Whatever... (PG-13)

This thread is for anything I might ever feel like typing up.

The Disease
There's a disease known as humanity,
And it generally leads to calamity,
Throughout my life,
Covered in strife,
It’s been hard to hold onto my sanity.

At first I thought it was a game,
Or something easy that I could tame,
But very quickly I learned,
With wisdom well earned,
It’s something that likes to maim.

Now being human has not one perk,
Since everyone I see is a jerk,
And with great restraint,
I disregard the taint,
As I quietly go back to my work.

No Title

I’m tired of this, life and all it entails. I can’t get passed my own inadequacies, I feel like I fail. Even now I can’t get these words out right, and all I wanna do is call it a night. Other people have a lot more problems, mine are so small, but I still can’t solve ‘em, and I feel like shit because I mope around, when all that does is let the depression abound. All my happy moments are like comets, here for the moment but the next one gone; it’s like I can’t pick up the pieces, of my life and can’t for when it ceases; cuz’ then I’ll be free of my sorrows and free of the hollow, spaces in my heart, fill them with parts, that come with the start, of happiness and blissfulness of eternal restfulness.

But not just yet, and you can bet, that I’ll be here for awhile, because death’s not my style, just now, I have more things, to do, I have to spread my wings, and hope to god I can fly, or else I’m gonna fall and crash and die. Now don’t read too much into this, because it’s so freakin’ ridiculous; I’m just letting my feelings out, no need to scream and shout, in fear of my life, because it’s rife, with good feelings and I’m not all crazy and reeling, from depression and angst, I just had a moment of wangst. I just had to write this crap and let these words sap the bad feelings out of my soul, to stop it from feeling like coal. Now I don’t know how to end this piece, so screw it, I’m out. Peace.

He Keeps It All Inside

He keeps it all inside. All the feelings, all the outpourings of emotion, never to be seen, never to be expressed or shown.

He keeps it all inside. All the bitterness, all the anger, of feeling like an outsider, of feeling like there’s no one to relate to around him.

He keeps it all inside. All the hatred and self-loathing, the feelings of inadequacy, because how could he tell anyone how pathetic he thinks he is?

He keeps it all inside. No one wants to listen. Don’t lie, no one cares, he’s just one more in a bucket full of self-loathing losers.

He keeps it all inside. He feels it’s better to hide it and try to be normal, maybe one day he’ll finally feel normal, but it just never happens.

He keeps it all inside. All he wants is to be himself, but he’s afraid that his true nature is ugly and unworthy, that what he hides is monstrous.

He keeps it all inside. He can’t tell anyone, he can’t lower his defenses. There’s no one to tell, no one he can trust, no one who he’s sure won’t use it against him.

He keeps it all inside. People won’t accept him, he learned the hard way. She liked the person within, but rejected the outer shell. She rejected him, and she hurt him deeply.

He keeps it all inside. She should pay for her harsh treatment, people should know. But telling them can’t be so, she treated him like dirt and it will never be known.

He keeps it all inside. It hurts so bad, but it’s his pain to endure. He can’t be free, it will continue to poison him, to steal the joy from his life.

Because he keeps it all inside.

This poem is really well-written. It rhymes well without sounding childish, which is my biggest problem when writing poetry.

I don't necessarily agree with the message, but that doesn't stop it from being a good poem.

Thank you. I don't really like to write poetry, but for some reason writing this felt right to me, limericks are fun. It's good to know that someone else likes it (at least the way it's written).

Moved this to the first post, will edit whatever else I write into it as well.

You are a really good writer, manysidestome. I miss reading what you write. I totally agree with Casey, your rhymes are really great. That poem said a lot, and you really know how to put your emotions into words (in both pieces). I like the second as well, for generally similar reasons. I can't wait to see what you write next.

I'm not sure I want people to read these... but I posted them, I might as well let people know. The third is the most recent, just wrote it.