"unwantedness" poems
From all my houses
One is most forgettable
The natural defense mechanism
Of my toiled mind
Doing its job perhaps
A tad too well so that
I completely forgot my
Safe haven, located
Under the house which
Jutted out, so ugly, from the
Mountain side, so that
A small triangle, filled
With Ivy, was my home
In the period
Of my life that is
That house, but with
The good memories
Of golden sunshine through
Lush green leaves falling upon
Discarded sandals and
A familiar English classic
Come the lonely hours -
The occasional hidden
Poison Ivy among its
Friendly peers hurting
Much less than
The sting of unwantedness.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Why do i do this to myself?
I want you.
In silence i beg for your attention.
I just wanna be able to love you & treat you right.
You push me away.
Every chance you get.
I cry myself to sleep sometimes
Cause the feeling of unwantedness you bring to me drives me insane.
Why don't you reply?
Why don't you want me?
Your words say one thing
Your actions say another
Your hands create a beautiful story on my body.
Your lips makes the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
In the morning you disappear...
I just want to love you like you deserve.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Sullen stares lighting the way
Passing through this great abyss
Dreaming away
Losing control
Gaining doubt
My mind has gone
Leaving me here:
Stranded
I see the end
I do not stop;
desperate for closing
This is not what the world has done to me
But rather, what i have accepted from it
Do not follow me:
Off this cliff
Take the other way:
Reverse
See the hope, The chance
All that awaits you
Live your life
Don't look back
I have not seen hope
Much too long
I am done, finished
and incomplete
Emptiness is looming above
Haunting me with the hunger for more
My attentiveness, I have lost
I no longer see where my hope is
It must be out there
But who knows
Not I
Ability to trust: The key to faith, friendship, and success,
has failed me now
Completely and fully going against itself
Untrustworthy trust
Pure irony
Full truth
Nothing is as it seems
I no longer beg for justice
I have found I'm scared of the meaning
Let alone, what it truly amounts to
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
When I want to cry, I read your poetry.
Out loud.
I revisit the feeling of unwantedness.
Unwantedness, like that’s even a word.
“But it is!” you’d tell me and once
again and
again
I’d feel stupid about what I didn't know yet.
Even if it was not true.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
Oh, whispering whine
of my evening tormentor,
on my blood you dine.
Your song of high pitch
heralds your vampire habit
and leaves spots which itch;
Red, lumpy unwantedness
peeps out from my summer dress.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
Why do i do this to myself?
I want you.
In silence i beg for your attention.
I just wanna be able to love you & treat you right.
You push me away.
Every chance you get.
I cry myself to sleep sometimes
Cause the feeling of unwantedness you bring to me drives me insane.
Why don't you reply?
Why don't you want me?
I just want to love you like you deserve.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
just so you know, i can't be invisible.
for all my life, all i was, was despicable.
i am ******* weird i know,
and i am not nice, not at all no.
i too want to want, why is that too much to ask,
in the scorching, burning light of unwantedness i bask.
give me what would be a little break,
this is my ****** ******* face,
and i can't cast moon's reflection on any lake
it may look sad, it may look bad,
but tell me it's okay and that i look handsome a tad
how long do i have to ****** hide,
will i ever be your pride?
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Take me as I am..
Why won't you just take me as I am?
I exhaled the broken glass as ash filled my eyes. My only resource now is to cry.
I am unseen , unsure of the bleak misinterpretation of how to love.
I am the girl in the dark corner grasping my face so you won't see my horrid unwantedness
Trapped in a hell of massive trash.
I am that trash.
Depression. It's not even depression.
It's a drowning.
I am drowning in the words of self loath.
Self hate. A strong separation of smiles that are fake.
Tease me.
My rugged attire makes me unpleased, unpleasant.
Just drastic.
The prowling of the night kills the rapid storms chasing the good I may see.
A teenage drama queen couldn't even express how depressed that line made me.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC