"accomodate" poems
Alternating baskets of good fruit and bad fruit
the seeds are what we're after
and all we ever wanted
was a tree
to come to time after time and
have to call our own
the fruit is sweet as wine
intoxicating as sweet time
taking us away to a different place
while the world moves past us
outside the window of the car
it never feels as fast as it is
we slow down to accomodate
the feelings we're feeling
the dreamings we're dreaming
and the road keeps insinuating itself
under our wheels
another day
another dollar
and we hope the destination is worth it
I'm just trying to find a ride to work
so I'll have something to do today
and something to drink in two weeks
I suppose that's the farthest I'll look ahead from now on
That and the party that I know will happen on
such and such a date
Two weeks spent waiting
and slaving
for a paycheck trophy
that opens up the doors
of the convenience store
And I'll move in among the crowd
Purchase an egg sandwich
and a pack of smokes
and go along with the eternal drama
for one more day
I'd love to be on the outskirts right now,
when I have to do the grunt work
I'd love to be on the edge of the galaxy
watching it all spin and spiral
from afar
Appreciating the grand scheme of things
[This is key to my existence]
and I can easily get caught up
in the stubborn sighs
and drunken claims
but at the end of the day
I sit, and I wait
for the master plan to reveal itself
for the chance to say hello
to the person I think I am
for the chance to fall in love
just one more time
for the ocean to swallow me up
and tell me it's okay
to feel the way I feel
and that everything I do
is for the best
and I'll be nurtured by waves so sincere
and I'll be sure of myself for one more day
and I won't **** up the master plan
with incoherent human ramblings
on destiny and the way things have gone
and will go in the future
Do me a favor dear,
don't listen to a single thing I say
because I don't know a thing
and I know it
Just rock me to sleep so gently. . .
So slow that neither of us notice
the motion of the earth
spinning through space
So slow
that everything stands still
and I can finally rest
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
Don't change for the world,
Be bold enough to be yourself
And watch the world bow to the real you,
Let it change to accomodate you,
You can't change to accomodate the world.
That's almost impossible.
Be the real you,keep your standards high and let nothing stop you.
You're beautiful,no beauty standard should rule your life.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
I maybe too new to this world
but my goals aren't
Do not you judge from my age
numerics are deceptive you know
Sorrow,
sigh
why no trust?
Do not consider me the guilty
neither my words, nor my intentions lie.
Painful it is,
to get such a treatment.
But my tears maybe
a theatrical prop for you.
I'm the sole recipient of pain,
For you it must all go in vain.
But it is the ******** reality
"TheStoryOfMyLife"
My owners neglect
my views,
my feelings,
my thoughts.
For me this gives my life
droughts.
So, I'm the sole recipient of such neglect.
Today I accomodate in this
world-wide-room
"MyApparentWorld" .
Hoping this dark night to pass,
giving way to some ray of sunshine
and a pinch of rainbow.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
No matter how tough
I may seem
No matter how loved
I may be
No matter how much
I tried and may still
Seem to try
After this last,
This final betrayal
I cannot but give in
Give up
I give up trying
To be better
Better than I can
Be better than I am
I can give up
Trying
But will never give
Up caring
I will give up
Fabricating lies
To please, to accomodate
People I do not seem to know
I will give up
Fabricating a life
To placate, to appease
People who do not seem to care
I will start
Realising a dream
To create, to build
A person that is worthy
I will be
Trying a new way
To live, to give
A person to myself
For I am, so I learn
Everyday
Everyway
No more hiding
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Transformation:
one into many &
many into one
the bird of paradise
half truth and half lie
it's not pure fiction
but pure singing
or intensity of the dark light
this vibration of your U(nconscios)
is a floating vessel
(sunk into mystery)
for my dreams
mine is for yours and for her
and for them
this is the way we meet
It's scary and wonderful
to recognize each other
some mirrors are crazy
light hides itself best in the dark
and darkness hides itself
best in the brightest of lights
there are too many layers
of liquid meanings in this
creature called life -
the same way
the ocean is carrying
different layers of
pressure and dark
the bird of paradise
dissolves itself
into singing cause
this is the only way
to meet its music
a bird constantly changing
the shape of its wings
to accomodate danger -
the danger of being alive
on your own
day after night
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 8:56 AM UTC
We sit on a rock,
overlooking someone's fields
and pretend we are somewhere far
not just a few blocks away from home
It's Cinderella-like the way it happens.
The lush reeds turn to palm trees
fertile farmlands into sandy beaches
A sad attempt to accomodate our imagination.
I know we have always been too big for this country,
but right now it reeks of desperation.
So we look to the skies for validation
but in the dam we find motivation
from the water that flows without a destination.
"Does it hope to become river?", we wonder.
If it hopes to grow from it's current state.
Like a butterfly from a catterpillar.
Is it's movement a show of faith?
That the reeds and plants will open
and clear a path for it's murky waters.
This is why the dam feels like home:
Though we can't see our reflections,
the dam is able to reflect our ambition
to succeed regardless of our location.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
I find myself picturing you
mascara running down pristine cheeks
the gurgling sounds that escape your lips
serve only as encouragement
to press further, deeper
the soft grip of throat, swallowing
trying to accomodate more
always more
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Finite time is not designed
to accomodate a poet's fate.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 1:25 AM UTC
I thought I could hold
the world
on my shoulders
but all I do is give
beneath the weight of
countless choices that I've made
Still, strangers faces seem
so much kinder then
the ones I call my own
but faces change like reveries
and people fall like dominos.
How far can I go?
without a messenger to save me,
or a magic spell to cure what ails,
since I'm never on the mend.
I've been searching for some hope
or someone broken
at the the start
Where all of your pieces,
shift with all of my shattered parts
and you'll shoulder the weight
of this world I hold
or tell me too keep going.
Oh, and if not you then give me
peace by showing
all these messy matters
a life good enough to serve
on a silver platter
because
How far can I go?
without a ghost inside my soul,
or a shell to communicate with the sea,
This world is just to big too
accomodate someone so weak and
How far can I go?
If I don't know if there's
hope for me.
Tell me,
how far will I go?
If there's no hope for me.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
I want to live
In the depths of my inner being
Remote candid blisfully
Gratified to hear it can accomodate me
Here I come,
Joyous willingly.
Saddened was falsehood behind me
Cursing crying fretting me.
Turning a deaf ear to,I walked unmindfully.
Soon I was in the haven of truth,
Tranquil and festive, the air enveloped me,
Blanketed by love it breathed me.
You're here for a purpose,it whispered
And opened the doors to my loving deity before me.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
Too dead to cry
Yet dull pain still hurts
Too damaged to register
Too easy to accomodate
Sunlight blinds
Fresh air suffocates
Dusty damp corners
Lurking in darkness
Slinking through the shadows
Of what feels normal
Colorless stink of contentedness
Fills the heart
Fills the senses
Feels too full to want.....anything
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
I've gone crazy
Gone, gone completely insane
So sick, so tired and lazy
I stand outside in the freezing rain
And I shout out
I yell with everything I've got
I'm too loud
They're chaining me up
They've locked me in the insane asylum now
Took a walk down the street
Just to see if I could assimilate
I've got, got the beat
Got the attitude to assassinate
My head's gone wild
My brain's gone cold
They're writing up a file
I watch but I won't fold
Not gonna accomodate
Gonna keep doing what I'm doing
My hearts ticking a beat too late
More nonsense, they say I'm too intimidating
My body's no longer under my control
I'm moving but got nowhere to go
My mind's in twn different places at once
Can't stay clean, can't focus
My vision's getting blurry now
And there's nothing I can do
I hit you with a boom and a pow, pow
There's nothing you can do now
Cuz I'm a patient in the darkest of the places
I'm impatient, can't you read the spaces?
Not the lines, but what's in between is what counts
When your life's gone to ****
Can't do anything now, now I'm ready to pounce
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:26 PM UTC
wandering the almost deserted beach
linen slacks turned up to
the knees and a flowing
shirt that flags out behind her.
hat in hand she stoops and rifles through the firm tideline sand and deftly flicks her treasure into a plastic blue bucket. her feet shift to accomodate the salt water wavelets that play tag
with her manicured toes.
she glances sideways at the sea
judging time and tide
as she gathers her bucket
of pipis
destined for the dinner table.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Fumbling the black out night
Were little light comes through the curtained window
Tripping over the discard of shoes
Pillows fallen off the bed and memories
Of when you laughed as I stumbled into the night bathroom clumsy hands looking for a switch
Waking for a three am bath for no reason
Other than to feel hot water on my skin
Sitting sideways to accomodate a second person in the too small bath
Maybe its not love I miss maybe its the happiness
The child like play I splashed bubbles against your chest
Leaning in for eskimo kisses and a teasing tickle to your side.
Its the little things the innocent wonder that I miss most
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
I am shockingly aware
Of what time it is
Of the muscles I didn't stretch well enough
Of the grammatical mistake I made in that text message six hours ago
Of the fact that I didn't tell you I love you today
Of my hair tied up too high
Of my shorts being too small and my tanktop too large
Of the brightness on my cellphone not having a setting low enough to accomodate my headache
Of which direction my boyfriend is from here
(I don't think he like my teddy bear)
Of the motorcycle that just drove by
Of my fan that doesn't have an in-between setting
Of the bruises and bug bites on my legs
Of the burn on my hand from chemistry
Of that fact that you are asleep already
Of the fact that I just so happen to be the last person awake in my family
Of every time my dog breathes in and out
Of how tired I am but if I tried to sleep, my brain would laugh at me
Of how alone I must be right now because no one else I know forgot to pick up a prescription and thus must lay here, awake all night
Of how beautiful it feels to close my eyes
Of how limited and scarce sleep is
How gentle and warm.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
why do i embrace solitude
so much
why is it i crave to be alone
why is friendship a hassle
and partners annoying
why does family aggravate me
and children make me scowl
is this a sad existence
for one person
for me
was i born to be one
a soul survivor
alone
but not lonely
by myself
but enjoying the company
or is it selfish of me
for not wanting to try
and accomodate
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
There are days when every move she makes is laced with anger
Days when a potential lover cannot make time to accomodate growing feelings
Days when I cannot differentiate disinterest and stress
Bad days filled with friction and fighting
A wish that I could run away from it all
But suffocated by millions of thoughts as to what I should do
And confusion as to what the problem really is
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 3:06 PM UTC
There is a tiny island
in the river, enough
big to swing cats if
they could swim out.
I'm imagining it on a
raft foundation in order
to accomodate the rising
river levels in Winter.
Proximate to Mallow
Castle, I will be able to
keep an eye on the auld
deers and the granite bridge.
It is going to be a Grand
Design, Willie Eaton is my
consultant, for the Kevin Mcloud
show, an eye catcher.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
I never lied as a kid.
I was the one everyone knew would take little to no disciplining, the one who was born mature.
How I let myself go, how I let myself change to accomodate someone in a negative way, I will never know.
And perhaps I'll never forgive myself.
I could never hate any of the people who illicited bad experiences in my life, simply because they've made me into a stronger person.
But complaining that I never did enough, that I've permeated your life in a negative way when we don't even talk, it makes no sense.
I'm not actively seeking to hurt anyone. I don't even talk to you anymore.
The difference is, I'm not a child anymore like I was when I knew you.
I don't care anymore.
People who can't get over the past, those who hold onto it and complain about it without actually trying to fix it, those are the people I will never give the time of day.
How could someone unwilling to make themself better for someone else's sake and for their own sake be appealing to speak to? To laugh with? To cry with?
They drag people down.
And I finally care about myself enough to root out the ones who need work. And I don't feel guilty.
I'm growing self esteem.
And the lies have expired.
For good.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC