"complying" poems
vices binding my soul; ever complying
perfect obedience; never denying
i'm silent no matter how terrifying
i'm on the verge of tears but never crying
my lungs only produce a quiet sighing
i'm screaming final breaths but never dying
and all the while my pain's intensifying
my wings fledged and outstretched but never flying
i try to speak but there's no point replying
i'm done with all your endless justifying
you could've changed, but you're just never trying
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 7:46 PM UTC
let me explore with great length
the cliffs overhanging peril in my mind;
bluffs that overlook a sea
of fear and self-consciousness.
let me not stay here in wretched form,
complying with rules made by them.
them the people who mock my self-worth;
them the people who wallow in my loathing.
let me conquer this world unknown
and explore the cracks & crevices of my mind.
even I know not what lays there, in darkness;
even I know not what I am or why,
or how, or even for how long.
I yearn for knowledge or maybe the absence of.
I fear the vices that consume me each night.
need I these vices always?
need I these vices every night forever?
I am afraid to know the answer.
despair is nothing in the face of truth.
help me get there;
help me be not afraid in the face of peril.
i will walk to the edge of that cliff and fall,
but what happens next, I do not know.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Unfelt unheard, unseen,
I've left my little queen,
Her languid arms in silver slumber lying:
Ah! through their nestling touch,
Who---who could tell how much
There is for madness---cruel, or complying?
Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist!---they speak,
In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds:
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear,
How "Love doth know no fulness, nor no bounds."
True!---tender monitors!
I bend unto your laws:
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
For all the blushing of the hasty morn.
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listening as the
sea hears the
moon and sun
cascading flow or
pulling away
melded in
********
tortured ecstasy
creating
a thousand words
for every birds
eye view
my body giving in
to
my mind
my soul somewhere
in-between
silent worlds
of unseen eyes and inward probing
these neurotic bodies
swaying visceral waters
deeper currents not
complying as yet in
this cosmic
****** of
light & darkness matter & void
affecting only the surface
pulling back
only waves
pushing them back
to the ever-changing
shoreline
when affecting
only the surface
it appears to
be dull monotony
at the beck and call of the
moon's every whim...
oh
and other orbs play
their part with her
but infinitely deeper
dramatic ebb and
flow
cannot be witnessed
by the seagull's gaze
the thoughts of the soul
are faint or nil
in the patterns of
vision-mind
our bodies
listening to this galactic
dialogue seethe
in stagnant waters
when the mind like the
moon is all she
hears
or whatever brings
in a stronger
signal
we have taken her away
kept her estranged as
mutated cells eating away
conformed to the
image of an empty shell
of a neutral network
caught in a degenerative loop
a dense
gravitational pull slowly
leading her along
into the vortex of the
absence of light
yet something our minds
cannot understand as
yet is developing
out of sight-mind after
the imploding of her
beautiful
mass
after
the burning-out of
countless worlds
beyond
even the furthest reach
of the poetic
eye
a genesis beyond eden
attempting with
greater resolve to
orchestrate the divine
purpose of the
primeval garden
rearranged
and tuned to higher
******** harmony
the new
birth of soul leading
body & mind
her voice
being the gravitational orb
swaying visceral
waters and deeper currents
complying this
time around.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC
You are all hollow bodies with vacant minds
I sadly continue to waste my time
Ignoring my instincts, complying with you
Such a fool I am to disregard the obvious truth
You’re all designed for social situations, never obligations
Engineered for leisure, whatever is easier
Too blinded by toxins, too apathetic towards authority
You are the majority of this dispersing minority
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
This poem was written in response to the senseless slaying of Kayla Chapman, a local convenience store clerk in Kelso WA who was brutally gunned down after complying with robbers requests for money and cigarettes. She was such a neat person.
A slight streak of purple,
A smile like a flower,
A warm friendly voice, In a late midnight hour,
You added so much, to our own little hood,
You brightened our nights, and made us feel good.
Now you're not here, I cannot believe,
Your bright light's been stolen,
For that we all grieve.
We won't let this stop,
We won't let this rest,
Till all those responsible, are put to the test.
Your life wasn't meaningless,
Your life was so dear,
A smile on a dark night, A welcoming ear.
I give you this poem
, from my heart, through my tears,
I'll never forget you Through all of the years.
God bless you Kayla Chapman, you touched my heart
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Harmonic strums of an old guitar
Endless interpretation nights
My Darling, My Darling, looming far
Flashbacks; reminiscent timely old sights
Darling, darling, may you sing along?
Sadly, just the the same old song
the gloomy melody heard much before
the same expression you once wore
A past buried deep underground
Trained fiercely not to make a sound
But Darling, darling, those cuts are much deeper
Than my broken wings, or your shattered mirror
So here I am, trying to kneel
Pretending as if you can’t feel
Continue lurking in our past mistakes
Darling, darling, how long will it take?
So I'll keep pretending and apprehending, my emotions that “don’t exist”
While you keep lying, I’m complying, dragging my feet in this supossable “bliss”
So please, this once, just grant me my release
Darling, darling, return me my peace
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC
Today: A Paperclip
Continuously and seamlessly complementing and complying with myself
Bending solely to hold something foreign as whole
With a surety of security
And right angled refine
Unless the load is too much or too smooth or not right
And in leaning the lines some part
Or some whole
Sideways makes escape
From skewed hold
Shiny soundness
Will surely soften
And the Paperclip appeal will reveal
To be as paper thick as any
Continuous and seamless
Paperclip in a Paperclip ***
Maybe tomorrow warrants
The hopeful and overly capable Staple.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
I was suprised to see Robin
appear at the onset of dawn.
Looked on at my withdrawn self,
tucked on my shelf,
whereupon I return his look.
With his wings, he made a gesture
pointing out, out and beyond to
fields in a vesture of green.
Never I had I seen such pastal pastures,
nor known them to be so near.
Robin started to sing
of spontaneous adventure,
away from my miscellaneous thoughts.
Extraneous in nature for they did discouraged
this possible venture.
In an act of defiance,
I went to move, and felt a strain
tightening around my brain.
Denying the laws of science,
the frightening shackels restraining me
and my plumed heart from taking flight.
I struggled against the chain, I wiggled until bruised
and blood and sweat covered my skin.
The sticky heat of desperation consumes me,
wishing someone smuggled the key in
and remove these chaotic chains.
"I can't move," I cried to Robin,
expecting him to disapprove.
"I'm not like you. I can't just go and do what I want,
it doesn't work like that."
Even though I wanted to go.
My soul longs for it, to be like the Robin
where its only goal is to go
faraway like a bird of prey, flying high
complying to no one, just like Maslow wanted.
The reclamation of self-realization.
Robin did not reply.
Robin did not leave.
Nor did he grieve for me.
He simply waited.
This wasn't a rue.
He was glued to me and thus
Proving the legends true; of how
he got the mark of Christ's blood upon himself.
For he waited in hope
'til the day when I can cleave the chains
and he'll supply the rope
and reeve the opening of my escape.
But that day is not today.
Today's untimely end neared
with the threat of an upset sunset,
warning Robin that he must retreat
to avoid being a prisioner of the dark.
Yet, before he left, he nodded,
as if tell me not to fret.
For he will be back at sunrise
His wise eyes conformed
him to be sans falseness.
And I prayed to empty skies that I was right.
From my spot, I watch Robin's flight,
as night fell with gravity, pushing the sun down
and for a split second it turned to a green jewel.
I smiled like fool at Joule's "last glimpse"
feeling the chains, ever so slightly, loosen.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
the day is done
gone!
the day is gone!
(we are liars.....s0?????)
the day has expired
children suffer
oh oh oh
only anti-american "liberals"
care
-----
i aint one a those
no!
no!!
no!!
no..no...no!!!!!
--
i kiss yer ***
HOMELAND SECURITY!
i kiss yer ***
HOMELAND SECURITY!!
obama or bin laden
george bush or clinton!!!
HAIL....ISRAEL!!!!
i kiss yer ***
---
the way is
..."to be lost"
we are complying
the way is
...."to be lost"
pleasant death
simple dying
we are complying
we are complying!
THANK YOU
BIG GOVEY-MINT!!!!!
...
...
little child growing
little child singing
little child growing
little child singing
OVER THERE!
SOMEWHERE!!
beyond yer
..................
...
............
pretended.............................IGNORANCE!
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 10:52 AM UTC
In a world full of deadlines and assignments,
I often wonder if I am getting credit for my life.
Did I pass the exam because I didn't want to die today?
Am I succeeding for inhabiting a level state of consciousness?
Will I be penalized for the fatigue or the anxious habits,
The inevitable compulsions?
Do they see below my skin where the turmoil lays?
Are my bones enough to hold me up under the weight
Of my perfectionism and pressure for success?
Am I too slow or different in a world that demands I exist in a system?
Am I enough in the course of Planet Earth?
Is who I am what they want,
And does it matter?
Is there extra credit for taking a shower and complying with medication?
Professor, did I achieve an A?
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
I'm still trying and crying
Feeling like I'm dying
Stop lying,
I'm not buying
I'm not relying on what your supplying
Keep denying what your implying
All this prying and spying
Leaves me sighing
I'm no longer complying
No more trying
I'm done crying
Your going down,
make you drown
Lose the frown,
talk of the town
Drop the crown
Actin like a clown,
showdown
Got pushed down,
shot down
Put down,
knocked down
Left laying on the ground
But I'm coming around
In preclusion to the confusion
I've come to a conclusion
I'm not losin this illusion
Tired of your aggression
I'm left in seclusion
It's a transition,
a new resolution
It's not confusin
I'm winning this aggravation
Just
Some
Food
For
Thought
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
A congenial aura
elated trekking
Intoning treasured verse
attention beckoning
Diligence provided
continual checking
Confirming with gauges
complying with code
Merged flawlessly towards
turnpike- cautious mode
Along breezed a rig
with a copious load
Heedless of rush hour
he rumbled on by
Remained in his route
to switch didn't try
Hurled on the brakes
swerved- she let out a cry
The fish tail and slide
left black in its track
Furled over in excess
too dazed for fact
Copper tang on lips
beginning to act
Sinew taut
cerebral flailing
Knuckles clenched
composure failing
Ticker raging
pent up wailing
Red and blue strobes
redundant sound
Screeching and wrenching
the pros abound
Flame vaulting acrid scent
soot around
One outstretched mitt
cloudy hood right behind
Echoing directives
"you will be fine"
Such screaming
not even sure if it's mine
Hours? Minutes?
seconds ticking away
WHOOOMF!!!
explosion that seized it today
Claimed these lives
on the earth they did lay
What's happening?
ascending brilliant light
Are eyes sealed exposed
perceiving what's right?
Sense soaring heavenward
a tranquil flight
Radiance entices
no need to resist
While buoyant wafting
in a cool opaque mist
At last home free
beseeching those that I missed
Brushed against His Grace
her brows lightly been kissed
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
The laws of average ironically most follow this/
the old adage/
the mundane norm regular basic/ conform original most are not/they're just tracing out line to a knot/
complying to a form I'm not
well done be in rare form/
I need a piece of peace belief/transform scorn to scorching
with out endorsement
become unique/
the laws of average face it
most chase this/
in tune with the masses
fallowing the stringed carrot/
a bunch of jack assess/
when you have the capability to grab it/
become a savage
for your goals instead it's tragic/
you break every other law except the law of average/
why?
you wanna be cool?/
susceptible to the oooo's/
out here making a spectacle for whom?/
Confused skeptical to who/
we choose
to love but we hate
Consumed/
so we follow
innate
Is not what we do/
Relate? I didn't think so
Dammit I've had it/
Not for the faint of heart
This is a state of art
An escape artist
To escape the madness/
Everyone else is doing it
So I'm asking/
In this state of passion/
do you still want to
follow the laws of average?
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Frustration
Revelation
Desperation
no Elation,
compounded by
the heavy
Situation...at hand.
Pride
Implied
Simplified
Justified,
truth set
Aside...consolation banned.
Spying
Prying
Dying,
no Edifying,
Defying, while I,
Complying
Intensifying;
some day...must take a stand.
Condescend
Pretend
Offend
Contend,
then a friend to
Comprehend
I Transcend,
lividity's End,
peace will
Ascend...new life to expand.
~ Conclusion ~
Transformation
Purified
Satisfying,
lessons acquired
and generously
Penned.
-by Mercurychyld
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
The World Will Not Be Pleased
(Poem by Serenus)
I can’t please everybody
That’s the bottom line
I tried to fit their mold for me
And I failed every time
I made myself the “nice guy”
Reliable…Mr. Dependable
Now I realize- to most of them
I was just expendable
Disposable, unnoticeable
Until they needed something from me
I was so approachable
Now I’m uncontrollable
Because they can’t get what they need
A change was bound to come
And it was very clear to see
Let me reintroduce myself
This is the brand new me…
Oh you don't like it?
You know that you are
Free too leave...
because no matter what i do
…The world will not be pleased
I can’t make everyone happy
And yes I’m done with trying
I realize it will be the death of me
If I continue complying
Ask me to jump
And I’ll never again say “how high?”
Id share with you my water
In the heat of a desert
But you would just drain me dry
Love me for who I am
I refuse to beg and plead
Id rather die standing up
Than live forever on my knees
I love the word “No”
I can now say it with such ease
Something so simple
Has absolutely set me free…
I could care less
If you don't like me
Your hate will not be appeased
because no matter how
"Perfect" i try to be
…The world will not be pleased
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC
We created a world of false accusation
Love soon became only partial remission
You took my freewill, as well as my vision
In return I gave my utmost provision
Of hasty provocation
And less than mindful incision
Into your every thought, and each passing decision
I often sat down, but for once I had risen
Asked, "Why are we crawling on the floors of this prison?"
Could not stand one more night under your supervision
There was no longer room for revise and revision
And life doesn't offer any hefty commission
For complying to someone - always asking permission
Our twisted sheets became more like a distasteful collision
Fingers tense as they ached for division
While nails dug deep with careful precision
Yes, sometimes we held hands
And sometimes we held our tongues
Gone quiet with desperate premonition
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
We're one for now, for now we're holy
for feelings like these cannot come but from glory
from god's little minions that selfishly imprison
that nectar of life, that sweet, thick Ambrosia.
Open your eyes lover, open your eyes to this rapture
life as we know it ends with the moon's departure,
we're no longer one, our Ambrosia's been captured
we're mortal again, we're subject to day.
Beg for it, darling, pray for it with me darling
let god hear our voices, let him see us complying
with the pain that is life, with the pain that means lying
far from you one whole day, far from you and your smiling.
Scream for it darling, and fight for it darling,
don't let the clocks win, they're nothing but frightening
the time it shall pass, and it passes regardless
of how many clocks god's minions might send.
Come quick darling, the sun has been hiding
it is our chance to go on and steal from that chalice,
to drink from each other, unlock from each other
that sweet thick Ambrosia reserved to the lovers.
Can you feel it darling, can you hear it darling?
the key to our Eden the key to our heaven
the key that is kept the key that is wanted
the key that unlocks everything to be granted
the key that allows life to be worth it
the key to Ambrosia is reserved to those holy
And I shall be ****** if our love isn't worthy.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Daunting voice, you possess
Dressed the ghost in pasty bed sheets
Bleeding lips, livid soul
I must get out; I mustn't feel like this
Clouds of grey infection
Cough echoed hallways
As ripe as a golden apple
That rests in the palm of your hand
Shrieking imagery, but
Always safely hidden
400 thread count sheets, and
Hands made of silver
The sky is speckled with
Cheap glitter again.
Fingernails stained yellow
Eyes complying with gravity
Alleviate; please be serine, lovely
I almost neglected to recall
Yellow grass between toes;
Fallen trees forming obstacles
Lips on skin
Thighs and torso
Walls and doors
Breeze in windows
“I’m madly in love with you”
…
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love”
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC