"usless" poems
The soul of a shoe...
It gets trampled on each day
Yet it is there the next
Its gets all the rough parts of life
Yet it supports others
For a shoe without a soul...
Is nothing but a usless shell
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
Don't You Dare Speak,
Your Words Trying To Make Blue Streaks,
On The Monalisa Of My Soul,
Black Graffiti Stains My Wishes,
And Teeth Bare At My Well Being,
Am I Daft?
Or Sane?
My Head Pounding With Lyrics,
About How Cruel Life Can Utterly Be,
Sharpie Crossing Out My Faith,
Paint Vandalizing My Mended Heart,
Rust Dressing The Hinges Of My Heartbeat Itself,
And Golden Irises Reset,
Back To Seaweed Green,
Resting On A Bloodshot Background,
Crayons Scribbling On The Coloring Book,
Of My Dreams,
Making It A Midnight Sky Mask,
Flecked With Miserable Maroon Tears,
Slang Covers My Intellect,
Making It Foggy And Usless,
You Can Thank Society,
For Sculpting My Strength,
From A Slab Of Clay,
Burning It In A Kiln,
To The Foundation Of Life,
I Am Art,
Sculpted From The Earth's Face,
Yet I Sit On A Shelf,
Collecting Dust,
And All Of The Arrogent People,
Doodle On My Shell,
Colors Make An Ugly Mix,
On My Bodies Skeleton,
And What Is Making Me Special,
Is Slowly Drowning,
Underneath A Sea Of Graffiti
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:05 PM UTC
The sun shines as I fly;
As I fly high, as I fly low
There is a question on my mind
'Where is it that I'm trying to go?'
I make some noise, I spread my wings
I join my peers in an aimless flight.
I ask myself; Where is my purpose?
It's not before me. It's not in sight.
The eagles hunts the rats
The vulture eats what remains
The parrot sings with its pretty wings
And I sit, in my nest, all grey and plain
My friends, my brothers and all the others
Never feel that something is amiss
We have no role or goal or greater calling
Is our purpose just to exist?
The humans don't seem to like us
Other birds think they're superior
We eat worms and spread germs
Our other talents are unclear.
We sit, We sleep, We **** We eat
An endless mundane routine
Sometimes, I feel there must be more;
That our purpose is there, it's just unseen
There must be a reason for our creation
We can't be such a usless species
We're just a nusiance to the world
Finding answers won't be easy.
My mind is made; I begin my journey.
What is my purpose? I must know!
Over the trees, the sun sets
As I fly high, as I fly low.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
hung in black cobwebs
wrapping the ceilings
hot water cylinder
rusted to usless
old nickle plated
green tarnished teaspoons
food scraps that lurk
on ancient linolium
a sprouting of mushrooms
under the cooker
bin bags all spilling
jumble sale clothing
death a relief
only imagined
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all the time.
i'm wrong with me ,
i'm too much to live with .
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
A small slow creak and a shadow peeks,
Behind an unexpecting corner.
You close your eyes, but to your surprise when you open,
The shadow is gone,
But a presence you can sence around every turn,
The conditions right in the dead of night with a
fierce howling wind,
And soon you realize through sloppy tears the danger is swiftly drawing closer!
Creak.. Creak... Creak!
The lump in your gut, seemed to force you out of your frozen rut.
The edrenelin took over then!
Relying on touch for your eyes were usless from crying too much.
The beat of your heart stretched from your ears to your feet.
Your arms flailed and your feet flew,
But still you felt the hot breath on your neck it was
the end you just knew.
A nervous tremor in your leg threw you forward right onto your back.
Instantly your eyes traveled to the onyx bulbs of death that stared you down,
Cloaked completely in black.
As he reached a boney hand around your throat,
It didn't matter you couldn't breath either way,
Just when you could see the light of savior...
It spoke...
The most sinister slither slid out of his covered lips "I'll see you in hell." A small smile was then visible through his mask.
From sheer fright I gasped my last breath of air, and out of the strangest things to cross my mind all I could think is 'goodnight.'
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
I run from love
in hopes that
it will chase me.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
What is a Nervous Condition?
A condition that will ingulf your life and control your every single thought. Making you feel usless and self-consious...
My nervous condition is constantly feeling inferior and that I'm worthless and a **** up...
I jus' want to be normal. Buu' these voice refuse to let me be...
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
i remember there was i time where i ment nothing,
just like the people that saw me bluffing
nothing mattered
nothing would change
everything seemed usless in my ****** up brain
then finally life took a turn for the better
and i was always the one in the center
i was loved
and people cared
but then i fell back down the stairs
again i was the one that no one could see
the person that im really ment to be, everything lost
my cards on the floor
no one to notice if i walk out the door
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Go ahead
Do it
Be mad at me for caring
But your anger is usless
I can't stop
C a r i n g
For you
I mean how could I
What kind of sister would I be
What kind of a person
I'm sorry I don't want you to end up b r o k e n
Like me, like this mess of a girl
I'm sorry you don't know or can even begin to understand what goes on behind closed doors
Closed memories
Closed people
I'm sorry that you don't know or can even begin to understand how It feels for me or for anyone else outside of yourself
But most of all I'm sorry I couldn't have cared just a little more to protect you from what you are becoming.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC
What the **** is inside of me
Pain, Desire, agony
Scratching at the surface
clawing at the flesh
ripping out the hair again
and lapping up the rest
leave nothing for the vultures
leave nothing for the ******
spreading your disease on me
all of you are ******* ******
singing the same ******* songs
as a million times before
all of you are ******* usless
it's useless to resist it
I'm drowning in this ocean of lies
i just cant reach the surface
i just cant ******* breath
why the **** are you near me
die, die, die
i want you gone
i want you dead
you are not a victim
you are a pig
a ****
a disease
i am the cure
get the **** out of my head
out of my dreams
i just cant seem to get away
i cant breath
when will the light come
when will i stop hurting
stop hating
stop feeling your touch
long after you've gone
Build your self up
stand on your own two feet
rise above
born again
the hatred still seeths
it emerges when she's near
put on your mask
hide your pain
your darkness
darkness within
dont tell me you care
there is nothing inside of you
is there?
I will never find peace
I will never find happiness
I will never find solace
I will never find a moment
to simply relax.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
You can
Not
Posibly
imagine how much
I hate myself
I'm ugly I'm usless what
am I here for
I can't even imagine how much
Everyone hates me I'm a nothing
A nobody and ugly
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
I am young at heart but my body
gives me away, where once was youth now
departed, and old age like a vine has crept
up and consumed all my parts and me.
You may stroll past as I walk
so slow, but im taking the world
in with each step, loving the sites
the sounds, in my youth I just didnt
see as I thought time was my
friend and would always last an eternity.
My skin wrinkled but like the rings
of tree you may count to see the age I be,
I have seen history that you learn in books,
to you it is but paper, to me it was life I was there
I saw what you couldnt, wouldnt some times
want to see.
I am old but I am not usless, I am
knowledge, have skills, I have stories to
tell if you wish to listen to me.
I miss those that have left never
again to see, but I am at peace that
my life has been up and downs.
But I am happy with what I have done and
seen, it has gave me many years many things
still to be seen.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
help me
I'm stuck in a hole
i can't escape my inner feelings
deeper and deeper i go
deeper and deeper i dig
a hole so deep that no one can save me
a rope
in my hole i see a rope fall
i grab on and start to climb
higher and higher i go
more and more risks
till i can see the top
till i can no longer climb
till i fall
at the bottom of my hole i weep
my tears fill my hole
i am buried in my hole
i can no longer breath
i can no longer feel hurt
but i can feel empty
lonly
usless
and afraid
now my hole is deeper than ever
i try to climb the rope on my own
i try to dig my way out
but i fall
but i get too tired
i can't go on any longer
i have no one to help
i am pleading
people ignore my screams for help
i am being attacked
the hole gets deeper the more they ignore
i can not be saved
i can not be protected
i am alone
i have no one
i have nothing
i can't escape
i am pleading
but i am ignored
there is only one way to escape my hole
and soon i am laying lifeless in my hole
and no longer will my hole get deeper
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
A single tear flow
as my ink leaves some
pretense of what
might be my legacy.
I want to rest
a long sleep
The long night
of stillness,
where winter
as come and time
has no end
and becomes
a usless analogy,
a measure of
the human psyche
I am dying
each day, minute
and second of my life
From the very first
second that I was
thrown onto this
Drifting piece of rock
Only that,
I don't want to wait,
a death bestowed
upon me by any human
or divine intervention
unbiased,
unprejudiced,
a fair chance at death
I am tired, shallow and fearful.
empty, lonely, repulsive, forgotten
and unloved
unworthy to leave
any tracks of who I am
Some think of me
as a poet, a nightingale
of dreams, a counselor
a friend
who always has
inspired words
of beauty and sentiments
and emotions.
I am no such thing.
I am a child,
jailed in a body
of a man, frightened
of my own thoughts.
I am a victim of life,
a useless piece of flesh,
so ugly and inadequate,
who can't see a reason
to genuinely smile,
who talks alone,
who walks, restless throughout
sleepless nights and is not
really wanted
I'm a repulsive piece
of meat, put together
by mistake on an assembly line.
I just want my beauty sleep
the endless kind for those
who have been neglected
and have left of them
no memories.
I am one step closer.
Oh Creator if you are really there
give me strenght to make the terrifying leap into the unknown
and let me rest.
To those I've loved
as companions
on this journey
I ask to be placed
under the shade
of a coconut tree,
so as I may give
food to the hunger
of those whom have
allowed me to pass
and my ashes will
make good feed
for the birds,
the bees
and the sons and daughters of man.
So there I said it, I write it and put it out in the world to see, so at least one person will know
I am waiting for the end to come.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Pent up so long within me they seem now to be tumbling off my tongue
Getting stuck between my teeth
I try to choke them down
Like I always do
But its usless
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Getting mad at a persons wrist is like screaming in a deaf mans ear
Both will not help and is usless to try
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
Sometimes i wonder of waht use is going to school,
And i ponder what knowledge we gain in books,
This tin called life tied a Father's brain loose,
So tell me waht else you expecting of a son too,
after going to d university you still have to learn life as a lesson,
This point gat me thinking if disappointment is a blessing.
I just failed jamb the fourth time, should i write once again,
But from your point of view, explain #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN.
But also don't forget i have the same head with bill gate.
Experience is the best teacher, who can help me narrate??
Life is the greatest teacher, these words i can"t just debate,
Lined with several opportunities, how do i even relate,
We try to reach it n we lose it, how do we recreate,
How do we reach it when our hands are tied in chains,
The more we reach the more we reach in vain,
All dis pain goes deep and cause a twitch in brain,
Opportunity ain't for the poor that's waht the rich says...
Now i just learn wisdom done come wit age,
Same thing that makes Zuckerberg sit n talk with gates,
I lied to myself n said there's alot of opportunities up in states,
My mind of states told me shut up you fail to use your brain,
Then i roll up some **** if they would help me rethink,
Pick up a bottle, sip up some gin,
So I could fall asleep,
Then i woke up with hiccups, and my thoughts widening,
Pick up my laptop, well m don hiding,
Signed up for Air Force, hope i get a safe landing,
Waited for months, because that was ma only option,
When d result came,am ****** i failed again,
Tell me #HOW_USLESS_IS_MY_BRAIN??
Now m imprisoned in my mind, who's gonna bail,
These storms of life, how do i even sail,
In this race of life, how do i cross the finish lane,
But m confused, if failure helps you succeed maybe i should just fail again,
Every time i tried to proceed life just hit the breaks again,
Opportunity comes but once that's the lie they say,
Wake up son Faraday tried 100 times didn't you hear the tale??
But i'm thinking of quitting why cant i b like Faraday??
If per adventure I quit, will that help me make the fame,
This got me entangled n engulfed in the irony of words that says,
if I don't quit #HOW_USELESS_IS_MA_BRAIN??
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC