So messed up
Did things
I now regret
Things I can't mention
Putting me under tension
Steadily stealing my attention.
I wish I knew better
I would have done better
I wish I can ease on me
Without dismay
It comes like nemesis
Steady worrying
My peace of mind
Leaving me vulnerable.
What you love
Others might hate
People live and die,
For what they love and believe in
Done things, that made me
Lost family and others trust
Oh God revive, show mercy and endow me again.
I've Given Up
I’ve given up on chasing stars,
On mending scars with broken jars.
The weight of dreams too far to reach,
Has stolen words I used to preach.
I’ve given up on morning light,
On battles waged in endless night.
The fires once burned in my chest,
Now smolder, silent, laid to rest.
I’ve given up on hope’s cruel song,
A melody that played too long.
Its promises, a fleeting breeze,
That left me kneeling, weak, diseased.
I’ve given up on looking back,
On counting footprints in the track.
Each step a burden, heavy, gray,
That led me further, led astray.
But even here, within this fall,
Where shadows rise and silence calls,
A whisper stirs, a breath remains—
Perhaps I've given up on pain.
For in the ashes, cold and still,
A seed might sprout, defy the will.
Though I’ve surrendered, broken through,
It seems the world won’t give up too.
@~rhazacq.
Please ignore the title of the poem before this one I put the wrong title on the wrong thing and I don't know how to fix it .
Life carries storms and
A blaze of sunshine so you
Never decline your future!
You are a creature of time and
The reality of your fear can take you to your prime
Look to your future
Your past can’t block
Seasons don’t last forever
Things change
So believe and receive
Time flows from the future into the present
So cast your attention on your destiny
Messed up but don’t give up
Copyright 2024
To all the kids that had it rough
That when you were behind your home's walls, things got tough
Hearing your parent's screams bounce off the walls.
Listening through the cracks, their spiteful words making you fall
To all the kids that love the most
Even though they weren't given an example at home
Seeing shattered plates and broken bones
You couldn't tell anyone, you were so alone
To all the oldest siblings that had to be strong
and shield your younger siblings from the terrors on your home turf
You didn't even get to be a child
At a young age, you were no longer naive and in denial
To all the kids that remembered everything
All the scars inflicted and all the tears shed
All your screams and cries are muffled by the pillow in your bed.
All the words you wanted to shout out but were left unsaid.
I am so sorry for what you went through you didn't deserve it the least.
You were only a child supposed to have good memories within reach
But what was exposed to our fragile bodies and mind
Might haunt you till the end of time.
Sometimes I get muddled
A little confused and mixed up
I come out with funny things
and make everyone crack up
My workmate spent thousands on IVF
I was explaining this one day
but my brain seemed to go absent
and I messed it up my own way
I told my friends about her
My brain was running free
I meant to say IVF
but said HIV!
A slight difference I know
but a couple of letters the same
I know I messed it up
but I made everyone laugh again.
I look to my future
I look not to my past
Seasons don’t last forever
They get repeated
So I believe to receive
Time flows from the future into the present
So I cast my attention on my destiny
I messed up but I will not give up
Life carries storms and
A blaze of sunshine so I can
Never decline my future!
I am a creature of time and
The reality of my fear can take me to my prime
Time flows from the future into the present
So I cast my attention on my destiny
I messed up but I will not give up
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
“Jimmy, I have no pens,” Billy meant.
“May I borrow one, please?”~~Message sent.
Oh, how careless he’d been,
putting “i” after “n”!
The reply: “Dude, some things can’t be lent.”
used howmanysyllables.com
November 1, 2022
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I say I wanna die
So I cry everyday
I say I love the sky
But it always rains
Got so much pain
That just will take go away
But I love myself even till this day
I’ll never hurt my self or give my self pain
I’ll always love my brain
So this is to anyone who chooses to give me pain
U can’t hurt me I’m already standing in the rain
Never got the meaning of pi and thiter
Before I met the guy whose name was Peter
He untold the lie... both not a letter
Then made the sour pie even sweeter...
Said it was knowledge within a mathematical theme
Ride low and high in the fourteen seater
Cold wants to die he hands me his sweater
Removes his tie says he's getting hotter
Can't even share the weather?
Then can we even be together?
Why do we accept the nonsense like we're all deaf and blind, like the rocks and like the night?
The world needs no description anymore, it's dark, it's bad, it's not the world that we once had.
But we sit around, we're useless children and like we've tried before and don't want to try again.
I sit here, not alone, not wise, in dark, rainy July afternoon writing wisdom in bland sugar lies.
When will we at last wake up and see just how badly we've messed up?
You laughed at my jokes
I thought I was being fooled
We conversed through the night
I could not believe its truth -
We fell in love, from the beginning.
You called my name
I thought too much of my image
We reconvened later
I could feel your heart -
We held each other, to few qualms.
You cried tears
I callously walked away
We reconciled a day after
I could see your pain -
We promised forever, to be continued.
You lost your happiness
I opposed your accusations
We found a way forward
I could not understand your cause -
We obligated ourselves, to remain.
You were left hopeless
I confessed my infidelity
We separated at once
I refused to be omissive -
We could not love, to the end.
I drank and nearly
Lost it all
Messed up
Woke up in jail
Got out and walked in slippers
The three quarter mile stretch
Then to the bus and home
What a great day and now things
Are already getting better
I came across a logging camp,
not exactly what I’d planned,
they said they needed a muleskinner,
so I told them,”I’m your man.”
Up early the very next morning,
I rose to go do my task,
thinking they would be impressed
that I’d work without being asked.
At six the walking boss came out,
and let loose an awful shriek,
out the loggers came crying:
“What did you do?! You freak!”
So now I sit here in this cell,
and I’m mightily confused,
why did they hire a muleskinner
if they didn’t want me to skin mules?
I just don't understand the world anymore...
I saved all my pride,
held pain deep inside,
oh, how I tried…
But he was just a man,
who couldn’t understand,
who I really am-
a messed up dented can.
With nowhere to run,
and all madness undone,
bleeding just for fun.
But he was just an old soul,
tried to push when I’d pull,
his life took a sorry toll,
with a dented can not half full.
Forgive me for my lies,
and wearing this disguise,
I see how he tries…
But he is just ash and dust,
where longing is a must,
I screamed, I fussed;
I’m a dented can made of rust.
Never again will I hide,
exuding all my pride,
and oh, how I tried…
But he was just a man,
a tidal wave on dry land,
who could never understand-
I’m just a messed up dented can.
Dented Cans Poetry Contest
John Lawless
January 9th, 2018
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