#restrictions
the sign speaks to you
in your mind
but you know
it is silent.
take a fifth one
feel the rough material
scratch against the skin
of your hands
take a sixth one
and be free
take a seventh one
and break the cycle
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
is it wrong to want a bit of attention?
all I want
is a unique kind of connection
where I'm the only one in their eyes
eyes that are filled with dedication
towards me and me only
I wish somebody could give me a redirection
because I'm starting to feel selfish
and that's becoming a distraction
to my insecure lil brain
so I guess I'll just wait for my destruction
as I wonder what it takes
to not worry about my emotions
just to feel okay to feel selfish
with not even one restriction
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 5:56 AM UTC
THEY claim that their laws
protect the rights and lives
of women and children
that’s why they criminalize
women's rights over their bodies
children's rights for knowledge
of their history, basic sexuality, etc.
and a safe school environment
banning books on global warming
and *** education from libraries
over 200 mass shootings with 264 deaths
in the first five months of this year
strongly suggest that information and
the right over your body
are not what’s killing people
yet THEY are unable to react
with tighter gun laws
praying for the victims and their families
does not prevent the next shooting
dangerous signs
of political and ethical impotence
May 25, 2023
May 25, 2023 at 3:01 PM UTC
What of life now ill days have come
and fate reveals its time for some;
our lives to date we could endure
but now it seems we're less secure.
The days ahead are fraught with fear
if there's no hope, there is no cheer;
although we ride our current state
that does not mean it will abate.
A way forward we have been told
is to accept the common fold;
get the jab then we'll all be sweet
and each other safer to greet.
For things are getting harder still
as this virus they can't yet ****
it seems we'll have to live with it
making the most of each minute.
The delta* variant somehow
is the one that's so rampant now;
being more transmissible and
getting a little out of hand.
It's such a pity for the race
now this dilemma has to face;
a slow decline of values past
as the future is shadow cast.
Yet life goes on we see around
people are building above ground;
they're making the most of the rate
banks are lending with in this state.
Who knows how long it will go on
this crisis that seems like a con;
they haven't done enough to stop
the virus spreading as we shop.
Stricter measures could be imposed
but that might mean more to be closed;
life as known may come to a halt
and our lives get a backward jolt.
The vaccines developed to date
are only as good as a mate;
they can't stop or **** the virus
but lessen its impact in us.
O woe be told! what can one do
when all of life depends on you;
man's guilt 'n shame have led to this
because of things hard to dismiss.
In times past the same has happened
and life then was also flattened;
it seems that man hasn't yet learnt
to live life without getting burnt.
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Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 6:41 AM UTC
As a child, I laughed, as my hands nipped with cold
I played in the snow with no gloves,
I was bold!
As an adult, I pampered and painted my nails
If I broke one, I whimpered, I bothered
I wailed.
As a teacher, I clean and I care and I feed
My hands they are broken, cracked
Sometimes bleed!
Our children are lost in a world of new rules
made up by an army, a gaggle,
Of fools!
They mask-up, obey, and they do what they're told
Too scared to rebel, to be free,
To be bold!
GG
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 6:41 PM UTC
Took a stroll down a riverside,
shook the hands of a fish,
the sun got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped
Rode a bike near the water,
smiled at my reflection,
the sky got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped
Ran on the rocky road,
cut a flower on my way,
the moon got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped
Swam in the cold river,
touched the earth underneath,
the night got mad, “you can’t”
she said. So I stopped.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
i am the best
version of myself
when i am comfortable
surrounded by my loved ones
and knowing there are no time restrictions
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Keep to your own lines,
the interwoven, layered,
stood-the-test-of-time,
true-to-the-character lines.
Friend. Father.
Englander. Londoner.
Hero. Hugger.
Reliable understudier.
Place your toes on the bottom line,
and take a look and take in a breath,
take inspiration drawn in from the borrowed,
from the passing,
from the whatever-passes-for-solomon.
And redefine yourself, for yourself,
once again.
But don't stray over those well-rehearsed lines.
Don't ever improvise.
You're safe if you keep to your lines.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Restrictions
I’m tied up, Caged Dead
Caged Sick
Caged Confused
I’m shackled to the words of the Old
That bind me
To a life I do not want
Blind me
In a fruitless rage
I see colors in dull hues when you remind me
Of all I cannot be
Because I am Me
I feel the panic
Static in my mind and brain
I go insane at your words
“Because you’re a girl”
I’d much rather you **** me
‘Cause those words constrict me
Suffocate me
Make me wish for death as I drown helplessly in your judgement
Oh Judge Jury and Executioner!
Have mercy
I do what you say
I am what you think you want
Please leave me alone
I am pleading
Down on my knees, hands clasped
Have mercy!
I do what you want, when you want, how you want
I limit my questioning so you don’t shout out those dreaded words
“Because you’re a girl”
They are the noose
Slowly wrapping itself around my neck
A coiling, winding, unwinding snake
Come on
Is this really what you want?
Panic and anarchy inside of me
As the tears flow down my eyes, into my throat to drown me
I watch as you fill up my lungs with concrete
And expect me not to bleed from the inside out
Well I am all out of blood
I am dead, I am done
I’ve been buried alive
Go find your next victim.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
Why are there people like this in the world?
