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You think you deserve something but life slaps you upon the head and throws you down reminding you that after all you've doneyou don't deserve ****
I had a strokeabout a week ago and there as a possibility of me getting to go home today instead of tomorrow but my blood level dropped to an undesirable rate this causing me to have to stay longer missing my oldest sisters funeral. I thought I would get to go buy that's was just life toying with my emotions again. I have a constant thought on"You don't deserve to be happy Ben!You don't deserve happiness. You can't pretend to be a good guy every now and then. it's such a disappoint to know I could've made my love better but now with all these life threatening hospitalizations and not knowinghow long I have left to live it just leaves me with such disappointment. I've always wished I could restart my life over andbe a better man but I know that's impossible just another disappointment that I get to live with I use to lash out in anger but that isn't going to change anything and it's a waste of time
I experienced astrokelast week and b it had brought so much annoyance and disappointment to my mind yet again because I was taken off a medication to soon because of an oversight of some clinic nurses and now I have a mind to sue them because of their **** up I could've died this time
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2020
Sir
What can I serve you?

"Your brain"
"For a time being"

Nothing more
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Irritation
Zane Smith Sep 2020
are pushed.
Voices
ignored.
Tones
raised.
Feelings
on the floor.
Gabrielle Jan 2020
My pen wore red, and scathed a struggling stroke
Black became it better, until feeble nib broke

Blue cried abiding stains, after much impatient rigour
Green was inconsolable, and pink was unconsidered

It was led who was left when all else lacked
That was until rouge eraser attacked

Is it a conscious activity of the precarious pen
To cease work as you require it again and again?
Sydney V Dec 2019
I,
am a walking
headache.
My figure parts beams
of others' light
my coming--
like an aura
that signifies
a migraine,
accompanied by--
the passing
unnamed,
unnecessary,
blips
of luminesence
that,
is my signal
to both come,
and to go.
Inspired by a favorite poet of mine, Mark Strand.
You think you can speak to me like that ***
You best come correct when you talking to me
I thought you were a special lady
I used to think you were a hottie
But naw you just a lil thotty
Step back, get away, you can't come near me
**** was you thinkin' callin' a ***** out
You best watch yoself usin' them CAPS like you is angry
Coworker that I was crushing on rejected my past confession and left me feeling dejected as y'all can see. She said she'd still say hi but now I can only text her if it's job related. So this poem is what I have to say to that.
Baylee Kaye Jun 2019
you sing the language of my heart, o, songs so sweet, too lavish to name. it is true that pure and just souls are the only ones with ears to hear the melody sung by you. no other tainted, conceited heart is equipped to understand the tongue you speak. an ode of love so powerful that those that are wicked in nature condemn the song they choose by action not to hear. O, sweet and utter fools! my tender spirit breaks for the judgment they bestow on you,  for what do they know since they cannot hear the melody? their preconceived notion‘s are their faults and blindness, they are deaf to your song of love. and again I say what do they know? since they chose not to acquire the language of true and everlasting love. and it is to be said, those who do not hear are ignorant in love, and not by bliss, but by stupidity.
Baylee Kaye May 2019
in a crowded room,
why won’t you say you love me?
are you too ashamed?
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