Dreamers are the worst.
They promise you the world,
When they don't have their own.
Dreamers never keep their word.
Never long-term.
They never see tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Dreamers hope for better than they have.
But they never understand the path.
Of pain.
Dreamers are so often alone.
All banished from home.
The same.
Dreamers will all one day die.
The hopeless lay beside.
Lost there.
Dreamers never get finality.
Could they understand reality?
Nightmare.
Dreamers smile and cry.
Swept by a bloody tide.
Shark.
Dreamers are the worst.
I am left with nothing.
When in this grand spectacle
Life's, left out or lost
You've felt, and teary
Repeat that, as God's Love-seed
In a womb planted:
"I'm still here; still me".
The Fabian Society
thought we are as smart as can be
so we should run the country
and it will be so lovely
Accounting for their intellect
they study hard for no respect
but as it’s all they ever know
they live up high with you below
And even with the brains they have
they never socialise and laugh
or play in teams that forge connection
clever people meet rejection
Never learned to read the people
self assured they have no equal
thought themselves to be attractive
though awkward and Ill adapted
Still they see themselves the best
even though they fail the rest
they think life is all about brains
with their emotions lacking range
Just busy letting logic flow
a natural skill is all they know
never left their comfort zone
a know it all who’s never known
My Mind (Worthless Places)
Wholeness of Society
Fighting dredges and
Lowly hearted
Missing graces
Discarded places
Balance the merits
Of the night
Holding light
Resistance to
Fight
Counter uselessness
Discipline to my life
True truths confirm
The blatant lies
Confirming the
Worthless Places
175.
Worthless Workless
Day by day as I wake up in the morning
Knowing that I prepare for nothing
Makes me to rise up unwilling
It's hard being workless
The air whispers I'm worthless
My inner stamina depresses
As the hands of time pass by
And I do nothing but standby
My soul chides me, I just sigh
Being jobless makes me feeble and fat
Becoming disgusting to look at
Like a weak-limbed fattened rat
Without a job, I feel unworthy
To take in meals three times daily
Consumed by aura of lethargy
Oh Lord, deliver us from this abeyance
Give me business or work by chance
Lest I be caught by an ambulance.
-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
leafing through the book
man finds it to be worthless
not reading one word.
I once believed in you
Your promises they vanished in the night
So much for fake sincerity
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I carry monopoly money.
It's not bright or shiny.
When I go to the gift shop.
They ask me, where is my plastic?
A dollar today is not worth the dollar of tomorrow.
And its exponential decay gives me so much sorrow.
I miss the good old days of where I could trade my trade.
For milk, eggs, flour, and sugar, honey.
Now I scrap from the bottom of the barrel.
Just for sh*t and giggles.
What's on my mind is the new kind of money.
But I would rather have love come to me naturally.
As long as the sun will rise and set in between the crescent moon.
only the one percent will have it—
digits on screens,
coinless gold,
cleaner than blood,
colder than God.
you kept printing your paper,
tossing it like confetti
at a funeral,
your wages wrapped in lies,
your hopes barcoded,
your future encrypted.
you can't eat a dollar bill
and you sure as hell
can't chew a blockchain—
but they’ll tell you to smile
and have more kids
for the labor farms.
keep breeding, they said,
the system needs cogs.
you gave them your teeth
your time
your trembling nights—
and when it all crashes,
you’ll hold your children like currency
and they’ll be worth less
than the lint in your pocket
when no one’s buying
anything but bullets,
and the rich are buying planets.
how is this in your best interest?
you had more than ample warning
and still lit the match.
We feel stepped on,
We feel left out,
We feel not loved,
We feel alienated,
We feel insulted,
We feel hurt,
We feel betrayed,
We feel hated,
We feel alone,
We feel slandered,
We feel distant,
We feel left out,
And all those feelings
Make us feel worthless.
I think I’ll stomp on you
Crush you, you worthless weed
Fools include you in a bouquet
Recipients look the other way
Oh, drat, my trouser cuff is yellow
The launderess will bellow
Greasy stains take time to fade
~ Reputations rarely remade
Why do I cast away this mind that constantly reminds me I'm worthless.
No charm, no clever catch phrases- I'm left feeling ill-equipped.
To face the pressure that I cannot measure.
Each reminder making me feel worthless.
I sometimes forget that every day comes with problems.
Yet every problem has a solution.
But it's my cross to bear.
But I just hating to have to sit and stare and ponder that I'm worthless.
But these solutions seem to much to care;
Perhaps I wasn't prepared for this heavy feeling.
I hold no ill will, but still, everyday reminds me I'm worthless.
Feeling dreary and drained, I've finally reached my limit.
It amazes me that I still exist but I guess ignorance is bliss.
But everytime I take aim at life I miss I guess I'm just worthless.
My only wish is to find a life worth living.
Worth breathing and fighting for.
A way to escape the judgement of others.
No matter who they are.
I feel the need to break free.
For this is no lie-everyday, I'm made to feel worthless.
{"What’s a daughter?
What is a daughter’s worth when a man has a son?
Absolutely nothing. That’s what it is.
I must admit that I grieve and envy to be anything like the son that is not a disappointment after all.
And your reminiscence of coldness spread throughout my gut and core. Whereas once they were kaleidoscopic until the shades leaked off.
And all left from it was hollowness and darkness with no granted exit or escapism.
Just like the downpour that couldn’t collapse.
The clouds dampened with unshed tears, I am the daughter that couldn’t ascend.
they should see me,
Every bit of leisure morality vacated within me, they should see me relinquish it right now.
They should see me lose, my sanity, until every last bit of it
vanished into thin air…"}
Not many people
Deserve your good energy
Not worth it at all.
“The worst is feeling worthless.” Quote: Donald Glover
I tip the scales.
Life curtails.
In luminous light
To suffer delight.
Yielding bend.
New age trend.
Wanting to break.
Now awake.
Softly spoken.
Appearing broken.
Never cherished.
Hopes perished.
Always alone.
Hearts of stone.
Meandering.
Never pandering.
Solace is mine.
Gives me a sign.
I wander on.
Comfort gone.
Feeling free.
Serendipity.
Born of the earth.
Little worth.
Mother of mine.
Minds entwine.
Often mistake.
For angels sake.
Wishes plummet.
Unreachable summit.
Never to be.
Don’t pity me.
All forlorn.
Vow is sworn.
Radical change.
Must rearrange.
Nights slip by.
Wondering why.
Wander to edges.
Witness alleges.
Of life’s torment.
Self can only repent.
Watching the clock.
Taking stock.
Time is tragic.
Feel the magic.
Wont commence.
Its all pretense.
Solitary one knows.
Let the door close.
Beat a different drum.
Let the doubters come.
Find my heart.
Don’t let teardrops start.
Bequeath to me.
All that’s free.
Guide me to bliss.
A lollypop kiss.
The forlorn sorrows.
Yesterday’s tomorrows.
Of this earth.
Absolutely no worth.
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