They bring you down to the ground.
The way they bring you down hurts and it is hard to ever get up again.
Something restricting your strength.
Overpowering your body.
A strange feeling of guilt mixed with anger builds inside of you.
But the lack of strength limits you to take any action.
So you just lay there on the ground.
Crying.
Until the pain eventually goes away...
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 7:28 PM UTC
Your only restricted by the walls you build up around yourself
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Poetry gives our soul a voice
The courage to write without hesitation and proclaim without explanation
To the point that it is no longer poetry, but the words we have been choking on in fear of being criticized
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
My love is more pure than a diamond,
even with a heart of dark, black coal.
Lately I've been expanding my mind and,
getting high on draining my soul.
I skip notes like a broken record,
and thus conversation is never relayed.
I make choices with how it will affect her,
we both know that's how the game is played.
But I know that I have the potential to destroy a life,
and that's why I decorate in caution tape.
Yes I know it reflects shining misery and strife,
but I've been strapped in so long; I can't escape.
I've got high hopes and low odds,
hearing only demons who act as gods.
I've got low morale but skin of steel,
even when I watch it bleed and peel.
My love is more pure than the deepest of seas,
even with affection that's coarse like sand.
Lately I've been biting and silencing my pleas,
and digging my nails straight into my hand.
I sink ships like a waiting ice field,
stopping it dead right in it's path,
and not even the greatest mirror shield,
could ever withstand my full wrath.
'Cause I know that I have the ability to stick around,
so I try to make sure that I am never really there.
My soul fears the day when it is chained and bound,
but the opportunities seem so very rare.
I've got high hopes and low odds,
rambling this nonsense with the nods.
I've got low morale but skin of steel,
it deflects the good and bad that I should feel.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
Guns
Slick metallic
Fully loaded sidekicks
A right held higher than most
Opinions vary, more or less
For laws and restrictions
For availability and freedom
A country divided, a hot topic debate
And while you ponder your side of the fence
Remember that the leaders and lawmakers
Prefer prayer as a means to relieve such tragedies
There is no plan to change how things are
There is no answer from the left
There is no answer from the right
Accepting complacency and prayers
Prayers, which have done nothing, not a thing at all.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
I'm angry
I'm angry that this is the world we live in
I'm angry that I can't walk down the street without being harassed
I'm angry that I constantly have to think about how people will react to what I wear
I'm angry about the everyday inconveniences this world has made for me
But more than anything I'm angry that I have to think twice about helping an elderly man into his car
I'm angry that today there was a disabled man slowly pushing his wheelchair across the parking lot and I didn't help him
Because that's the world we have created
A world where we are consistently aware that even by being good we can be punished
I am so angry that I sat there and watched that man for ten minutes
And didn't move because how could I know that he wasn't another Ted Bundy
How could I know
We have created a world with such a deep chasm of distrust that I can't even believe that this poor man was truly disabled
As a woman I have to be afraid of a man in a wheelchair
A man who seemingly cannot walk still has the ability to terrify me
I am so angry
That I am limited
Not only by the things that I wear and the places in which I can go alone
But I am limited in my ability to make the world a better place
I am limited
And I am angry
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
Close your eyes and count to ten,
Why do you pout, you need zen.
Society makes you count your lads?
Lets clad in white and shout at them *****
You want to hide in mesh?
No, I say you stand up and salute the coppice underneath your flesh.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
May I have your attention?
This information is for you.
Put this in your dictionary,
****** doesn’t mean ‘let’s *****
It might do where you come from
But some of us were raised better.
We recognize and accept
The Constitution to the letter.
It guarantees our freedom as
Citizens of this fine nation.
Nowhere does it say nudists should
Be treated with degradation
And blocked from freedom to be
Who they really are at heart.
Denying natural freedoms is
Where fascism gets its start.
If you have been trained in a way
That genitalia is abomination
You’re the one who is indecent
And needs some repatriation.
It’s not like someone naked is
Automatically getting it on.
That’s just inside your mind, so
Only you can make it be gone.
A lot of what you are thinking
And the very thing you are fear
Is not real, it’s irrational
This is what you need to hear;
Some may not find you ****
When they see you naked
But those are not nudists.
They’re unclothed bigots that fake it.
May I have your attention?
This information is for you.
Put this in your dictionary,
****** doesn’t mean ‘let’s *****
It might do where you come from
But some of us were raised better.
We recognize and accept
The Constitution to the letter
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
restrictions we seek
to follow every word
given unto us by the
ones who seek a rule
relentlessly they go
boldly against every
system of convention
for a simple selfish
reason for a greater
accomplishment there
is no overcoming the
odds that stand in a
fight against us but
time will tell truth
and soon light shall
be shed on the shade
that veils our minds
and dystopia will be
overthrown boring by
boring brick and the
ruined shall rise in
triumphant waves now
we have won the final fight tonight
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
Always restrictions.
How can I express myself,
with all these restric
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
When words are hard to come by
And they have deserted you
Life starts to feel dreary without them
Unable to express your feelings
Carry cans of spray paints
To color the walls around you
Marvel at the riot of colors
The best graffiti to have ever painted
Walls can be your inspiration
Only if you look at the brighter side
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC