"comprimise" poems
Never what you wanted
Always in the way
Your words so haunted
By abuse and pain
Tainted with knives
The scars still stain
Weak and rejected
Limpness of a soul
Demolished and confused
Torture so cruel
Like a light in a fire
You spread through my heart
You created a monster
One forever dark
Determination through hate
No one more to despise
These demons eyes
No comprimise
Now it shall be done
Nothing left to be said
I'll paint your life red
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
I am starting to grow soft,
sentimental and romantic.
But I think God put you here by me
for a reason.
I know I don't have to settle,
comprimise,
or overlook.
You are showing me what a true man is.
Thank you.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
you paint a picture with words
speaking out just to be heard
you think yout fooling me but i've known all along
your everything you say you are
except one thing
strong
your weakness shows as you string me along
i try to believe you
but deep insidee i know you are wrong
wrong about being right
yeah its a complexed contradiction
but what else should i expect
with someone that mixes fantasy with nonfiction
so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time you crumble and fall
and amidst your broke shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed
dwelling in broken memories
your drown in your thoughts
tangeled up in emotion
afriad to admit your caught
like a spider you spin your web
parallel to the cycle spinning in your head
on your worn out path you continue to tread
i dont even know what it means to be
without you
because your always haunting me
taunting me
drawing me into your cycle
its time i break free
so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time you crumble and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed
turn over a new leaf
dont look back
or stop in your tracks
determine myths from facts
begin to act
like the adult you are coming to be
look from an outer perspective
begin to see
clearly now
come to think about it
i dont know how
i believed in your self doubt
so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time your shatter and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed
come to peace at last
and realize
that despise
isnt a comprimise
when it comes to fate
and that hate
isnt the only way to demonstrate
your emotion
lifes as vast as the ocean
and always in motion
changing with the tide
so swallow your pride
learn how to recognize
a blessing in disguise
end where endings end
after that
begin
know yourself deep within
submerge to the surface of conciousness
and listen
to the voice within
yeah thats really livin
so mirror mirror on the wall
its about time your shatter and fall
and amidst your broken shards of glass
come to realize the past has passed
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
A few lines of words for you
because i think it's overdue
cant you just see what is true?
do you ever think things through?
everyone has their own mind
forget what you know and unwind
get in touch with what makes you blind
here you will find your own sign
i cannot see the way that you see
just because you say it should be
**** the act and be set free
let new things in and do not flee
more things will come to those who seek
never disguise words when you speak
only a closed mind is for the weak
protecting themselves with tongue in cheek
quit using fantasy to shield your eyes
regrets will come to those who despise
settle in to a new way, reach new highs
to win is to live a life of comprimise
understanding can go such a long way
verbal acceptance will start a new day
with a closed mind, the same thoughts stay
xanadu in your mind can surely pay
you just have open up and you will change
zen can come along with all that's strange
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
I woke up to find a bruised sky
and took apart a vicious lie
haven't I asked this question
one thousand times?
You look as if you saw a ghost
Pale faced woman who swore it true
tangled in her own petard
unaware of the smile on her face
Lackluster in the hollow light
stream undisturbed in your empty hall
you alone know he truth
that is locked behind soft lips
what can be found
behind stale eyes
what comprimise can be made?
mother confronted inside
a prism, the colors for lies
you were spilled across the floor
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 3:34 PM UTC
Water to ice
Coals to fire
It goes from one
Straight to the other
One gets colder
The other hotter
As soon as it hits
The temperate range
Its like us
At first crazy hot
Then with no warning
Goes straight to ice
We get into fights
We settle our squalls
I always give in
You never relent
Your like the ice
Cold and unchanging
I'm like fire
always glowing hot
Why we cant comprimise
I'll never understand
We just keep fighting
And never let up
There is no comprimise
for the soul of discontent
the fighting continues
Week after week
I try not to let
It affect other parts
But its not just one
But a whole with you
I cant figure it out
It never stays the same
Its always something
Not ever nothing
So I have to decide
I have to choose
Its you or myself
Because this is a zoo
It ***** beyond compare
so at this I will hault
I just cant keep hiding
the pain from your eyes.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
Flicker, flicker
Your envious, green emerald flame
Flick her, flick her
Away and erase her painful name
Flick a, flick a
Page and any evidence of blame
Turner, Turner
Iridescent emotion full skys
Turn her, turn her
Into any hideous disguise
Turn a, turn a
Corner to a cul-de-sac of comprimise
Flicker , flicker
Green flame burns up your history
Flick her, flick her
Escape from her laboratory
Flick a, flick a
Torch to lead yourself from this purgatory
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC
so be it , i'll let you go
your comprimise is all the rage
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
I am an island
I am the stone.
I am Man ...
Machismo I stand alone.....
I buffet the storm...
My morals and etiquette
Are acceptable
I am not in depravity.....
I can not be swayed by my iniquities
U have free will
I will not be moved
I will not comprimise
..or give in too
What goes against my beliefs
My resolve is tough..
And I'm American....
I will do nothing
I don't wan to ....
.......
...unless you pay me enough too
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 3:16 PM UTC
A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn:
Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek.
Infatuation to the greatest degree
because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed.
Sun would share the sky with stars,
a liminal space split in half.
The ultimate comprimise for exisiting.
When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare?
or is this the price?
Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them?
because if so,
I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn,
I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them,
forever casting shadows.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
Her hands melted right into mine
The perfect fit, one of a kind
I was gifted the words in which to speak
The flavored sentences to make her weak
Too perfect to exist, God had made her
Lust had consumed me, Satan her sender
But lust had to be my least worry
When my heart departed in a hurry
It leaped right into her sweet soft eyes
Without any warrant or comprimise
When the hell will I come to realize
My heart wishes for my own demise
But yet another chance I give, to my own
Surprise
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC