Poems About Frustration Published by Members Recently Online
#frustration
The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
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The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
71 reads
2 Comments
The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
71 reads
2 Comments
The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
71 reads
2 Comments
The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
71 reads
2 Comments
Roar
Eating ravioli from a family-size tin can. Too much
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
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6 Comments
Roar
Eating ravioli from a family-size tin can. Too much
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
114 reads
6 Comments
Roar
Eating ravioli from a family-size tin can. Too much
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
life and reality in one fuckin' day. Root canal and a
sandwich at Subway. Lack of sleep and debauchery's
cliche, choking on an arsonist-filtered cigarette. My
Parakeet suffering from a compulsive disorder. A
pothole swallowed my SUV. Wondering which can
of Chef Boyardee I will eat tomorrow. Too much
reality in one fuckin' day. Whatever happened
to Captain Kangaroo?
#frustration
#despair
#emptiness
114 reads
6 Comments
exhaustion
When I say I'm exhausted
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
#anxiety
#frustration
#emotions
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3 Comments
exhaustion
When I say I'm exhausted
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
#anxiety
#frustration
#emotions
336 reads
3 Comments
exhaustion
When I say I'm exhausted
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
I mean go away
I mean I need a break
that involves large silences
and no people
I don't mean keep talking
or texting or asking for face time
I don't mean I want smoke signals
or morse code
or a message in a goddamn bottle
I mean leave me alone
because my heart and mind are heavy
and I've forgotten how to breathe
and my thoughts are a heartbeat
I need to calm into something with soft edges
because the world is sharp
and leaves me scratched up
when I spend too much time...
#anxiety
#frustration
#emotions
336 reads
3 Comments
I don't give a rat's ass about the weather
I care about the planet
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
#anger
#storm
#CallToAction
#frustration
#LifeCycle
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DU Poetry : Poems About Frustration Published by Members Recently Online