"unsatisfaction" poems
The art of hating yourself
Is not easily achieved.
It takes motavation,
Words whispered across lunch rooms,
"Ugly, fat, stupid, freak"
It takes observation,
Hours staring at the pretty faces in the magazine,
Hours of trying hard to be something else
Hours feeling more lost then when you started.
It takes practice,
Feeling insecure as you walk down the hallway
Refusing food during the day,
doing crunches by night.
And of course it takes a certain type of person
For it to really take over the mind
A perfectionist
A person with a bad past or a uncertain future
A girl who blames herself
A girl who knows its her fault
If you are truly serious
about embarking on this journey,
This journey of unsatisfaction and secrecy,
Pushing people away and always, always
Craving,
Striving,
Searching,
Starving,
Needing,
That promise of perfection,
Take a class from the master
Or two
Or three
She's right here in town
The most dedicated and driven
The best of the best
She has cultivated
The Art of Hating herself
And she's the person I see in the mirror
Staring right back at me
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and **********
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair
My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows
And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind
And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life
And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders
And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
"Thou whose eyes unopened and unable to see
Still finds his one love, oh how can it be?"
"No need for these eyes when you have an open heart
Unfurled sight is what keeps two loves apart"
"Thou blind one, how did it come to be?
Two in one love, please explain this to me"
"Oh dear friend, to me, my love came
Heart encased in sorrow's ice, melted by her flame"
"Thou one whose heart is as open as the sea,
How tender the love held by you and she?"
"Our love, I hold, like her soft, gentle hand
Intwined together, as is grass to the land"
"Thou deafened one who chooses only to see,
How much quality in the love, held by the hands of thee?"
"My love comes and goes like a migrating dove
How can I change to unsatisfaction of my love?"
"Thou one with no sight can show you to be
As loyal, caring, and loving as he
So learn to use your heart over eyes
Or else each love after the next is bound to capsize."
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
It's not a bad thing to make mistakes
But overdoing it can make aches.
Sin came from our desires
It is a force that tempts us to lit our fire.
Sin causes lives into distruction
And make people cry in unsatisfaction.
Naive people,sinning to earn self happiness.
Selfishness is the start of fights.
War, and more sin which is made by human kind.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
My tears,
The bitter rain in which
I once loved,
They run down my face,
The face with the mask
Of joy and contentment
And yet beneath is
Utterly destroyed
By unsatisfaction
By loss in something
I believed was everlasting
By a love that was always
Incompleted because of reality
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
She won't let a thing pass her by,
Without wanting to have a touch.
To save herself she has to lie.
Daily she has a new catch,
Getting from others without asking,
More like trouble seeking.
But it seems her hands are out of control,
Her conscience no longer plays its role,
She's a slave to unsatisfaction,
She wants to have it all even without need.
Diagnosed but its no disease.
Her heart can be fixed and finally be at ease.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
There is a girl who I wish I was.
she has a vase of dying daisies next to her bed
and she has holes in the bottom of her boots
but imperfection is beauty
She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
There is no such thing as negativity
or a word to speak bad about someone else
she has learned to accept.
she dreams through a field of flowers and blue sky
that goes on forever
and she understands the concept of time
present only lasts for so long
present will eventually fade into future
and past can be forgotten or remembered
Things heal.
Things get better.
She empties her pockets of change on the street
and never asks or expects anything back
because she knows how to care about others
more then herself
knows what struggle is
and she puts pity to a perspective
of making a difference
She sees herself as no better then anyone else
she measures giving and happiness
on a scale of equality
and she doesn’t keep track of how much help she has given
because she always has more to give
So there will never be a final total
She woke up late this morning
and she bashed her toe in the door
and she slipped on the sidewalk
and she forgot her books
and to eat breakfast
and everything has gone the wrong way.
But everybody struggles.
and complaints are meaningless words
to fill the space
they are ****** up by people
and build habits of unhappiness
in a place of unsatisfaction
things can always be worse.
She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
She has learned to forgive and giveback.
Everyday there will be a sunrise
and a sunset
and the hours in-between
and after dark
will end.
They will not be wasted.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
SAME PLACE DIFFERENT SEASON
EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I LOVE TURNED TO SHADES OF GRAY
I FINALLY LOOKED TO GOD
AND ALL HE TOLD ME WAS TO SHUT THE **** UP
LEAVE ME TO WASTE CAUSE I'LL NEVER BE WHOLE
UNSATISFACTION HAS BECOME A DAILY EMOTION
NO HEART NO FAMILY
NO LOVE LOST
NO LOVE FOUND
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
the isolation wasn't poison, but a drug
one that I tried to drown myself into
until my brain would save myself, breathing in more air
panting rapidly,
loving how it felt to be on the edge of letting go
for just a second, to be with the nothingness surrounding me
until the world resumed
my heartbeat became evident
and the unsatisfaction of reality reappeared
©L.F.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
It is eagerly that I prepare
Turning out lights and **********
Setting aside the following days necessities
And brushing my hair
My heart dances when I see
The black sheets and tossled comforter
Against the matte sky peaking through my window
I sit and sink
Into the noisy springs
And flattened pillows
And almost immediately I descend into
Another bed of another life
In my desperate mind
And it is then that I forget
I'm between the sweet haze of otherworldly dreams
And among the vibrant feelings and happy ventures
The dull muted droll of my own life
And in the blue mornings
As I wake to chronic angers and patient responsibility
Inevitably the cloak of heavy unsatisfaction and disappointment
Settle onto my shoulders
And as before I carry on with my day
Counting the seconds
And blissfully dreaming
Of the bed that waits for me at home
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
March 16, 2013
It's been two years since we first met. We've never been how I imagined. Tonight I heard an old song and thought of you. But I don't think I miss you anymore.
May 23, 2013
This might be chance number ten. I've let you walk in my life once more. I told myself we'd be friends, but we both know it's never been just that.
August 12, 2013
I let you in, farther than anyone had ever come. You witnessed my most vulnerable stage and comforted me after. I was crazy to think this could be more than what it had been for so long.
September 26, 2013
It's been weeks since I've seen your face or felt those lips. I start to break, and let my mind get the best of me. I walk away, the distance is daring.
October 11, 2013
I saw this look in your eyes; hopelessness and unsatisfaction. I hold you in my arms and tell you I love you. Chances are given and good comes to those who wait. Your sweet words reel me in and that soft touch, I let you have me
November 20, 2013
I've thought of your goofy smile all day. The simple feeling of missing you and the conversation we just shared fill me.
December 14, 2013
I think I've recently fallen for you once more. I wonder if you've seen any good movies lately, and if your mother has asked about me.
January 4, 2014
Another tally added to the list. All the times we shared I was just allowing you to tear me apart. I'm starting to hate you, and how wonderful of a human you were and how I wasn't good enough for you to give it your all.
February 5, 2014
Insomnia got me tonight. I wonder if you're laying awake at an ungodly hour like you usually do. I'm balling now, going on hour three. I can't seem to pinpoint where we went wrong. I don't miss you. I miss having someone to feel close to and someone I could tell stupid jokes to.
March 2014
You only cross my mind if that song comes on the radio. I don't miss you anymore. Sometimes I miss the way you made me feel. But I've got something so much better, and I thank you for showing me what I deserve. It wasn't you. I don't love you anymore.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
if you look into the essence of things
for long enough, the truth will manifest
that despite what the universe is telling you,
you don't really need that Big Mac, at best
a deep desire's unsatisfaction
is its only real redeeming feature
for its completion is its death, and worse,
your loan will not cover your expenses.
but the sacred only enters when life
is lived beyond need, and all of future
is a faded dream, with life completely
emptied of engineering, and the eye
in excess consumes the sun to suture
itself to night, so to see things frivolously.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
Oh how quickly my view of food has changed
I honestly believe i'm going deranged
I used to be happy in my skin
Now whenever I eat I feel I have sinned
Ads in magazines showing me what I should be
My disgusting fat gone is what I want to see
I've been eating less and less each day
Yet my unsatisfaction with my weight always stays
May be you'll notice me when i'm thin
This deadly battle I will never win
The number on the scale has taken over my life
I don't know how much longer I can deal with this strife
They say "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."
So I decided to skip all my meals
I'll just continue starving myself to death
My self hatred will surely take my last breath
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
The result seems so far removed from all of my efforts to get here
The chase has been accomplished, but....
The void is still unfilled
My head still full of thoughts
The darkness still drips in through the holes
Unsatisfaction
Sorrow still lingers
Why is it so
It's as though I have forgotten all that I put myself through, all my efforts
Weary of standing on the edge of this tight rope, it's getting old
I'm getting old(er)
At some point I have to let go of my conflictions but some things never fall away
My life at present is doing the exact opposite of falling apart
but I still am.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
read my body
read my actions
read my lips
and groans of unsatisfaction
stop pretending to be blind
from the reality im not trying to hide
i’m not down for love
but a yes for lust
not for romantic dusts
and fleeting bonds
but a yes for drama and
golden nights
a.t.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
Now I'm draining, oozing in it all
Soaking up the unsatisfaction
Of not knowing
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
The state of smoothness and rhythmic flow
The vibe of calmness and dimly glow
The sight of pleasantness and majestic show
The terrifying sound and unfinished piece
Is what it is, the feeling, the unsatisfaction
Even in poetry without no understanding of rhyme and flow
Is when I realized
It is life and how it is
That I will never be fully understood
That I have to live, me and my own mood
Trying to make some senses
From my own little lenses
Where I try to create paradise
Making the unfinished terrifying piece
A melodic heavenly harmony
Soothing to my only ear for my own understanding
That I live this life without any compromises.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
today, I chose to unmake the memories
I untangled your hands from around my heart and set it back into my chest
this looks like forgetting but it’s not
it’s more than that
it’s erasing the lines of warmth I’ve penciled in over the hurt
I’ve stopped pouring sugar over the unsatisfaction
and started remembering us correctly
you see, I cannot recall myself stronger, less of a coward
when I was unwilling to rock a sinking boat
I must erase the imagined version of us where you knew exactly what I wanted
because I told you
the truth is, you cannot iron out the heartache without ruining the lies
it is impossible to handpick only the good memories
you cannot invent a fullness where there was something empty
so,
today, I chose to see the truth
to see all of our failures and shortcomings unredacted
and come out unscathed despite it
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
eternally unsatisfied
picking out all the things that you are not
when you're already so much more than i deserve
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
the slow gush of colour
fascinates me
not an alien feeling for me
not at all
there comes the pain
pain, pain, pain
until i was satisfied
comparable to drugs
there will be no end to
unsatisfaction
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC