#restrained
Under the brush strokes of daylight,
the sky pretends to be empty.
It wears blue like a polite mask.
But once the sun loosens its grip
and sinks its molten flairs into the sea,
the true architecture reveals itself
an enormous, breathing vault stitched with shy embers.
They are not brazen, these stars.
They do not behave like the poppies
flinging red across green fields.
They are more reserved than parrots,
more patient than moss
threading tree bark in quiet green persistence.
They flicker as if unsure
whether to confess their existence.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
If I can't be all of me and be a part of you then I can't see us as a we I won't change myself for you I won't tone myself down or be put in chains just because you're around I will not be restrained I will not be bound until nothing left of me remains
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC
What is loved,
now is cumbersome to engage.
Some sort of lethargy resists my path.
Reaching a state of catharsis is draining now.
Not emotionally but physically.
Stuck in this house, with no way out.
Quarantined from a virus.
But I’ve come down with one that leaches my creativity.
Writing this poem is hard. It feels plastic.
Even though I’m writing clear what’s so elastic.
It stretches around me so true,
But when I speak it, it lies and makes me blue.
I need freedom to return to my soul.
And an inoculate to cleanse it of this toll.
These two ailments leave me,
Chained and restrained.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
Induced fixation has engulfed us
Fixation of indoctrinated normality,
and the pursuit of said specification.
Who's, characteristics are repugnant to individuality.
We all believe we are different, but we fallow the same shepherd who has snowed us with such lies.
The hypocrisy of, "average is unique", has been whittled into our minds. We bear this scar for the rest of our lives.
To reject the ideology would be to condemn yourself to purgatory. All previous beliefs and known fact would vanish, you would be alone, adrift in nothingness and ultimate confusion.
However, our distraction caused by our fixation on subjective "normality" has blinded us. We find that we are in a crowd, and are unable to see above the billions of heads.
One thing we can see, is a ginormous stage. From which our indoctrination calls its origin.
The microphone upon the origin blocks self reflection and critical thinking through pushing us toward endless lust for their normality.
A normality of political agenda, social agenda, and cultural agenda all forced upon us through "authority".
Evil is one who questions any teachings that originate from the stage. Suppressed is their voice.
Discourse is hate speech.
But we are unique. But we are also normal because we are unique.
Wait
What a paradox
That's just what we are taught
Now that We've questioned our restraints of self exploration and personal growth. We can begin the beginning.
Free of our chains. What is our purpose now?
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
keep telling me how to
Act
Speak
Write
see how long until
the house you built
burns
to the f*cking ground
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
Puff and Pomp of Circumstance
I maestrate my digits unseen
As an old lady hums loudly off-tune
begging to see their face
I tap my fingers to the drum
Watching myself walk the stage
Knowing I will receive no applause
How many people will watch--
Scoff as I go the distance
A piece of paper with a shiny crest,
Firewood, tinder, disinterest
A hilarious dream,
The biggest lie ever sold
But I still walk and talk and sit as I'm told
No great symposium,
No perfect forum
As every time I went to speak
I was silenced,
Pleaded to keep clean
The great farewell
dictation of objectivity
Of dis-indoctrination
I wanted to scream
No ma'am you are mistaken
The quaking words you claim are making
A better world, a better place?
Setting the stage for the end of day
And a rambunctious after-party
Full of mean mead and black wine
******* in the grass of the divine
"Let us remember..."
That they have never been
"...In the holy presence of God"
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
In my garden,
I've planted a seed.
It took a while,
But eventually sprouted a tree.
I would sit underneath,
In the relief of shade.
It was the hottest summer,
The sun had ever made.
I pondered of things,
Untold and unseen.
The tree would support,
My back as I lean.
As the winter dawned,
Something happened.
I stopped visiting the tree,
And it gradually blackened.
The tree grew old,
I did too.
It was there many years,
But I visited it so few.
That very tree,
That had kept me cool.
Held on to its life,
Although life is cruel.
It held on for me,
And that I can't repay.
So I'll set it free,
I'll walk away.
The tree has many more years,
Than I.
I'll hold it back,
If there I lie.
Someone will come,
To take my place.
But until then,
That tree will hold an empty space.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Turning nocturnal
Eternally slipping deeper
Into sleepless abyss
Darkness shrouds
Thoughts drowning
Crowding internal
Futile attempts
My vile mind can't find peace
Awake but paralysed
Open eyes
But anaesthetised
Restraining
Taming fury that abides
Inside
Cold to the core
Unsure
What it's all for
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Shes like a living ghost, in the corner of my eyes
witching me to her post, binding, with no ties
Paths and dreams not taken, to where we could have been
wishing I could awaken, her spirit here, and felt within
The portions of my heart and soul, broken from the ride
the cost and pay of all the tolls, inviting her inside
Living as a husk and shell, of what I have attained
unfilled now, an empty well, a life that is restrained
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
My Heart, in chains..
The heavier it grows
The more, it's restrained
Careful, my little one
Don't you grow fonder
For I fear,
It may be torn asunder..
My heart, in chains
Careful my little one
Not to love any further
For I fear
It would twinge like no other..
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
Mentally encased, 6 by 6
With hope of an escape,
But only with the impending danger
Of returning
Leaving without resolution
without closure
Only left scarred with memories
Even with a new-found 'freedom'
Never actually leaving the prison.
Left confined within our minds
Even whilst unbound.
left in solitude to cope
Left to eventually drown,
Losing your last breaths,
Your last hold on sanity....
Fighting a lost war
So I wait, till such a time,
For a release unguaranteed
But will know for sure
Of freedom and peace
- Rufaro Kaviya
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Prepare to be entranced
by symphonic sounds
acuity and beauty
displays of pique
explosions of profanity
evocative waves
of love and adulation
restrained tones
profound as shadows
crossing a motionless road.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
Similar to a wave in the sea,
I cannot be restrained.
Rising up after falling
again and again.
Each time stronger,
crashing down harder
than before.
Resembling the messages sent in bottles,
rippling waves inscribed with purpose.
Drowning my anchors
in the deepness of the water.
Destroying what destroys me,
refusing to stop
kissing the shore line
even after being pushed away.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
I have this burden on my shoulders
It's weighing me down
I can't pick myself back up
I can't even move
You put this weight on me
Please lift it, forgive me my love
Please let me go, release me of your wrath
Don't hold my mistakes over my head like this
You place them so high I cant reach them
So I'm stuck here
Staring up at you from the ground
Buried underneath my burdens
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
The sun begins to set
I see us standing there
Hand in hand
Can’t help but stare
The moon and the stars
I see the beach, a fire, a glow.
Sweetly singing and dancing
You dipping me slow
You draw me near
With a whisper in my ear
A kiss on the cheek
I can’t even speak
Your piercing eyes
Could be my demise
Your shoulders, strong and bare
Wrap me up, take me anywhere
A knowing sigh
The ache in my heart
This longing
Begs us not to part
Passion restrained
Three words I know but can’t say
Waiting
Hoping
Praying
For that desired day
…and dearest, it will be worth it.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
My soul is trapped
Inside my dreams
My bones and skin
Can’t make me feel
I’m standing numb
As feelings sleep
Inside my cold and fragile heart
I’m either trapped inside myself
Or lost in an entangled world.
My soul is trapped
Inside my dreams
My bones and skin
Can’t make me feel
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I have braces on more than just my teeth.
The only difference is that they won't be coming off once things straighten out.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC