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Yanamari May 25
Accusations are made by the entitled
And for my blood, I react unbridled
Honest, to a fault
For my sadness is too much
My happiness overboard
And my silence uncalled.
I feel no fault in the way my heart tears
Yearns
Recedes
Flowing out uninhibited,
Like blood in my veins

And I'll cry if I couldn't sleep
I'll laugh at a book I read
Hold back my words because, how much will they mean?
How much will you see of me
Feel of me
Stand by me
Hear, when I speak?

And so I choose to feel
Feel for myself whose feelings remain in one body
Feel for big and small, all that I want, no more
For my cup full, slightly tipped, and it'll spill
Talia Nov 2022

Your door wasn’t locked
and I wasn’t going to wait

Not after I sprinted here,
that’s quite a long way

I’ve run 3 kilometres just to see you


Kiss my shoe, be grateful.
Surely I am owed some compensation
For my extensive dedication

I’ll take advantage
the only time I know you’re weak
You can’t set boundaries
when you’re asleep

Your vulnerability makes me greedy
the thought of you subdued,
****. Debilitated and unconscious
Entitled, I claim that time with you
Bold is direct quotes of the delusional stalker.
𝙶𝙽𝙶 May 2022
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢?

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎?
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎?
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎?

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚞𝚢,
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢,
𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚎,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐,
𝚃𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢.
I don't hate motivational material though they shouldn't be your driving force.Challenges us not only to talk but walk the talk. And that we may have all wisdom but until you make a choice to act on it, it changes nada.
© snoW
Dave Robertson Jan 2021
It’s one of those days where we’re polite
but we want to gather handfuls of ****
and **** it at the faces
of those who’ve known no sadness,
other than the dappy misery they’ve caused
to those, potential relations,
they told they loved.

I try to deny a bitterness
when I check every lock each night
including on my bins,
that each of us is the same
from birth
but the score of this whole game
starts on different tees.

See, we know.
The world doesn't owe you a **** thing. Hard work doesn't entitle you to a better life, neither does lineage, money or otherwise.

You aren't entitled to ANYthing.
Some people get more than they "deserve".
Other people get less.

"Deserving" is a manufactured concept to allow us to pity ourselves when we acquire less of a good thing or more of a bad thing than we expected.

When something bad happens to you, you didn't deserve it.
When something amazing happens to you, you didn't deserve it.

Our very existence is a gift, and saying we deserve anything more than to be alive is purely arrogant. Be thankful for every drop of water, every grain of sand, and every speck of dust you have because one day, you may not have those anymore. So cherish the ones who you love, because one day, they may no longer be there either.
Rickey Someone Sep 2019
8/27/19

Somehow I had it figured out that
If I made it as miserable for you
As it was for me
That then I would have happiness

I stepped into the scene
Chaos in the air as
I prepared to do the deed
Metaphorically raising the axe

But then I looked into your eyes
And saw a piece of myself
How could I let that happen
To another scared soul like me?

Jealousy runs love away from me
It’s hard to want the best for others
But if I knew what I wanted
Isn’t it also what they need?

Do unto others as you
Would have them do unto you
Why does that sound so easy?
Because all I want is a friend

Truth is, I’ve learned so much
But I learned the hardest way possible
I’d rather keep it all to myself
And watch you struggle like I did

Though it makes me feel better
It can only last so long
And it always ends with everyone
Hating me as if I had swung that axe.
Jae Jan 2019
Who do you think you are
Your behavior I cannot ignore
The way you act disgusts me
You are rotten to your core

Who do you think you are
To say that I’m the one with an attitude
You talk about me as if I’m not there
I for one think you are quite rude

Who do you think you are
You’re not cool, but quite a bore
How could you feel entitled
To something you did not pay for

Who do you think you are
To try and dictate where I sit
If you really owned where I placed my rear end
I would see your name on it

Who do you think you are
To say I behave with no class
You say I will never find love
As if anyone would want to deal with your tired @$$

Who do you think you are
To turn someone else’s blue sky dark
If you ever told me to get up from where I sat
I would pull a Rosa Parks

Who do you think you are
To say you’ll let my reactions slide
You had better keep doing just that
Try something and I’ll have your hide

I think I ought to let you know
I’m not like any other girl you’ve met
If I were you I’d start shutting my mouth
Because you do not know crazy yet
Yanamari Dec 2018
And so you deny our pain.
Our struggle
In vain?
Yes, thank you for your input;
Just another voice
In the body of the miser,
In the sea of misery...

And in your voice as you speak,
Is the lack of resonance and luster;
Of a voice that utters merely
What it seeks.
Lay down those baseless words
And let them rebound off of the
Words that resound
And leave you ashamed and meek.

Unfeeling you are in your entity
Unseeing you are in your memory
And if I was to be asked of you,
I'd return the favour;
Sans memory of your entity.

You never see us drowning,
So why should you see us succeeding.
Could've been more poetic but eh
adept Jun 2018
i found that i am not entitled
to those who care for me most.
mainly because my heart
is incapable of returning the favor.
i try, believe it or not.
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