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This a poem about a man that no matter how hard he tries he is never noticed. Forgive me if it does not rhyme I'm writing this in a sort of angry state.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


He is a writer and no one reads his writing

He write pages and paragraphs and all he ask for in return is just a little feedback

from the people he has given positive responses too

but no one replies

its like his work does not matter

it like all his efforts in are in vain

WHY DOESN'T HE JUST WRITE ALL HIS THOUGHTS STORIES AND EVERYTHING

ON A SHEET OF PAPER AND FLUSH THEM DOWN THE DRAIN !

THAT WAY IT WILL BE EASIER FOR HIM TO UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING HE WRITES IS CRAP !

that no one wants to read

he ask other to read his trash and they act like hes leading them into trap !

so he gave up asking others and the "if you have time would ya just read" plead.

He's a musician and damn good one at that! but no listens to his songs

maybe he should give up meaningful music AND WRITE SONGS ABOUT PROMISCUOUS SLUTS IN THONGS !

Just give up creativity and give the people what they hear

Shucks he might write a song about a beibered vampire name Pierre

if he wrote that he could see them now

THE BLAND DEAF MASSES WOULD SCREAM AND CHEER ! RIGHT? ! HURRAH! HURRAH!

That's what they'd say

Hes man and no woman wants his heart

the number times he been rejected is truly of the charts

If he didn't have enough problems being fat and ugly

and poor and live in a attic over his mommy ! LIKE A DAMN BAT !

WHY GOD WOULD MAKE MAN SO PATHETIC IS WHAT HE SCREAMS IN HIS PRAYERS EVERYDAY

but if he went on you wouldn't get what he was trying to say

but the thing on that subject

He lives a psychological hell that so sick and so miserable and so DARK AND SO NEVER ENDING THAT SOMETIMES MAKES YOU WONDER WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PURPOSE FOR STILL BREATHING WHEN YOU HAVE SOMEONE WHOSE INTENTIONALLY RUINING EVERY OPPORTUNITY YOU MIGHT EVER HAVE BURDENING YOU WITH THEIR DEATH

that if Freud took my case he'd give up the project !

Hes a man but sometimes he wonders

He doesn't feel like a man

he doesn't live like man

He feels like an animal

he lives like one to

he feels his life force flicker and fade

lower everyday

in his heart the cold winds of failure, regret, RESENTMENT,mediocrity, the whispers of hate that blows ice wind on his life force almost snuffing it out.

his days are filled with depressing tediousness and nights full of nightmares from the dreads of continuing life

his breath gets slower and slower each day and instead of waiting for it to take him out he decides to go on his own terms.

the noose he made of a belt tightens and choke his breath

soon he will be scythed by death

with his last few minutes he SCCCCCCCCRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAMMMSS!!!!!!!

he screams with everything thats left

he screams and kick the door he hung the belt to

he screams so loud mirror and windows break

he screams so powerfully the earth shakes as he screams and his soul finally leaves his body.

when hes found days later not on human soul heard his scream

when he arrived in hell he was tortured beyond regular standards and screamed in great agony

all his screaming and his voice was recognized by only one person ,Satan, who replied

"You have a unique voice such a pity you hung yourself and died."





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