You, you are a Thermodynamic Buoyant Force ******* like the single-minded Octopus that takes and takes Strong energy, mild energy Inhales the organically-grown Petals of all flowers, regardless Good intentions. that sure is nice What humility, Artificial Plastic Egotistical Manufactured Trademarked Birthed Regurgitated and too thoughtfully acted by You. But I see it. You have not landed. The world needs your footprint but it does not need your self-indulged hunger. Be humble. Your success is not marked if You are not humble. Keep your tentacles in your depths and Be Poised Poised you seem to be and success is your process but Humility is my truth. We float on neighboring clouds of public service that have not the same hue. Take a step back. I see you mean No harm like a dinosaur with no arms Good intentions. Take a step back. You desire to envelop others yet You do so so mindlessly I see it. Let your brain rest from the throne. the world does not serve you It serves nothing and no one as We are all lucky. You say that you’re lucky For all to hear just to endear And that is the problem My dear, be poised. Publicize your life for documentation? No Take a step back. We need your love compassion independence ambition Real not fake. Transform this and Good intentions. The world is not yours You walk on its leaf and repeated, recycled identities Take a step back. The world is not yours.
This poem is conflicted, a mix of both misplaced judgment and overpowering values. Please let me know if you have any feedback! It also sounds powerful when read out loud. Trying to fine-tune my voice.
I shut my bedroom door now engulfed by the bindings of paper and pen and I roll my chair to grey desk stacked high with Dickinson, Bronte's three, and Alvarez I pull out my writing tools and begin to contemplate ideas that dare not be discussed in the public of society Why is it that God must be a man and What make the human taught ideal of modesty such a binding force flow through my brain and I breath again without measure or discernment I am free in my freedom i think back to the conversation my mother and I held this morning A girl had stood in our line of view her hemline resting mid-thigh My mother had turned to me "Ellis look at that girl! I can see her ******!" face aghast I nodded "It is disgusting that girls these days dress so provocatively! Thank God I have a modest girl!" I nodded again and I thanked God. -Modesty Is A Human Construct