To you who hides your face,
Sitting on cardboard
Asking for change, with your cardboard sign
Is it change you want? Or coins?
I am frustrated by your lack of motion-
Sometimes there is the puppy eye,
The sleeping angel,
The cardboard cut out, tent
Sometimes there's rocking,
I've also heard bothered screams.
What is the condition of your heart?
Where are all your dreams?
Do you have a mental or intellectual condition?
Did someone let you go? I am here to listen, don't you know, don't you know.
The organization giving out blankets- stopped- it was covid, and they did not know you do not wear socks, and it is forecast to snow.
Don't lite that pipe! Stop using needles!
With all the things you do, it's hard not feeling sorry for you.
But 'sorry' is certainly not the best action, in this situation-
Some people speak kindness and hope and civil unsatisfaction.
'Cause the way things are,
Is deserving of reaction.
Those drugs are dirty,
And I seek revenge,
for two of my neighbours,
And one of my friends.
Categories:
unsatisfaction, addiction, dark,
Form: Free verse
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
One which instilled in me the need to be rational
Pray, of what use is somersaulting over rogue waves
When these shall only bring me to my own death?
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
And felt it, the fluid of inner strength,
Invade the many veins of my heart
Why, life remains as she is,
A path laden with upright nails
With their sharp sides facing us
Expecting us to walk over her,
While filtering among us,
The most reckless and rash
Having the solid breath that is required
To be able to meet up with the expectations
Of the Truth that she hides behind her veiled skies!
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
And chose to thank life for everything that I own
Rather than fret over that which I yearn for
Pray, after all, I am sure she must be filled with bitterness
As she gets pricked by the arrows of unsatisfaction
That the whole of humankind throws at her!
I opened my eyes to a new dawn,
Swallowed the lump of pain that was stuck in my throat
And chose to conquer life, as she is!
Categories:
unsatisfaction, hurt, life,
Form: Free verse
I'd just glance at myself in my mirror
Smile, or cry, whichever does deem my mood,
Take a pen and some papers
And hop on the boat of adventure
If I had the opportunity to!
I'd settle snugly in one of its chairs
And let it take me there where it wishes:
From the land of humans to that of mermaids
From the haven of musical poets to that of dancing elves
From the refuge of Gods to that of their rulers!
Why, I'd just enjoy my ride, heartfelt and much needed!
But then, still, the hammer of my conscience would knock
On my inner being, bidding me to reflect about all that which I do
Or would be ready to do
Merely to please myself
But, in spite of it all, ending up feeling dull and morose
So like a weed in a garden; a weed wishing to be admired
As if it were a rose, but, being ignored, merely for being a weed!
Why, if from the boat of adventure, I'd feel thus
Why, would I be able to return to my routine life
Merely to engage in my routine activities
While hoping to have wings grow on my soul
So that it takes its flight, so carefree and so liberated!
Categories:
unsatisfaction, confusion, life,
Form: Free verse
You are my friend, my family, and my little sister
I never thought one day that I'll give your name a twister.
I remember when it was and how it had began
You'd shown me a drawing excitedly and I had tasted sand.
Asked me if it was good enough and what I thought of it
I thought it was done exquisitely and felt my eyebrows knit.
We had always been sketching, ever since I could remember
And yet I never once did think that you would become the better.
I did not know what the feeling was until a few days after
When you handed me another picture and the air rang with your laughter.
You were so happy and so proud, and I very pleased with you too
But somewhere deep inside unsatisfaction started to brew.
It was moments later when I declared a war
"From now on you are my rival, and I won't let you pass by far!"
But you only shook your head and said that I was weird
That kind of apathetic reaction was worse than I had feared.
Nonetheless I stood my ground, although sometimes it kills
Because you'd made me recognise your given artistic skills.
Categories:
unsatisfaction, art, family, friend, little
Form: Couplet
In my death bed;
I did write a poem
Of my life story.
The passion, desperation and seclusion.
Of the selfishness; I believe, unsatisfaction.
I did remember of a promise.
I, yes I, remembered of an oath,
To myself I swore ire,
Then strife, hate, spite!
I loved, by many was liked
I lied, by many was betrayed
Silently, with passion of a narrator,
I became I,
Developed me,
Created myself.
In my death bed,
I did write a poem
I remember, of my life.
Categories:
unsatisfaction, death, death, write, death,
Form: I do not know?
I am hollow for I want what is out of my reach
Things I cannot have at that precise moment
My will struggles inside like a chained monster
Trying to get lose and devour whatever has the
Power to make my silly selfish dream come true.
Then the fortune wheel spins my fate round,
And brings up change, causing the unlikely to be.
Happiness happens unexpectedly as a lightening
Lasting no longer than a lightening does in the sky,
Making me want more, and different, and new things.
Hollow I’m found again, lost in my delusional aspirations
Restarting a cycle made purely of torment, angst, darkness,
Everlasting unsatisfaction that leads indeed to inherent conquests
As well as to the deepest abysm of a restless unfulfilled soul
Who will never comprehend the meaning of the word “enough”.
Categories:
unsatisfaction, angst, introspection
Form: Light Verse
I travel through the mind of those
But, especially, that mind.
That head of desperate wonder is swaying from side to side like neighborhood,
power-line shoes.
A heart breaking harder than elementary-school rules.
Excited depression is what my nostrils and chest sense. I see the blues.
A child that’s scared of transformation and modification.
Please, catch yourself before you fall.
Because I can see you too hanging , from that power-line.
Crying and dying.
That’s what I call head over heels.
Hang-overs and unsatisfaction from love is exactly what she feels.
Dead emotions are revived over and over again until they are killed.
Don’t you just wish to be officially official and once, just once.
Become sealed.
Cuts, bruises, and seals are unable to become peeled and healed.
Because what used to protect is being dilapidated and drilled.
Take your guard off and let me heal.
Categories:
unsatisfaction, love,
Form: Ballad