It's Lonely in My Attic
Quite all Around
Where Did Everyone Go?
When I am on top, you are right beside me. When I am at the bottom you chide me. When I am ready to spend some loot, you are my first recruit. When I am tired or feeling weak, that's when I don't see you for a week. At one time I soared high but now i get depressed and eat a bored pie. You only come around and be nice when you want a slice. Where did everyone go? I don't know. What's next? Guess I'll find out in a group text.
I'm best friends with myself. My other pals are inside books on the shelf. Why do I even try, I'm not loved by anyone under the sky. I got ready and dressed, only to be stood up and left depressed. Treated like a freak, you close your ears when I speak.
Have you ever written a poem before?
My Attic, My Attic
It's my attic and it stays clear of clutter. nobody is here with me, did I stutter. All by myself, in my attic, no boxes, not even a shelf. Cheer me up. Is there a bunny around? Perhaps a funny clown. My Attic, My Attic...
Not much to do all alone. Trying to stay sane. I know to be strong but the bad in me says to do wrong. You said you loved me but you lied, so I retreat to my attic and hide. My Attic, My Attic...
I call but can't get in touch, no big deal, I didn't have to say much. I wanted a good buddy but when I ask you out you gotta study. Not easy being alone, as it turns the heart to stone. My Attic, My Attic...
Love Poem (Video)
Prayer and Reflection
Alone at Last
Alone at Last. Alone at Last. Thank God Almighty I am alone at last. No talking or screaming, just thoughts of me walking while I'm dreaming. Nowadays, people have an attitude and they don't show gratitude. Time to myself is what I desire. Please do not let this moment expire. Alone at Last. Alone at Last. Thank God Almighty I am alone at last.
Alone at Last. Alone at Last. Thank God Almighty I am alone at last. Alone in my mind, it's the only place where I'm treated kind. It would be better to be lost on the oceans, than the cost of toying with my emotions.
Alone in the Dark (and the light)
More Than Words
Sticks, Stones and Words Hurt
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words hurt me more. It's all in your tone, the way you make me feel like dirt on the floor. When I heard you say it, I was full of hurt but couldn't display it. The words you speak do damage, It's been a week and it's still hard to manage. I know this poem is not art, but, it is what's in my heart.
Sticks and stones leave temporary scratches but your words leave permanent scar patches. Why do you do this, address the issue. Getting through this, left me with scar tissue. It pains me to say this, but I'd prefer taking rains of piss.
Sad Poems (Video)
Happy Birthday to Me
I Wasn't Invited
It was a big party but my invitation must have been tardy. Family and friends get together but when I invite the bunch they say they can't make it cause bad weather. At the dinner table they all pass the salt and pepper. If I pull up a chair I'm treated as a leper. It hurt that I wasn't invited, I have no worth, I wasn't delighted.
With a heavy heart I sigh, what happened, let's start with why?
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Poems and Short Stories
- A List of Stuff That Grinds My Gears
This article will discuss a wide variety of things that gets on my nerves and grinds my gears. Pictures, commentary and a poll can be found here. Topics can be anything from sports to politics.
- Earth vs Mars: The Battle For Mankind
By 2036, humans were colonizing Mars and a city had already been constructed. Little did the human race know that we were not alone on Mars. Thousands of unexplored miles had a secret.
- My Personal Selection of Love and Hate Poems
I derived my title with Pink Floyd in mind. They released an album entitle, A Collection of Great Love Songs. Photos, videos and poems are featured in this hub. These poems are from the heart.
- A Horrific Dating Experience: The Psycho I Came To Know
This story is a true life story about a woman who was all wrong for me. A little unstable is an understatement. Photos, videos and commentary highlight this article along with a poll and a U.S. map.
Am I Repulsive
Not a Monster
Cut me and see that I bleed, Far from perfect, even when I didn't need, I showed greed. Treated second class, even when I acted first class, I was treated as useless as a speck of ash. People keep pointing and they stare. I hide in the corner cause I care. Treated like a roach all my life, wish I had a coach to tell me right. Don't treat me like I'm from another planet, I can't take it, my heart isn't made from granite. You look at me weird, as if I should be feared, and my name has been smeared.
Far from perfect but not a monster.
It's Lonely in My Attic
It's lonely in my attic but to be fair there is no more room. It is full with my brain, and thoughts of reaching my tomb. I talk but nobody hears what I got to say. I walk but people go the other way. I like to chat with others but I'm treated like a rat by mothers. Hard to talk to people, when they think you walk in evil.This past day, went out, and was treated as a cast away.
My attic is dark more than it is light. It is my ark for sleeping at night. I try to take it on the chin with thick skin but it is hard because of the hearts of men.
A Guide To Writing a Poem (Video)
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