometimes left out to bleed
The only apparent cure for this
Is to live my life and do my best
But life looks soft, but rubs on rough
And sometimes best is not enough
A prophet for thing in hindsight
A tympanum of unjust and unright
Crawling from the weight of memories
To hope and find the malady
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Thinking of us when there's isn't an us
Being with you in the absence of light
Drafting stories which no one can see
We both knew that this wasn't right
But as you knock and came closer
And when we shared the same air
As soon as our breaths become one
And with your presence evidently there
You tried so ever to understand
With you clinging to my fragility
Understood like no one else before
Holding on to what makes me
As you pull me towards you
My mind blanked into our song
As our souls intertwined
I lost my sense of right and wrong
To push you away,
I lost all the strength to do
And gained every nerve
To be wrong and stay with you
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC