annoyingly wordy
a palaverous spirit
her writing was verbose
and boring
unliked by many
not understood by any
especially me
Categories:
unliked, write,
Form: Free verse
Love of Past
Walking, thinking, contemplating, and meditating
This is the reason for my cemetery walks, and time
Times of the past centuries; feel those lives, so nice
Ages, eras, society, culture, fates, names, memories
Yes, we can find life in the past. The future is unliked
Unliked? So sorry, Life! So sorry, God! I don’t want to live
I don’t want to live in the next time; my future is the Past
Walking, walking, and listening to the silence of the cemetery
Just feel the past, and learn from the past masters of life
Listen to their conversations, afflations, old pearls of wisdom
Love of Past
Base of Life
Future gone
Eternal Wisdom
Soul flies
In the Time
Categories:
unliked, life, time,
Form: Free verse
It’s unanimous
uncontested
irrefutable
no doubt
no conjecture
I am an arsehole
bad-tempered
foul-mouthed
and irredeemably crass
all my conversations
revolve around me
my opinions
about everything
are always right
I have done everything
I have been everywhere
it has taken almost seventy years
for this message to reach home
but
upbeat and eternally optimistic
agony aunts aside
it is now too late for me to change
so, do I remove myself
and not be missed
or, do I forge on
unliked but endured
‘tis a quandary
that has bested me
if truth be told
most days
my choice lies
but a hair’s breadth away
from the former solution
do not be alarmed dear reader
the above are merely the musings
of a crusty old bullet
I shall remain
irredeemably crass
until the lights go out
aah life
what a thing it is.
Categories:
unliked, suicide,
Form: Free verse
THE UNLIKED CHANGE
Seeing this world in a fierce,
feels like I have always been in the tierce.
Seeing this world in a hurry,
feels like I have never been in a worry.
Of all of what I have experienced,
Seems like I've went trough it all inexperienced.
This world should be touching the top,
in the mind, in the blocks, as never to drop.
It should travel through all strive and pain,
As never to be in vain.
-Tai Tara
Categories:
unliked, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
"Just a few words,
Thank I've never bowed down,
Not to anyone,
With either love or hate,
I've never tried to please others,
I don't make friends as I don't do what everyone else is doing,
I haven't been like those in anyway or any common sense,
Yet I've been loved and hated for the same over and over again in life,
I'm unliked as they don't agree or see from the truth with my own psychology of life,
I really don't care from closed shallow minds any more,
I see in other dimensions that trigger my own thoughts from the awaken and brighten minds nowadays..." -Ds-
Categories:
unliked, age, blue, endurance, judgement,
Form: ABC
She steps up to the plate –smiling
The smile that fills you with hatred and embarrassment
When so often it is present.
This is no laughing matter.
The unliked by the team,
But still the needed captain.
The field is watching, waiting.
Bat up, she stances.
Eyes narrow.
The players tense –mechanically.
The pitch from empty space,
Creation of the batter’s mind,
Carefully crafted to tie the game.
The crowd groans.
She swings.
And off goes the game.
She motions to first.
The ball whizzes through the air-
First the infielders –chasing –running –pacing
Staccato across the red.
But they are no match –the ball continues.
She accelerates to second.
The inner-outfielders, the bridge, take over,
As if squeaks and honks can stop it.
They chase, to fill the empty space, but relent.
She crescendos to third.
The far-outfielders, at last,
The most important players of all.
Long, deep strides cover much ground,
But they cannot compare.
The ball is gone.
She made it home.
There is silence in the field.
And the crowd goes wild.
(In 8th grade, I really didn’t care for my band teacher, but loved band.)
Categories:
unliked, baseball, childhood, metaphor, middle
Form: Free verse
4-8-11 @8:23am
i only do what needs doin
and try not ruin
anything along the way
it aint always easy
and sometimes it’s sleazy
but at the end of the day
when my work is done
till tomorrows sun comes
in my dreams i laugh and play
and i don’t really care
what they think over there
nor do i listen to what they say
‘cause i know i’ve done right
fighting the good fight
and doing my part to defray
all the nay-sayers
and all the game-players
and if i’m unliked that’s okay
because i know what i do
will be proven true
and i’ll not be chased away
by them that hate
that i control my own fate
and who’s opinion holds no sway
Categories:
unliked, life
Form: I do not know?
Closed off from the real world
all alone in this cold hell
wanting to break free
needing to feel loved
but no one wants to waste their time
on someone like me
singing sad notes, telling awful stories
crying from night till mornng
feelingunloved, and unliked too
Punches and slaps out of the blue
Stay to myself, quiet as a mouse
God knows theres no peace in this house
Try to speak out, let them kow how I feel
but the only response is to scream and yell
what am I to do when your so closed off
from the real world
and Im stuck living in a bad fairytale.....
Categories:
unliked, depression, family, sadworld,
Form: I do not know?
She sits in her house all day long.
wondering where her life went wrong
What wrong choice did she make?
What wrong road did she take?
Is this all her life amounts to?
Sitting around with nothing to do.
She asks what if every night and day,
and wonders if she'll be okay.
She wonders why she feels so low,
and asks herself if she should go.
Why is she so confused?
Why does she feel so used and abused?
Unoticed, unliked by all it seems.
Good things only happen in her dreams.
She wants a purpose for her life.
It cuts through her like a knife.
Right now it seems it'll never end,
this empty feeling her heart sends.
Categories:
unliked, angst, confusion, life,
Form: I do not know?