What can I do?
To fight these urges
In my adult life, I have no luck
No luck with love
But my body needs to
But I can't disappoint God
Nor give Satan the power
So what can I do
To fullfill my Sexual desire
The beating in my chest
the urge to rub a womans breast
and rubbing her feet would also be best
I can't be a pimp
Compare to my male friends
I feel like a useless wimp
I have tons of urges and kinks
I can have sex in weeks
I love to mingle
But I am single
I'm not getting yonger
I'm getting older
My urges feel like a roller-coaster
I feel horny each time I'm awake
I don't know how much I can take
The little boy who was slow
Couldn't keep with the flow
Mistreated by most peers
Scared of people who's near
The naughty boy in the class
What's wrong? Noone asked!
Fustration leads to temper loss
Fights are won and many lost
Bully gangs loved to tease
Nobody helps at any degree
Confusion at the upmost extreme
Things just aren't what they seem
Anxiety is not always the answer
Depression is diagnosed faster
People don't look deeper inside
What's this DNA trying to hide
A chromozome not complete
Where X and Y should meet
A diagnosis from the spectrum
Detected in old and in young
To all the teachers and police
The bullies out on the streets
The bouncers in the clubs
You shouldn't be so quick to judge
Shame on all of you
For making this boy so blue
For not seeing he needed help
And only thinking of yourselves
The truth that packs a sting
The boy who asked for nothing
Is now at peace with himself
And puts you all on the shelf
Why Oh Why Oh Me.
Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean
Or Donald duck
Than me
I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack
Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?
I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose
I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag
A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack
A penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With no lookalike
Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.
Peter Dome©2019.
Trifle Un Delightful.
If life is a Trifle
Un delightful
As it seems nothing goes to plan
Your left in a spin
But you try the best you can
If your that kind of woman
I’m your man
If you want plenty of cheer
After a few beers
And someone to dry your tears
I’ll do the best I can
If your that kind of woman
I'm your man
If your day has gone down the plug hole
You need a hug and a moan
To someone who understands
You can cry on my shoulder
If your that kind of woman
I’m your man
If you climb into bed
And I get the urge
To show you I’m a man
And you say ‘’I have a headache’’
And your that kind of woman
I’m a man
With a problem in my hand.
Peter Dome©2019.
When fear blocks your heart from seeing love,
It makes excuses and causes you to run,
Leading to confusion, you put yourself there,
The thinker overthought, yet he's so unaware,
Tell me who I am, yet your telling on yourself,
The mirror reflects back, putting the experience on the shelf,
His heart still pounds, his words are alive,
But pays too much attention to the fear inside,
He refuses to let his pride fall and open his heart,
His image is more important, so he lets it all fall apart,
Is he really happy with the decision he made?,
No, not at all...he drinks his life away,
Must we go through the vices of vicious torment and lies,
To find his heart drowning, still swimming for his life,
Sober fustration can't find the words,
For fear his heart won't be valued or heard,
The mirror with compassion looks better than the bottle,
Yet hes still swimming through the alcohol to get to the bottom,
Empty....
Written off
I will not write again
I might stumble and fall
Fall within the edges of a cracked rock which together we tried to mould back
And failed
I will not write again
The anger and fustration still fumes inside my deepest walls
Each time i try to contain it
with wings planted in shoulders
I escape and find solidarity
I will not write again
you are not worth the drop of my blood
And certainly,
I dont want..
The red ink of my pen wasted
I will not write again
You are lost in love anyway
You wouldnt understand a word
To move on and stay away
I will not write again
Write you and me in the books of forever young and inlove
We both know it aint true
To live false fantasy and try to like your character
I refuse to give you a different script
Knowing exactly how you will pitch it the same while its new version of the next chapter
I will not write again
words that never come into action
Tell you i love you while i know its all a fiction
I will write you off and let you see
To God be the glory, you deserved to be free
I Just Wish I
I just wish I..., Could meet you eye to eye,
In all of this negitive, Never open and selective,
Oh please, Don't forget about me,
Becuase I Can't forget you, That, I would never do,
Starting all over again, Has left me with not a freind,
But a life partner, Let's take this even farther,
No negitive creation, Leaving us in fustration,
Take your time, I will take mine,
Read your bible, Turns out it's pretty reliable,
We should love God before ourselves,
God will pick us up again if it fails,
Maybe it don't sound like a good idea to you,
Just look at all the things we have been through,
You wonder why I'm leaving,
It was all for good reason.......
P.S. I'll be back, I hate it where I'm at.
By: Scotty Skaggs
I just wish I..., Could meet you eye to eye,
In all of this negitive, Never open and selective,
Oh please, Don't forget about me,
Becuase I Can't forget you, That, I would never do,
Starting all over again, Has left me with not a freind,
But a life partner, Let's take this even farther,
No negitive creation, Leaving us in fustration,
Take your time, I will take mine,
Read your bible, Turns out it's pretty reliable,
We should love God before ourselves,
God will pick us up again if it fails,
Maybe it don't sound like a good idea to you,
Just look at all the things we have been through,
You wonder why I'm leaving,
It was all for good reason.......
P.S. I'll be back, I hate it where I'm at.
By: ScottS2011
The same song plays repeatedly,
Time begins to rewind instantly.
I turn the radio off and yet I hear it,
In anger and fustration on your picture I spit.
The same love song that played during our wedding,
The same song that played during years of love and caring.
I now detest it like I detest you,
Yet I have you inside my body and mind like a stuborn flu.
The years are passing now and you remain in me,
I close my eyes and see your mezmerising beauty.
I force myself to hate you with all my might,
Yet I long for you in my sleepless nights.
The cat crawls
The cat growls
Fustration, preadation
Fishy, fishy swimming in the tank
Come fishy, fishy I won't hurt
The cat crouches
The cat pounces
Fishy, fishy you are mine
My, oh, my you look divine
The cat sleeps
Not a peep
Fishy, fishy you tassted good
You didn't scream
Like I thought you would
We all cry the same tears,
tears of fright,
tears of sadness,
tears of loss,
tears of fustration,
tears of disappointment,
tears of loneliness.
Lands are flooded with our tears.
We need one another's:
Kindness, cooperation, trust and respect to survive.
with eyes that look beyond circumstance, beyond all feelings of pain,
our father who sees our deepened hearts, his feelings of love stay the same,
off balance at times while we've searched for truth, not knowing what to expect or
believe,
we've wracked our brains to make sense of our issues, and even then we don't
suceed,
you would think that after the first try, we would back down to let god establish our
lives,
while we're so busy trying to figure out our problems, he already knew
beforehand all the tears we would cry,
our trust is so important to him, when i rest my thoughts, he speaks to me,
a clear and visual understanding that my eyes never noticed to see,
in my panic and fustration, when worries begin to overflow,
while fear tries to trap me, he whispers "my daughter, let go."
it seems so easy to say these words, but much harder to put them to practice,
our human nature still wants us to work through it ourselves, while god wants us
to give him full access.
People always ask me me why I allow people to trample all over me.But their not
they're
just walkin' into my softside.Then they ask if they're in your softside why aren't you
showing emotions.So I tell them it's hard to define my sensitivity when I'm so
eagerly
multi-challoengeeed.Then one askes weither or not my mind flees in panic.And
my reply is
how could my mind flee in panic if I never allow the fustration to get to it.So if
you're
not listening then pay attention because there's a stmpede of the minds and you
don't
want to be left behind.
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