#definitions
History does not repeat itself, though often do circumstances and/or situations.
History does not unfold, though often lost are evidences and/or records.
History is not manifested, though often are causes and/or reasons.
History is not fabricated, though often changed are definitions and/or interpretations.
History simply happens -
Now, Here;
Here, Now.
This is Time's Nature.
Even as it happens,
Even to those party to it,
Understanding & conveying it can be difficult.
This is the Nature of Time.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
You can't control crazy, eh?
Only mitigate it.
You can't control sanity, eh?
Only define it.
A question like:
"Who's been listening!?"
A question like:
"To whom have you been listening?!"
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
Realizations may be the result of thoughts expressed in Idioms.
Realization is the dread that hits when the Realization comes.
Coming to realization as would to Reluctant conclusion.
Acceptance Of bare fragile humaness; sentimental delusion.
Realization is the cognition of the outcome of the act.
Realization comes As you contemplate a deep sobering fact.
Oh! The Realization Numbs somewhat like distant Rolling drums.
Realizing o' so Jarringly That all you've got left are the Crumbs.
Happy Birthday
Sobering Ain't It!
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 11:04 AM UTC
What I wouldn't give to be normal
Well,
Let's be real,
I know nothing about normal
Is there an actual definition that could be written in a way to make it simple?
I've tried to define it but I don't think it's possible
Forcing this to be rhetorical
But here we go,
What is normal?
All I've been able to conclude is it's normal to question what's normal
Other than that though,
It may be undefinable
©2024
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 2:24 AM UTC
the dictionary may tell
of these words
and their definitions
but those pages will never
portray the true meaning
in the context of you
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 7:34 AM UTC
Definitions aren’t meant to fully convey
the meanings of words
in all their complexities and nuances
definitions operate as hints
to help us with a starting point
and as we become more familiar with terms
new functions and usages become apparent
until those words are added to our lexicon
like our conversations with one another
each conversation adding definition
to our understanding of the other’s existence.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 3:23 AM UTC
Inspiration.
Motivation.
In times of fear and doubt.
Determination.
Aspiration.
Are things life is about.
Ambition.
Direction.
To guide us on our way.
Indication.
Explanation.
Reminding us everyday.
Compassion.
Consideration.
Are what we need to show.
Affection.
Admiration.
So the world can see and know.
Pacification.
Imperturbation.
For us as a whole.
Exhilaration.
And Elation.
Lifelong for our Soul.
©KSS 12/2012
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
Ephemeral (adj). Lasting for a very short time.
Ephemeral (adj). His love for me; my love for myself.
Ephemeral (adj). The summers of my mind.
Ephemeral (adj). The amount of time I had with him.
Oblivion (n). The state of being unaware of what is happening around you.
Oblivion (n). The state that I live in.
Oblivion (n). The state that I entered when with him.
Oblivion (n). When I can't seem to get out of my head.
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
all is well
only time will tell
is she well?
do you ask to define her
or to further understand
why she no longer can confide in others
attempting to define intimacy
placing love in several endeavors
she has lost the denotation
of a natural organic salvation.
who let you define her
without her did you know
they would be lined up.
you don't know her true value
and now she can no longer find it.
I now know none of us do
real love never fails
and not one of us prevailed.
dear future self
love has failed you
recollect because in the end
you were still you
without it.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
You know the first few questions one asks, when they meet someone new:
What do you do? Where are you from? Where do you live?
Then they eye your clothes, how do you dress up.
They give a verdict based on what they hear, what they see.
That's who you are.
I don't have an answer for these anymore.
I gave up on my previous identities.
Left my job 2 weeks ago.
A job that gave me a certain identity for 8 years; a brand name, a comfort zone.
Left my clothes behind, donated or gave some to friends.
Clothes that defined me; my hippie skirts, my tweed professor jacket.
And finally, leaving the country I lived for 8 years.
In just 2 days.
Who am I now?
I am ME.
More than ever.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC
POETS,
people who scribe as sculptors making masterpieces to hang in their text museums. And as for the reader...They are the ones who visit.
POETS,
one's sometimes filled with pain and insecurities that must write so they keep their sanity.
POETS,
the gift to mankind who can change the world
with one reader at a time.
P0ETS,
EVERYONE IS ONE
WITH A STORY TO TELL
BUT, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT AND THEIR EGO JUDGES BEFORE THEY PUT PEN TO PAPER
SO OFTEN THEY NEVER LEARN IT.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
you ask for a definition
but does anything have a definition?
the universe
for example
is always changing
definitions don't account for change
therefore
the universe is undefinable
there is no definition for me
because of that same reason
i am always changing
and definitions do not account for change
i am undefinable
seven billion people in the world
and no definitions
capable of describing them
and their change
we are, all of us
undefinable
i am the gay girl,
the depressed kid
the photographer
but that will change
(maybe not the gay part)
everything else, though-
i will be in a better place
eventually
i don't know where that place is
or how people will try to define me
but truly
i am as vast
and as beautiful
and as undefinable
as the universe
and everything in it
we are undefinable.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
Guilt:
The powerful emotion that encourages us to rethink everything. We’re never sure who it belongs to, because sometimes everyone harbors it inside, and other times, no one does.
Acceptance:
Ambiguous, in the aspect that sometimes we convince ourselves we’re accepted something when we really haven’t— and that instance actually aids the acceptance process.
Love:
Melds our hearts together, melts them, and crushes them in the end, in a cruel twist.
Crush:
Someone we almost/maybe love, that has the potential of breaking you, fixing you, or straight up crushing you.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
you claim i am unkind
swearing it by the dullness of my eyes
the sharpness of my tongue
the coldness of my hands
you swore it by the way i lunged
at anything that threatened me
anything that would protrude the barrier
i had built around myself
but where were you
when my eyes were
their bright blue hue
when my tongue wasn’t sharp
but soft and sweet
and i didn’t flinch
at the harshness of others
where were you
before the world got to me
and made me cold
where were you
when i warmed myself back up
finding everything light in the world
learning to love again
you claim i am unkind
which is fine
nobody is nice all of the time
but you only saw one moment
you didn’t see yesterday
you didn’t see tomorrow
you saw me battling the darkness
when i let the rotting, define me
where were you
when i stopped
letting the world define, me
and i began to define myself
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Although I can't change the words you said
I can change their position in my head
What once was
'Your sparkle becomes a shadow in her brilliant light'
Will become
'Her sparkle becomes a shadow in your brilliant light'
If soothing the pain of his dull blades takes believing in those lies that shift the truth
Then so be it
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Its not the words we say,
Nor is it the words we write
That tear our heartstrings,
That make us ache
Its the order they appear,
The time it takes them to disappear
From our minds,
From our lives
'I will never love her the way I love you'
Contains the same words it takes to become
'I will never love you the way I love her'
The same words,
The same definitions
In different positions,
With different intentions
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman.
Does it mean that I am always in competition to be the top of my species?
Does it mean that I need to be perfect without a single curve out of line in order to find love?
Does it mean that I am only defined when owned by a man?
Does it mean that I can only find purpose in childbirth?
Does it mean that I will forever live in the shadow of men?
Does it mean that I am an object invented solely for a man's pleasure?
Does it mean that I'm forced to confine to gender roles and live in someone else's story?
Does it mean that I'm supposed to accept it when I'm harassed from across the street?
Does it mean that I'm supposed to lie there silent when he puts his hands up my skirt?
Does it mean that I am only worth 77 cents to a man’s dollar?
Does it mean that I am defined by my looks rather than my intelligence?
Does it mean that I will never be capable of holding a major position of power due to my mood swings?
Does it mean that I am defined by how many men I have had *** with?
Or does it mean something else entirely.
It's difficult learning to love being a woman.
Obvious and damaging disadvantages are visible to observers.
We are regarded as second best, property of our man.
We are erased from history, our pain is minimized and forgotten.
We are oppressed and have to fight for our rights.
We are afraid to walk the streets at night, afraid for our lives.
We are harassed without care and without penalty.
We are ***** and murdered for refusing proposals.
We are expected to live on the sidelines as a housewife whose only priority should be her children.
We are expected to keep quiet in situations of domestic abuse.
We are expected to be perfect, and pretty, fresh for a man’s picking.
We can’t even advocate for our own equality without being demonized.
There are times where I wish I wasn’t a woman.
Being a woman comes with innumerable expectations, pressures, and responsibilities.
My existence is not defined by a man, or by the patriarchal expectations that have been placed on me.
I am breaking free of my confinements and I’m not afraid to admit that,
I'm struggling with what it means to be a woman. And that's okay.
//sarahmann
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Strong.
Perhaps a knot of muscle or
a face to wear.
Or the bartender's hand slipped.
Fragile.
Maybe a shattered glass orb or
a note about to break.
Or our egos.
Dark.
Like Edgar Allen Poe or
the center of a black hole.
Or 5:00 in winter.
Light.
"Let there be" or
something that perforates the night.
Or just the pillows,
shedding feathers through
tiny linen holes
that float down near the heating vent
then explode upward in the gust.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
Lust is possessive, love is selfless
Infatuation is fleeting, love is everyday
Fear of rejection or abandonment are rooted in insecurity, but love is steadfast.
Love is trust.
Love is in the little things, the way you write my name or smile at me after complimenting me. You make it easy to fall in love.
Love isn't easy, it takes work.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
What really is the definition of insanity? Is it confusing dreams with reality? Or having imaginary friends when you are too old for them. Is it listening to your thoughts when engaging in a conversation with people? Or is it having different people replying for you. Am I sane or am I crazy ??
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 12:38 AM UTC
You speak of *******
And I just want to make love
Our first time was more the latter
Our second the former
What an interesting combination
Love and lust
I've never felt as connected to someone emotionally
As I do when having *** with you
Because I can usually disconnect the two
Except with you
Except with you
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC