"complicates" poems
The world is in a dead awkward silence
everyone looked at the aggressive brutality and cruel violence
They wondered to themselves how did they get here
without even realising there were people pulling their strings like a masquerade puppeteer
Can you imagine a world without anything but just broken gravel?
Living in fear of just catching nothing but just the common cold rattle
Growing up to learn the destroyed world and be nothing but just to grow old..
Change the time of you which you live in now
technology just complicates our lives and our true knowledge
Before everything just becomes nothing but bitterness and displease
will it then maybe shock you? And come ten times worst as respiratory disease
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Girl. the word that separates
and complicates
making each of us, less equal
I’m a girl and rarely
have I ever been treated fairly.
We are all human and should be treated as one.
So why am I not allowed to kick the ball and run?
Just like a white crayon you think I useless.
But you’re just really clueless, because I CAN.
yet at the same time I can’t,
since the men are on top you see
high above any other
don’t take it as a bother
being below and under and where we will be.
Because I’m just a girl,I’m not treated fairly
The Overbolded Beauty © 2016
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
The light beyond the windowpane reads like the lines of a poem
And the headlights crash into streams on their way home
The lampshade brushes your arm and crushes you like a stone
You're still there but over here you're all alone
The streets are all black or maybe it's just the night
The day was long but now it's time to make it right
But when your memories are wrong and blurred out of sight,
Do you really have the strength to put up a fight?
You light your cigarette and close one, ****** eye
"Don't bat a lash" says the woman who last made you cry
And she follows you down to the depths of your mind
She complicates your soul and then she just hurries by
Somewhere down the alley, towards the church bells of dawn
You hear a voice that slowly carries on
Like a lost whippoorwill still whispering its song
A feeling comes over you and you wonder why you waited so long
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
It's funny how love is so complicated
Only because of how simple it is
Love complicates our situations
But because of this love, you're delighted to change
Things are exciting again
I can't sleep at night
I'm not in love
I swear
It's just flirting right?
It's just mindless questions
And cute texts
...
And pictures of hearts
****
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Past attraction that warrants smiles
What was it that showed we care
Still in contact with flirty eyes
Wishing for a day to remember
Distance complicates the desire meaning
But love usually finds a way to settle
Dreams we shared now living alone
The greatest love song never heard
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 8:40 PM UTC
I know that they all like to say that nice guys finish last.
But this really is far from true.
Most nice guys really will end up finishing first.
It just may happen to them well after they want it to.
But it may be to your advantage, that way.
You’ll get to meet people at their best, some would say.
When you get to finish first, first, you will miss out on a lot.
The people whose prime is early in life are generally not the best.
I know that it is really hard to think that you’ll have to wait.
There is not a single person who enjoys waiting.
But it really is in your favor to wait for a little while.
You can meet yourself before meeting other people.
And you have to be crazy to think that there aren’t others who are lonely.
Sometimes the nice girls think they’re in last place, too.
Nice guys think that they have to change.
Nice guys, please do us all a favor, never change.
The world can use a lot of people like you.
We need some people we can be proud of.
See, you think you’re a problem because her parents would like you.
Give it a few years, and that will be what she wants.
I meet this nice guy once and really liked him.
But, as you’d like to guess, I didn’t date him.
I’m even certain that we were flirting for a little bit.
Yet, I did not wish to date him.
I suppose you can call me a hypocrite right now.
I would be lying if I said you’re completely wrong.
But never did I say that nice guys would always win.
All I recall saying is that they wouldn’t finish last.
Because, if I’m being frank here, they cannot be last.
Last is reserved for those whom you don’t desire in the slightest.
And I can attest to always wanting someone nice.
I can admit that I will always want someone who is kind.
And you’re wondering why I didn’t date what I wanted.
As luck would have it, I knew he was too good for me.
He may have actually gotten a different message on that.
I’d be fibbing if I said that I told him that.
He just thinks that I only want him as a friend.
He thinks that was all I ever thought of him as.
He is not entirely wrong, honestly, he’s not.
Dating friends is something that complicates things; so I won’t date them.
But he doesn’t know that I was willing to break that rule.
I would go against all I stand for, just for a nice guy.
Sure, I would then somehow ruin things, but it would be nice while it lasted.
But I could never think of hurting someone so dearly, not when he gave his all.
Nice guys don’t finish last because no one wants them.
Nice guys finish last because everyone wants them.
Nice guys win in the end because others have gathered up their courage.
When we can be real with them, then they can win.
Nice guys finish later because we like them so much.
We are scared to hurt them and it causes us to hurt them more.
We can never win when it comes to people.
No matter what you do, someone will get hurt.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Allow me to be bold- brave prying eyes and bare all. Allow me to tamper with excommunication- to tempt ostracism- to tease trouble by talking of taboos... speaking of shushed subjects- oh, society's little secrets, the ones we're all willing to share. Allow me to expound on the lessons parents never wanted to teach- the lessons children are so eager to learn. The very act- the very word- that induces giggles, inspires poets, excites lovers, and makes or breaks "true bliss."
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns." -V.N
*** a word constructed of three of the twenty-six letters that make the English language go round. On their own, quite harmless, but collectively- a jaw-dropping, blush-inspiring, shush-provoking combination. *** the ultimate caricature of love and all that is romantic- oh, just look at this tangle of thorns. Tangled- because we have turned the beauty into a beast- taken "the two will become one"- and rationalized- two will always be two- Not you, me or me, you. No, nothing bad can come of this.
*** used to make lies beautiful and truth obscured. Sold in society- the promoter of skin- condemned in the church- discouraged as sin. All the while, teenagers are toppling around- neck deep in lust- desperate to be loved- fumbling- tumbling into the open arms of the ultimate outlet. *** a shallow solution to a deeper problem- a gift given, unwrapped, re-wrapped, and given again. Allow me to attempt to untangle these thorns- when does making love become wrong?
When it makes heroes into harlots and turns the righteous into romantics- when it complicates the uncomplicated? When it manipulates insincerity to seem sincere- liberates itself from simple mathematics, why, the more the merrier, and forgets three's a crowd? Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, allow me to be ridiculed- expose myself as a hypocrite and define: It is when *** is misconstrued as a mere act of "love" that it becomes a crime.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 3:18 PM UTC
She wanders by the twilit lake,
for thoughts of him kept her awake,
so now she feels her heart may break,
and walks on, cold and bitter.
He treated her with scant respect,
while his behaviour went unchecked
and after years of self-neglect
she doesn't know what hit her.
The whispered words behind the bend
allow her heart no chance to mend,
thus forcing her instead to tend
to purely stressful matters,
and all the while the breezes blow,
the things she didn't want to know
occur to her in steady flow
and leave her heart in tatters.
For what good comes neglecting chat
which lays her bare, or lies her flat,
if without help, her brain does that,
and worse, it complicates it?
But she never does speak thus,
it's to be felt, not to discuss,
and, wanting not to cause a fuss,
she never even states it.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
more often misunderstood than not
i dance in spectrums of gray
where right and wrong is blurred
and faded edges
complicates this maze
i get lost in my own mind
blissfully wandering off
fixating about trivial things
staring at the moon for hours
waiting for it to answer me
perhaps im too different
beautifully broken yet starry eyed
quiet demeanor with a chaotic mind
and you, unfortunately,
are too the same
oneday i will find the soul
that finds peace in all of me
and we will wonder
and wander
together
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
I always enjoy flying high, but many things bring me back down, so I grow a beard
I am up to see another adventure that I indulge as I shave.
My heart beat drops, of memory of you, and what should have become, so I grow a beard
I converse with new souls that pick me up , shall i shave.
As all things, life complicates and freedom of thinking is defused, so I grow a beard
I overcome the difficulties and see new opportunity, only to shave.
Once again the thought of you, and stress lowers me to a place where I grow a beard.
I only shaved a little as I know what means to me.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
She only cares for lilacs.
Her favorite color's black.
She lives within a snowglobe,
and never leaves her track.
She wears him like a necklace,
or keeps him in a box.
She's so afraid of losing him;
just love and forget-me-nots.
Polish her with madness,
and paint her insanity clean.
She's honestly not as crazy as,
they'll all like to make her seem.
She only sleeps on rainy days,
only because she's afraid.
He doesn't see the beauty,
and hates being awake at 3am.
The phone is always ringing,
like the clock upon the wall.
Indie music resonates,
echoing down the hall.
She hides away alone,
with a cigarette in her hand.
The ledge of the tub is occupied;
she sits, and waits, and time goes by.
Her life is just a puzzle,
but she doesn't have a clue.
She complicates the simple things,
and makes happiness run blue.
He doesn't mind her tendencies;
he knows she's a little strange.
She wears him like a medal,
like her little trophy man.
But he knows she needs him,
he's the only sane thing he has.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
I've wondered for a long time about those people
Those whose sense of self, at least outwardly, seems strong
People whose garden develops its greens high around them
People with smoke drifting from their irises with certainty
They have such fire...
As so much time of mine has been wasted like a council house ****
A youth indulged on a see saw swinging between masochism and arrogant self indulgence
The years after bringing me back to the cell formations bestowed instead of those imagined
I find myself... learning to develop, running the marathon in last place
But..
It's not the place that bothers me
What bothers me is my love of the constructions..
Seeing so much through screens and day dreams
Seeing such possibility
What I wonder is that if any of it can be..
Built. Created.
Can I put myself headlong into book after book to develop the knowledge to write my own?
Can I persuade others to be confident in me when I find so little for myself?
Can I build a lifestyle that gives me pride and routine when it seems so difficult to envision?
Can I set myself so serenely and simply into a world which worries and complicates me?
Can I reach that high bar and pull hard enough to gain the empowerment I crave?
Can I say to that person... the person who may exist or may not, who could make me happier than any other person, when the moment comes, can I say what I really want them to hear?
I wonder, worry, forget and remember these things
But I plan on letting go of the nagging analysis of insecurity
To... have a go at the now, at the work and the life
And see what happens.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
I remember when the days felt golden because I, felt emotion. Hotter than lava burning brighter than gold I was alive. I remember days twisted into nights well the days feel more like the nights now my daze complicates my thoughts. My thoughts complicate my emotions I feel like when I go on that viking dragon pirate ship ride you know the one. The one that flies high, makes your stomach twist into knots makes you want to throw up. Pure ecstasy when you fall down I am falling down. Down deeper than I ever meant to go sometimes I feel like I need to go need to find where I started and climb back up.
I remember when you looked at me and it looked like maybe I was able to save you. Now I need to be saved and I feel like I’m being left alone, to my demons they don’t take a day off. Thoughts don’t take a day off. Memories, like itching in my brain they don’t take a day off. Itching in my brain it’s like my own cruel version of PTSD, made up by scars on my mind I swear baby I’ll get better I just need to take some time. It feels like I’m gambling and trust me I’m not a gambling man I don’t know the difference between black jack and poker so imagine my cards on the table I’m being forced a hand I don’t want. I never asked for any of this I never meant to be the cause of your sadness I just wanted what was best for you.
I know it’s not the logical solution, so imagine this: It’s like my brain is attacking itself, it’s the big bang imploding, exploding I am a supernova. A nuclear reactor going in the red zone, a plate of eggs being cooked on the pan. Suicide never seemed like such a good choice but you know that’s where mental illness comes to play, where my demons aren’t demons I know they aren’t it feels like it though so where do I go from here? Where do I go on this stepping stone path? I want to get better for you I don’t want you to leave or be burdened by my pain I am stuck, I am scared. I need to know things will be okay that maybe you still want to fight for us but I can’t trust the doctors, I can’t trust the mental ward. It’s in my veins this mistrust maybe a therapist would work and I’m two sided on the pills.
And so I think how to get out of the hole I’ve dug and dug but no answers were ever found. I feel misplaced or misused or overused or something I Can’t. Quite. Grasp.
I think of the days that were golden. When you looked at me with such happiness and it’s still there but it’s my own fault if that disappears. It’s always going to be my fault. So please, don’t be surprised when one day I am gone. If that day ever comes at least understand I went down fighting. My thoughts in the form of some devilish creature, I grasped it’s neck and it grasped mine. But it’s grip was tighter. At least know that I love you.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Wouldn't unveil compassion earlier, trying to produce worthy of a plan.
The dark includes a convincing and compelling direction.
The jaded and rigorous truth seemingly complicates delicate human beings.
From genuine to the most inconvenient love
Life mistakes points there are no mistakes in the end.
Meditate
Copy Right 2013
©Patty Ann
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Lost in the single thing that complicates more than I could know.
Confused as the silent zephyr blows my emotions to and fro,
but my steady gaze cannot be averted even by the beauty of the skies
because I've found something more beautiful in the depths of your eyes.
This hoping, longing, burning for something more than the mundane
has now been quenched to the point that I can't find reason to complain,
and the smiles that were once so hollow are now filled with bliss.
Never could I ever wish for something more than this peacefulness that persists.
With only a glance and a smile you have driven all the doubt from my brain,
and if I could forget everything else, then only this moment would remain.
Even though I can't vocally explain how I feel inside without it coming through
I know that it doesn't bother me when I"m standing here with you.
You've caused me to feel some things that I've been fighting for so long
and no matter how hard I fight them it seems that the feelings are just as strong.
So as I give in and fall collapsed at the mercy of the world and its harms,
I relax when I realize I'm being held up by the support of your arms.
As the dark night continues I find this simple notion to be true,
That as much as you are holding me up, you're relying on me too.
The idea that seems so simple stands like stone in the blowing wind
and that thought lingers on my mind until time forces the embrace to end.
So as I drift into the darkness of midnight's fast enveloping shroud
I know that to feel all of these feelings is more than should be allowed,
but the single greatest battle that I doubt I shall ever win
is to leave this place without wishing that I were in your arms again.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
when a pronoun retracts
and becomes compounded
e.g.: itself, himself...
it complicates matters
with a dually functioning vigor
of content expression:
which extends thanks to the
surgical assertion that the
definite aritlce (scalpel)
and indefinite article (forceps)
proceed to govern
a. retractive pronoun usage
within compounding
is reflexive (reflex bias)
and
b. pronouns given unto punctuation
markings are reflective,
the notorious "i" of
sartre's usage;
in the poor sense of the word
when expressed as mirror-image,
since sarte's linear dittoing
markings possess a narcissistic chiral
exclusion of an active ownership of will
that's simply a misuse of
denotative marking -
it would simply imply an orwellian
conception of double-think, of
"
what's
"
actually defined via
"
thinking about it when orientated by gemini
(i.e. the ditto markings
imply a repeat,
or simply - as above / follow suite.)
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
You remind my mind of magic this body had let go
like the tiny tender shoots that come before the snow
you make mock of mockeries a lesser heart might hold
and sing of things at once belied by souls already cold
You laugh long and easily in place of doubts and fear
my worry only complicates the things your eyes see clear
I held you once and dreamt of all the thoughts I'd help you see
I take my comfort knowing that the student has been me
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
love bites,
love hurts,
love fools,
love deceives..
love *****
love disappoints,
love betrays,
love complicates..
love breaks,
love ignores,
love kills,
love destroys..
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Upon entering the vast crystal dome
we venture through the endless
that such vile creatures call home.
Before me, occurring a ghastly sight
of those cursed to these depths
are confined to the blackest night.
Embedded into the surrounding walls,
irregularity complicates the network
when one wanders the immortal halls
of a timeless place that captures its victims
to intensify the thoughts inside their head,
eluding the state of true mortem.
With heavy rope held agonizingly tense
woven within their eyes and mouth
blocking all intellection of the sense,
the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore
nervous and cautious of their movements,
bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor.
I question my Lover out of curiosity:
“Why must these souls dwell in a daunting
labyrinth without physical perceptivity?”
