"apposed" poems
What's so illegal about wanting to marry?
What's so illegal about not wanting that weight to carry?
What's so illegal about inhaling the pain away?
What's so illegal about not living another day?
Our choice, our freedoms, once all in the same.
Now apposed by laws and wars and the Government's games.
War on drugs, anti-gay marriage,
No more abortions might as well lead to "accidental" miscarriage.
Suicides and trespassers both shot in the head,
Hacking games and fake identities, you might as well be dead.
Everything we fear the pessimists then "amend"
Pretending to be gods as if their hands are to be a lend.
What happened to the world when freedom was a lifetime?
Not where fat bellowing rich men made ruling us their pastime.
A rebellion is out of the question,
For people are afraid of more oppression.
Somehow comfortable in homes where brains lie with matrix,
Merely made up of fools who are not creative.
Sick of living in these countries of lies,
Freedom is all I ask but it is what others despise.
What's so illegal about being free?
What's so illegal about being me?
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
“Opposites attract”
Now there is a cute term that
Was first deemed by someone who
Was not apposed to attractiveness, but
Was also the opposite of it.
Cute, aint it?
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
I'm not afraid to say that I am not afraid,
but I think we're lost and it's unsettling.
And I'm not afraid to say I love you to my friends,
and that we like drugs.
If I don't find a perfect job and buy a perfect house
will I meet the standards?
We'll I'm not afraid of being poor and hungry.
I'm afraid of being Fake, and filled with Hate.
And I'm not afraid to say I'm sick of ***
and the way it makes me think.
Because the worst war is in my head
And the first step would be keeping to myself
But the worst part is in my bed.
when I get anxious I can't sleep..
So can we go
and waste some time
I'm not afraid of being put down
I like the way I live and the way I dress.
And I'm not ashamed
I spent those checks on gas and whiskey
and cigarettes.
If don't purchase trendy clothes and I don't bother lifting
Am I still a man?
Well, I'm not afraid to say that superficial people make me
sick.
I want no part of it.
And I'm not apposed to hearing
things you have to say
but I get mad.
Because the worst war is in my head
I'm not afraid to say that I am not afraid
but I'm ******* Scared.
Because all our time is spent with technologies instead of Love,
and Loving life.
I'm not afraid to help you see, but I wouldn't Know.
Because if I say we're slaves to phones and Facebook,
I know that you'll go home,
and you'll waste your time on it.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Is it true that nowadays the value of a man is in how many women he ***** on a daily basis?
Is it true that nerdy is only good when it’s a vulnerable female rather than a young boy trying to actually get somewhere in his life?
Is it true that women consider themselves ******* and that being a “lady” is simply for the old or stuck up hoes?
Excuse my vulgarity.
Is it true that if I were to back into, *********** and dry **** on you, you wouldn’t mind? Hell, it’s a dance, relax.
Is it true that if I were to come to you as a true gentleman, opening doors and kissing on your hand rather than trying to **** your face off in the first 15 minutes, you’ll deny me, not because I’m not a good guy, but because that style is dead?
Is it just me, or am I holding on to a time of the dead? Is it just me or are we in a time of complete confusion?
Is it true that If I were to show you intimacy and go deeper to showing feelings of actual love, you’d simply consider me a boyfriend and not actually a counterpart?
Where did it go? What happened to the times when a love was formed and built rather than packaged and given easily? What happened to the times when you’d say “girlfriend” and think of love and consideration rather than just the title itself? What happened to actually loving your counterpart as apposed to simply having them around you?
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
You don’t see what I see,
Is your perception of the world the same?
To how I see.
Contrary of what you see, I feel.
And my feeling towards you empties as I echo the recollections of you, of the nothingness I feel now Apposed to how I felt then.
Or did I ever feel what I thought. I think I will know when I truly feel.
If months were steps, I would walk back down, never to choose that route again.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:21 AM UTC
I sought out just what I've become
Numb to trepidation, apposed to emotions
I choke on sensations, opening to oceans
Of blood soaked remnants I can't fathom
Begin to comprehend, or otherwise justify
To myself
And It's square on my shoulders
If I like it or not
Sating my lust for life, finding out how
To revel in spite, in spite of myself, honestly
Grating, the thoughts that haunt me through
Sleepless hours and all the mindless rambling I do
To myself
I wanted to change, and I did
I did change
Bought at the current rate
Life condensed to a price
I wanted everyone to pay
Besides me. Never me
I thought it free, until someone came around with
The promise that they'd take it all away
Breaking ground, like the words I said
What I say in my day to day
Breaking ground, foray into something
I'd call a grave mistake
Try to justify it, screaming at the sky
Trying hard to hide what I swear I left behind
Blame it on society. A scapegoat that never falters
Hurdles that I prayed would change, and yet
They never falter
So, I blame it on you, and then you blame it on me
I blame it on myself
...
I blame myself.
What it always comes down to
And I turned into what I had always planned to turn into
Go figure.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
Unfolding and revealing
Each costly word still staining
Apposed to sweet sustaining
It feels me as it sinks in
The deeper grows this feeling
What do I bleed
Will I live
In this pain
I know
I needed
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
It's a strange thing to notice.
Youve known me for more than just awhile now but still know very little about me.
You have not seen the inside of my mind
When the only thing that gives me the slightest satisfaction
Is the thought of the world without me.
But that would mean you'd be without me.
Well, I'd be without you..
Its just that
I'm a mess and I don't know how to fix myself.
Since meeting you I've began wishing for more time
Apposed to wanting less.
I fell asleep at 3:24am whispering things only the sun knows now.
I told the man on the moon about you. I hope he's good at keeping secrets.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
She was a skeleton inside a snakeskin canvas;
the smoothest of hands to hold it’s madness.
She punctured the cliffs edge
but she wouldn’t meet the venom;
too dull, too grey,
pull at the tendons and never see heaven.
Did the momentum fade with the rain, was the rain golden?
Was it frigid, did everything stand still or was it fallen?
The more I reap the details in which mystery was apposed
the more I sew the waves with my narrative and dizzy words.
I picture a youth in my arms; squirmed in me and yanked out.
I’m too much of a charcoal cloud,
raw, cold yet loud.
Maybe it’s me above the harbour,
I’m curdling on the brink
like pale suns in vintage skies;
there’s nothing else to live for.
She bathes below the faucet of the sea and takes in discolouration.
When the windscreen wipers stop, breathing stops in full acceleration.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 7:21 AM UTC
Politics,
a waste of what is left and what is time?
a construct?
the ultimatum?
destination?
a selfie of a self destruct?
****** if I know
but
I care even less
Banks.
if it's a mess that we're in
let them
deal with it,
I'm off and into the wide blue
you
city boys
can poke your *** toys
up yer arses.
horses for courses
where water once flowed.
hey
as opposed to hay
(or it could be apposed
I suppose)
which is a crop,
stop rambling John and
get on with it.
Politics,
Labour?
what labour do they know?
the working class did not pass go
the light's have always been on red,
vote?
you might as well smoke blue fin,
which is packed in a tin can
by robots and
not by the working man,
The kiss my *** system
and the men
who rule the ruling class
would never have
the dream when
all
men are equal
that'd be their nightmare.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC