"unsupportive" poems
And now...
I have come to realize how truly strong a person you are. Stronger than anyone I have ever met. To keep a secret like that, and never tell without crumbling.
And now...
I have come to realize what a selfish, self-centered ***** I really am to be so caught up in my own dumb mind with my own worthless problems that are NOTHING compared to what you withheld. I won't dwell too long on what an awful unsupportive friend and person I have been because that would once again be drawing attention back to me the selfish way I have been doing, but I feel like I have to say it at least once: I am so. so. incredibly. sorry. I never noticed or asked how you were or saw that something was wrong. I'm so so sorry I wallowed in that pathetic self-pity for so long just over my stupid issues that are so miniscule compared to yours, I basically want to whack myself in the head with my guitar I'm so ****** at myself. I am SO SORRY I wasn't there and I'm SO SO SO SORRY I surrounded you with my own dumb unnecessary negativity when you had enough of your own. I'm so sorry. I cried for nearly an hour last night out of anger with myself for not being a good friend and out of sorrow for your troubles and the pain you must be going through. You can almost always tell when I am upset somehow but that is like your odd supernatural inexplicable talent and I don’t have it. I wish I did, but I can tell when someone likes another person somehow almost always accurately but what use is that? I’m just so sorry from the bottom of my heart and I promise that beginning NOW and today I swear I am going to be here for you. I am so sorry for not being there. Okay, I’m going to stop going on about it now.
And now…
I can see everything I didn’t pick up on when I needed to so clearly.
And now…
I just want you to be okay. I JUST want you not to be in pain. I don’t know how to fix you but I’ll do anything I can to try.
And now…
I want you to know how brave you are, to go at it alone.
And now…
I want you to know, two years ago, we agreed “No Secrets”. Well, since then we have kept multiple secrets from one another. All of us. Since then that agreement has become less and less realistic. There will always be secrets and that is just a part of life. I understand why you didn’t tell me sooner and I just want you to know that I am always prepared to drop literally everything of mine, physical, mental, and emotional to listen to you and care more about your problems than mine because yours are always and have always been far greater than any of my pitiful woes. I will always understand why you keep things from me, but when you choose to share it, in your own time, then I will always be there to listen and understand.
And now…
I will never abandon you in this.
-Love Ember
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Alone
That's how I feel very often
Sitting here on my own
Til the day I'm in my coffin
Double crossers run they mouth more than water in a faucet
And these ratchet *** hoes only want what's in my pocket
Foreal
All these fake *** ****** claiming they yo friend
But in the end everybody know its just pretend
Unlike the demons that I see in every empty room
And the reasons why the world is stressed from work and shrooms
Every season 50 people on Milwaukee news
Dying cuz they tryna find a way to get around the rules
And it's funny
Well it's really kinda stunning
Cuz they tryna make that money
To see they kids make it out of school
Now ig they'll never see that day.
Why ?
Cuz they died tryna get paid.
Wow.
They lived for the same thing they died for.
Blood drips and now they the one that millions cry for.
But last week he was knocking on every single door
Asking for donations for his child and nothing more
But they snickered and lied on they doorstand
And now they sniffle and cry for this poor man
The three types of people that I mentioned before
Are the same people behind all those knocked doors
The double crossers were friends that wanted new friends
The ratchet *** was his unsupportive girlfriend
The fake guy
Was every person that cried
When they found out that he died
But mocked him while he was alive
I don't want those kind of people around me
That's why I claim my loneliness so proudly
That's why I'm lonely in this world with no poise
Yes I'm alone. But loneliness is my choice.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
I still support you
Through your ****** fluidity
Through your gender fluidity
Through your wavering confidence
Through the harsh, silencing glances
Through the whispers and rumors
I still love you
And I won’t ever stop
Not to appease our doubtful peers
Or unsupportive family
Please don’t forget me
Please don’t forget the tender embraces we’ve shared
Or the forbidden kisses we hastily exchanged
Under the cover of night
I love you
Don’t forget to love yourself
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
your lips are bleeding
somehow the attraction persists
a dream awoken and the realization only
makes the sunrise that much louder
exhausted like a different direction
and the destruction was intentional
starting the next part
one round in the chamber
coming and relapsing into it all
like a year ago
nothing is a song
i am pretending to walk in circles
not taking to you
calling out
no echo
it's all fabrication
the lost distance in your eyes
this is all textbook insecurity
a shared life experience
it's still hard to hear your shadow
it's unsupportive and I'll remember the final seconds
and meaning is not important
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Feverish like wicker man
Tough to reach like Mariana
Gorgeous, unsupportive
I would gladly follow you to slaughter
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
There flows between us on the terrace
an underwater light that distorts
the profile of the hills and even your face.
Every gesture of yours, cut from you,
looms on an elusive background; enters without wake,
and vanishes, in the midst of what drowns
every furrow, and closes over your passage:
you here, with me, in this air that descends
to seal
the torpor of boulders.
And I flow
into the power that weighs around me,
into the spell of no longer recognising
anything of myself beyond myself; if I only
raise my arm, I perform the action
otherwise, a crystal is shattered there,
its memory pallid forgotten, and already
the gesture no longer belongs to me;
if I speak, I hear this voice astonished,
descend to its remotest scale,
or die in the unsupportive air.
In such moments that resist to the last
dissolution of day
bewilderment endures: then a gust
rouses the valleys in frenetic
motion, draws from the leaves a ringing
sound that disperses
through fleeting smoke, and first light
outlines the dockyards.
…words
fall weightless between us. I look at you
in the soft reverberation. I do not know
if I know you; I know I was never as divided
from you as now in this late
return. A few moments have consumed
us whole: except two faces, two
strained masks, etched
in a smile.
Eugenio Montale
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
A toast for the strong and valiant workers
A downpour for the lazy lurkers
A toast to the women that never give in to being the mutt
Of a dimwitted man whose head is caught in a utter rut.
A toast for the dedicated and greatful lovers
Yet a downpour to the unsupportive mothers
A toast to the successful and flourishing seed
That will grow to be a caring person as time shall lead
A downpour to the simple minded men with dreams
That are self-evident as to not going anywhere like stagnant streams
Why a downpour you ask?
Not to drown them in the purest fluid to drink
But to bring them up and deflect the opposite that makes them sink.
May the flowing gold be better than the dry and aging bronze.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
I wish,
There was something to say,
Different from the things i say everyday.
The world,
And its unsupportive legs.
Communications,
Loaded with lies,
Severing any honest mans ties.
I wish to speak,
Of a world new.
A beautiful place,
Every corner,
A corner new.
Endless sees of green.
No want.
No need.
To hold it to your being,
With anything other than your eyes.
To take,
And to give back.
To work towards something,
You lack.
To know,
There is indeed no knife,
Behind your back.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Down on his knees again
He was looking at the sky
With painful journey he was on
It was hard for him not to cry
For he was a brave boy
But even he had a threshold for pain
With everyone around unsupportive
His bravery started to drain
But he didn't quit even though
He wanted so bad in his heart
Cause he knew for things to work out
Sometimes they need to fall apart.
He knew to get where he wanted
He had to put up a fight
For the real beauty of the sea is when its in dark
Not while it's under light
He stood up tall
Gazing back the sky
He whispered to himself
"It may hard, but i will rise high."
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
i have flown in a plane and i hated it,
but when i look towards the birds i can't help but to want to join them
it took me a while for me to realize what it was that i wanted
then it hit me, as most thoughts do, out of the blue
i remembered the story of Icarius and what happened to him
once he gained his freedom he became drunk on it
his addiction made him blind to the dangers of his freedom
thus he died at the hands of what he craved in life
much like him i want freedom
i don't want to deal with my unsupportive mother who doesn't believe in what i feel
i don't want to be stuck living in fear of my father and all he could do
i don't want to have to keep pretending i am one person around my family and another around my friends
i don't want to live in the body i was given
because despite everyone calling it a gift
i can't help but to laugh because to me it is a curse in which it is **** near impossible to live in
and yet each day i go on hoping that when i'm old enough life will get better
that my mother will accept me, and my father will leave me be
that one day i will be who i truly am and my friends and family will know that me
that one day i will make my body my own
eventually the day will come when i get my freedom
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
IN THIS CORNER:
A hard-hitting, man-breaking machine,
Who has a long history of breaking its opponents.
A history that includes tearing its opponents apart from the inside,
Making them have mental breakdowns in the ring,
And making sure they stay down for the count.
This is ANXIETY!!
AND IN THIS CORNER:
One (1) high school girl with a bad history full of toxic friends,
Unsupportive family members,
And mental breakdowns.
She's 5'1",
180 pounds,
And ready to take on anxiety with all she has.
OOH!
Anxiety comes in with its famous hard-hitting blow:
Leaving for college.
AND ANOTHER!
Another famous move,
Following in the footsteps of a friend of its,
Social anxiety!!
The girl is down.
She's too tired to fight.
WILL SHE GET UP?
WILL SHE KEEP FIGHTING?
TUNE IN AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK TO FIND OUT.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
Why do we keep holding on when all we do is magnify one other flaws; have our words act taws and have our unsupportive attitude act like claws dragging one another down? Why do keep holding on when it is no longer authentic? Are we really that scared of letting go of familiarity and embracing the unknown? Because we both know it feels wrong and that there is someone better for us. Do we just have to be strong? Because It hurts to admit there is someone better out there for us, all along.
There is someone with whom we’ll click, mind and heart; just connect with and accept. A connection that is greater than the constellation drawn and electricity itself. Compassion that is greater than the depth of ocean itself. Did we mistake falling for one another because we fell in love moment, and kept holding on just to feel alright? Is that why we are afraid to leave, because we are scared to be lonely and not alright?
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
I'm so unhappy
but I can't say how I feel,
because if I do
I'm just being unsupportive,
so I can't win either way,
I can either be unhappy or selfish,
one of us will take the blame,
but that person won't be me
Sep 16, 2023
Sep 16, 2023 at 5:38 AM UTC