And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only,
Greed is a moral infection of the human mind,
be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.”
He then turned, and I followed him through
up to a Beast whom I would not dare test
for he validates the lack of your virtues.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
My best friend has grown up on me
She's a mom and a beautiful person outside and inside
I remember we dated kissed it could've been much more
We have so much love and respect got one another a relationship just complicates things
She attracted to me when I'm seeing someone
I'm noble to her if the girl don't get along with her the girl has got to go
I remember one night we hung together and my ex was there ******* us together ruining the night
These two could not get along even if I wasn't in the picture.
So to make my ex leave or **** her off my friend plants a juicy kiss on my mouth a mild make out session.
Next moment we notice the ex is gone
We have had many good times together
We don't live close but do keep in contact with one another
Much love and respect for one another
I'm a couple if years older but age doesn't matter
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
Life is apparent
If you want it to be
Life is simple if you
Make it out to be
Life is easy if you
Allow it to be
You just have to
Live life a little
With a little more
Simplicity
Letting go of
Every thing that
Complicates life
Letting go of
Every thing that
Holds you down
And holds you
In place in the world
Letting go of ever thing
That doesn't make you
Happy or brings you joy
Letting go of every thing
That makes you feel
Like you are stuck in the
World or makes you feel
Like you can't do any better
Or complicates your life
Any more than it has to
Living more simply
Is very apparent
Its very easy once you
Know how to let go
Of every thing
That makes life
Complicated
To begin with.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
I was asked what the rain meant to me
I wasn’t sure quite how to answer
The rain means everything to me
The storm itself is a personification of life
It has a melody, a harmony, a bass line
It holds onto memories of the past
The sheet of water covering the earth
Has a second job of hiding the truth
While, despite this, everything is utterly clear
It allows us to indulge in our minds
The storm itself lets us lose control
Of our minds and instructs us to alter,
And see through another pair of eyes
In this moment, what can we fear?
In this moment, what can we know?
Fear of the unknown, fear of disaster
Fear of finding ourselves
This complicates things, makes us go mad
And so our frustration comes into play
We obsess and analyze every step
Until finally we succumb to anger
Everything stops us from going further
Our own minds have forced our control
But somehow, we take comfort in this
And as the storm calms
And as the clouds fade
Things seem to make sense
Once again, things were how they were
Where the sun continues to shine
And the moon appears in the night
Where life is so much easier
Than during that awful storm
May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 1:49 AM UTC
The nurses run a palindrome,
Encased in my own phrase unknown,
Prefixed albeit in the womb,
Transfixed from crucifix to tomb,
Bruising ears with wounding tongue,
Rousing tears with printed plunge,
Into maddening discourse of course,
Twisting turns to twisted source,
Watery words erode the mind,
Spilling from recesses long mine,
Explosions of thoughts buried in bone,
Devotion to that and to that alone,
Things thought so simple and done so nearly,
What seems so clear is not so, clearly,
Here and yet not here at all,
Miracle of the medicinal lyrical,
Vestige a silhouette of sense,
Simplicity complicated dense,
Lost in a forgotten forest of complicates,
****** in delusional dictation so delicate,
Created a copy Cheshire Cat all the while,
Led into Wonderland mile by smile,
Confuse and felicitate all my many meanings,
Intrude and confiscate that being,
Into cognitive conjunction uncoordinated sink,
For you to finally think to think
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
White clouds simplify existence
Overviewing people from those clouds complicates it.
Living life well is hard to do
When you don't know what it can mean to do it.
Counting stars splinter in the sky,
Confirming that the universe will never vanish
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
The one who complicates.
The one who hangs you out to dry.
Guard yourself.
Look away.
Abuse something or someone.
Seizures from normalcy,
Nervous skin picking,
Makes one wonder
if you'd stay for anybody.
Makes one wonder if you too drown,
Or wake up late night,
Cold from sweat,
Hot from the soul,
Hoping to be found.
Victims only think of themselves.
White light in a dark tunnel
He looks away
Under the guise
that its someone else's fault
that he can't see it.
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC