Best Unstable Poems
You think this is quaint, a case of the blues
A handkerchief for a dainty cheek
But I want to howl, I want to shriek
I want to tear the world in two
As you safely stand
In your well-dressed land
Handing out ornate soliloquies
Like pennies
yet neglecting to understand
The poverty of agony
While my dark demeanor
is dismissed
I will burn buildings
If you insist
On painting glitter
over rage
On labeling my pain
a phase
An inconvenient rite, a blight
On your ladylike
well-mannered path
My wrists bleeding
As you correct my math
My words are not petty, not obscene
I am not a robot, not a machine
To defuse, deprogram or debug
Or merely lock away and shrug
In your placid belief
that compliance is peace
What is prison for
If not release?
When I am tumbling through
Unstable skies
And need a roof
To calm my eyes
Bring me more than
A structured reply
Just sit with me
And ask me why
6/24/22
I'm emotionally unstable.
No guy should ever try me.
With my kind of temperament
I will only leave their hearts bleeding.
I'm a heart breaker and I just want to admit my problem.
They won't know what hit them once they get a little taste of my poison.
You see i'm thrill seeker so I may just convince myself that I actually want different
I may just go out and find that Mr. Perfect despite my addiction
It will be all good for a while and we might even fall deep in love
until I need another hit.
No amount of Theraphy or love can cure my obsession.
You see I had a boy friend once and he's an ex now.
He was all I ever wanted. He was all I ever loved.
Since he's been gone I've been trying to move on
but it doesn't seem to be working I just want to be with him.
I know i'm a little emotionally unstable
If he ever said those words "Want to get back together"? I would drop any guy on their
butts and run back. How stupid does that look and sound? I mean he broke my heart and I keep
contemplating to just forget about it. But I can't.
So many guys want to wine and dine me yet i'm stuck on this fool.
It's impossible for me to give any guy a guarantee. A guarantee that I won't roam. A guarantee
that I will stay faithful. Cause no matter how good they treat me there will always be
something in the back of my mind that will make me want him back even if it's no strings
attached.
Just to feel his touch again
I would lose a husband and a ring. Just to experience that high of just being his guy or just his
something I would give up anything. Most guys don't get that sort of picture when they first look
at me... All they see is a pretty face. Nice conversation. good company. If they only knew that
deep under the surface i'm emotionally unstable and that I can't be trusted.
The problem I have is unrequited love.
It sucks but more for the guys because no matter what I will always be breaking hearts.
It's cause I'm emotionally unstable. It's cause once upon a time I was in love.
Yo,
Dis poem is in honor of manic mistresses who war against the fleeting flesh,
Yo, dis poem is honor of schizophrenic Don Quixotes, swingin' at windmills of panic
stricken consciousness,
Yo Dis poem,
Yo Dis poem is honor of maestro's chasin' the muse of the logos made flesh,
In words, the only comfort they possibly know,
Flowing in a reverie of ecstatic epiphany,
Caressing solace, defeating the alienation of solitude,
The man sat staring at the fractured scatterings of a generation that had forsaken kindness,
And the woman saw him, and outstretched her hand, but the agent of chaos grabbed her,
Purpose, he said, purpose,
And the angels wept,
Yo, genius shining through the tears of fear made real,
Reeling, peeling, away layers of miraculous fish feeding thousands,
Miraculous words, healing a generation,
Begging Christ for a moment's rest,
From the war that wages within,
Men sing songs of triumph,
But courage is when your very mind won't have you,
And your heart, mocks you with its mercurial caprice,
Genius shining through hilarious and cacophonous laughter,
Outraged and astounded,
Dumbfounded and incredulous,
At how no one can feel this,
Pain that seems so salient,
Raging seas of foaming mouths in ascetic white rooms of institutionalized slavery,
Thieves profiting on the sound of crying children,
Praying, wishing that their parents would piece together the puzzle of sanity,
And rest in the greenhouse of sanctuary,
But God won't have it.
For this suffering is but a moment's mist,
In the calculus of eternity,
And in the end, a tree of inspiration,
Emerges from the relentless voices,
And the world knows healing!
My beer-swilling auntie called Mabel
Could drink most blokes under the table
She sups pint after pint
Almost every night
No wonder her legs are unstable!
06~07~17
Sick of this weed and where it leads when unstable,
Not capable
of following through with consciously aware will,
Wilted inner power towering wanting to kill,
Your logical thinking, sinking,
Playing blames games with reasons insane,
Asking am I who I claim to be when the receiver is the brain?
Thinking I came into this 3D domain with a higher purpose,
Is this folly or Holy?
Demon's leave
when I seek truths that most don't see and believe,
Just beings being and not seeing,
Through blindness believing the mind thieves,
We wont get into conspiracies,
But, just understand we are conditioned
to be law abiding citizens within systems,
In everything including your mindset,
Story Rhymes that cross truth and lies unfed,
Treading on the devices led, steered and trending
from a place called Rome,
Instead ive chosen a alternate zone,
Grown alot through awareness and grooming,
Inbloom and growing and fully blooming,
Zooming and looking to space
that traps and hides the other side,
Knowing
reception depends on your perceptions that collide...
Written by: Quincy Mac (instagram name:Story Rhymes)
Date Written: 17.12.2016
Knock knock knocking on heaven's door
my knuckles are bleeding and still,
you ask me, nothing more
Thick red solid walls erected between us
you labeled me and shipped me off to another Country ...
leaving me with nothing more
Defused, deprogramed, debugged, I walk away
from your locked-in displaced shrug
I am held in a makeshift prison of my own,
though I tell you everything, you tell me nothing more;
Knock knock knocking on Satan's door
Sanctimonious roars from a placating hypocritical God
no Pious gesture on my part, I am not conforming
this misshapen piece of bread you offer me
doesn't feed my aching belly,
I show you everything I'm feeling while you,
escort me, out the door.
ps I wish to thank Michelle for speaking such cantillate truth.
Way aback upon the fog of the swamp and the itch of the tree
lay a beautiful lady that no one ever got to see.
She was a runaway of sorts but not by her will.
She ran to stay alive so that she would not be the next kill.
Now she sits in her little house with her grandfather trying to do what she can do
but she hasn't seen a soul since five years old and her grandfather had given up very
much to.
Her grandfather said it was an army that came through her town that carried off everyone
who spoke her tongue.
Out of the bed she was pulled and they began to run.
They had heard the stories that were put by her grandfather into her ear.
Stories of unspeakable things, ones that brought panic and fear.
Her grandfather lifted her in his arms and ran as fast as he could frantic to stay alive.
It wasn't until they were well into the woods he realized the others had been left behind.
For the first time she'd seen a grown man cry.
Then he hugged her closer and through the woods they began to fly.
Now they sit in their home waiting for any news.
The people in his town knew this house and she waited for any clues.
That hope had gone along with her grandfather's mind.
The house was so far back it seemed just to hard to find.
One day the beautiful lady saw something move and out of the house she ran.
It was a man.
He looked at her with an admiring face.
His eyes began to gaze.
The woman was beautiful but she never knew.
She had nothing to compare herself to.
The man was dressed in very unusual clothes.
She heard something ring and was shocked to see a cellular phone.
She wondered what had happen over the past fifteen years since she'd been here.
A phone with no cords. How *****?
He hung up the phone and she ran to him "What's going on with the Jews in Germany?"
"What is going on with the war?"
The man looked very concerned and knew not what to say for sure.
"Ma'am, That war has been over for many years. It's 2004."
Hey poor boy from the far 80s
Was it 16 or 17 when you got stuck?
You dug a hole so deep and fell in it.
Agreed it was warm , protective
except that your whole adulthood was blocked .
You had your chances , you had your talents
you let them rot .
And now you ride on that red flying horse
among young bloods
too much smoke , too much old bones.
Some evil child once told me , he took you to the crazy house
and he felt your use of erotic images was overboard.
He laughed at you , but I didn’t
because only a monster would celebrate any pain coming from the guts of a friend .
Shame I said nothing ,
but again like you would say :
-it wasn’t my business but your mistake .
And now you walk on flimsy panels of concrete
and now you stalk and now you cuss.
And now you talk about little girls
that ate too much candy ,
you call them sad because you get it .
You see, I know you ate all that candy too,
but instead of reaching for the light
you dug that hole and paralyzed your soul .
And that is how , I find myself
relentlessly entangled in your monologue .
There is no shame in cutting heads
of bratty player boys .
What killed the cat was not curiosity
but hateful words .
And from those I gave them none .
So dear poor boy from the far 80s ,
become a man , untie your soul ,
Happiness , sadness, that is your choice.
My incantation: I wish you gone .
Never pick fights with a survivor,
in life , only one time the heart is broken
and after that , the flesh gets rough
and we start over .
there are no schemes
but only freedom to love again , to fail again , to celebrate the everlasting beauty of not giving a damn anymore.
she smelled of unstable
an upgrade from offline
like a magnet folded in two
she had me sputtering over gutters
whenever she was looking for action
there was no getting bored
i was but one of a billions souls
who's timing was all wrong
it's a wonder i ever belonged
i was readily decomposed
changed into another compound
waffling like an improper synonym
and then she asked me for money
something about poweraving
i heard gaslight rhythms
and my PTSD set in
i put her in a cage
she never asked again
fly off the handle
point fingers for your problems
and i'm unstable?
I've tried a million times to reach the same stage
Facing the same lights
Burning at the same pace
Whatever was left of me, got designated to your happiness.
Can't go rest
Can't take a step
The air choked the life
Out of my breath
And here I am standing with a bouquet of roses—
On my death.
I've never been through this.
The confused mind, the unstable kind.
I would lose myself if I was fifteen,
Straight through my heart, the rupture, the hurt that's hurting-
Didn't close within four years that's been chasing;
Me and my favourites set on those fires
Where the flesh felt alive but the mind went numb...
Things wouldn't go the same as they should
but sometimes we all speak from where we belong.
Hands are shaking, tears in the
making.
Quivering lips, frozen finger
tips.
There's an unsure look in your
eyes, my emotions are dressed
in a disguise.
Your words are meant to sink
deep into my heart but my past
and fears just tear them apart.
When you try to hold my hand,
I disappear like quick sand.
When you look into my eyes my
emotions go on a ride, the kind
of emotions I can't hide.
But the sound of your laugh,
the way you smile, makes me
wish you could stay for more
than a while.
My fears are eating me inside
out.
I want to do this but the back
of my head is screaming sirens
of doubt.
Why does the thought of
holding you make me go
insane?
Why am I the only one that's
on your brain?
What is it that causes us to
care?
I guess we'll never find out
until we've been ensnared.
Stay by my side and I'll stay by
yours, and together we will
open new doors
You knew at the beginning she was looking for more than you could give
But you let her jump anyways knowing that she’d fall
As she leapt you stretched out your arms giving her false hope
A smile like no other you’d seen on her face
But in a second you wiped it out of place
Her hands grasped out for yours
In a split second decision you snapped your hands back
Watching her fall
And now that’s all you can do
Sitting there watching her fall
Seeing the promising woman you took from her
Reverting her back to that insecure little girl
She once was a long time ago
You look deep into her eyes as she falls
You realize it wasn't worth it all
To lose someone like her
Now you beg for her to come back
Understanding the mistake you’ve made
But the future is unknowing
So there is no knowing if you can undo what you’ve done
Can you imagine a lifetime without her
Her laughter will no longer ring in your ears
You won’t be able to see that sparkle in her eyes
Are you really sure you want to build her up on your unstable lies…
Stalking someone life
Lurking digging
Collecting info
On a total stranger
rage mad with her
wishing death on her
Chanting spells over her
Pictures,
Wake up obsessing
Envy of her beauty
Envy of her youth
Wealthy in the world
Heart full of poverty
Lacking confidence
Lost control discuss her
All day,
Stranger consume your thoughts
Stranger got the power
Gaining your strength
Insecure beauty fading
Love potions to keep him around
Blinding spells to keep him blind
Love, lust, spells out of fear
DNA spell in dinner
Hurt your youth disappear
Wake up angry
Stranger stay topic of arguments
Stranger the center of your world
Realize the love an illusion
Holding him back to prove a point
Child stranger minding hers
Stranger intuition knows
Stranger smile at the self destruct
Stranger soul belong to God
Stranger giggles at the dysfunction
Lost soul belong to the devil
Almost time to collect
Spirits do your will but so long
Spirits do turn wicked
So high school gossiping
40 running from denial
Lost your self over your pimp
Sugar mama that’s the deal
Lost your self worth
Pay like you weight Syndrome
Full of self-doubt
Hi jack his soul
Co dependent
Mama-son Syndrome
Holding him
Stranger Blessed thank you
Can’t raise a man...
mean toddler
Stranger need back bone
Strong man
Real man
No mama issues
God fearing
Jealous of stranger strength
Swag
Confidence
Stranger ain’t no fool
Wealthy but unhealthy
Still cheating
Loose toddler on the loose
No grow up
Toddler need allowance
Toddler never work
Playing yourself
Grooming him for the next stranger
Stranger got out dodge
Unhappy frustrated
White powder y’all got in common
Strip yo soul for happiness
Curse God for happiness
Stranger mind stuck to Divine
Stranger know real love
Jealousy age the face
Rage wrinkles the face
Bitterness bust the heart
Spells backfires
Unstable witch
Stranger don’t know you
Stranger in her power
Stranger stress free
Worry free
Happy
Unstable witch
Damage is done
Blames all your own
I lived for you only
not that you cared
not that you knew
Like a smile from an angel
Looking right through me
What I’d give for your notice
just a catch of your eye
Hours turn to days, as minutes tick by
Still you’re looking, looking right through
All that I am is meant just for you
How is it you cannot see me
I’m right here, right in front of you
It’s killing me
But its killing you too
Damage is done
Blames all your own
I lived for you only
not that you cared
not that you knew
Hallowed out, I refuse to die alone
Even the emptiness is gone
Left on the edge
just waiting for a push
Running out of patience
Breath comes heavy
Still there is nothing
Again you look right though me
Why can’t you see
It’s killing me
But it’s killing you too
Damage is done
Blames all your own
I lived for you only
Not that you cared
Not that you knew
Can’t go on like this no longer
Just existing in shadow
Don’t walk through me again
Don’t, don’t you dare
Bun halo, burn
I’m taking you down
All we could have been
You just wouldn’t see
All the love for you, living in me
Damage is done
Blames all your own
I lived for you only
Not that you cared
Not that you knew