"conformation" poems
Gripping dripping smearing love.
Over your eyes!!!
Over your ovaries, where babies, your clutch.
There's no time to nest,
Resist!
Resist
,
be the diode, resistor to heart plunge.
Plug up the sewer.
(more like a catacomb)
My heart's in the ****** cake.
The smell, Cytotoxic invades chemical response conformation.
We; bitten, by fangs of silicon,
the world takes us away from ivy
grown homes,
torn then seamed up jack o' lanterns always smiling orange.
Have you ever grown up from being 11?
It's the saddest thing you've seen.
You see a fledgling,
altricial,
awkward,
gawk/cock,
turn from a boy
to a lady.
Plump. Or . Musculate.
Slowly they regenerate their lady parts.
Regardless of gender.
Have you seen them bleed?
Some bleed white tears that burn the urethra.
Some, never grow up.
Transmogrified they call it.
Never to be beautiful again.
Angst entangles, ensues, makes doubt
pubescence is for flowers and hairs.
Namesake.
5th Grade.
Curious formation, curious nature
It's as if we are stalagmites of the future,
We decorate walls or cave ceilings to perform our correct action.
Too bad our self image is always garbled, confused by our refraction.
NEVER GRADUATE COLLEGE.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
dysfunctional feelings
"I love you too"
exactly my point,
influenced by conformation.
direct deposit
overdrawn enthusiasm
settles my broken heart
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
**It was like a
nuclear explosion
the day vision
caught fire,
atoms were fusing
and reverberating
titillated skies were
in accordance,
the force of power
by which poetry
is reckoned,
eyes full of mist
heart ground to grist
at least 1000 lonely
teardrops kissed
mind overflowing
with notions impossible
then it occurred to me,
words are unstoppable -
irrepressible as
hot steam locomotives
and star combustion,
waging a crusade 'pon
fire breathing dragons
'tween undulating cloudbursts
of empyrean's ' stardust
amidst the conformation
of an unrestrained utopia**
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
who are these strangers
clad in the uniform
of consumerism
conformation into the church
of the holy dollar
fables about legendary bread winners
but they never say
if they were happy
if they died alone
like everybody else
they think it makes them immortal
but they make it immortal
the strange belief
that we can assign
numerical values to life
I wonder how
they can be my brothers
and my sisters
when we are so different
but people are people
always have been
and always will be
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
She spun a scarf to hide her shamed head
from a silken thread of equivocations
that led her lovers into walls.
She ate from a spoon of clay and earth,
saturated by her tongue
mud in the depths of her bleeding throat
and the towns people said
'May her mendacity lead her into hell's bastille,
may her sins bury her before the breath leaves her lungs.'
and she was silent.
While her judgment day had arrived
and she marched on quietly towards the grave
of the rogue,
I felt her eyes catch mine in the crowd
and I tasted the humanity,
I smelled the anguish.
Sentenced to death by the thirsty fingers
of an un-dead society,
feeding on the remainders of true, unyielding life.
She walked on towards the land of slumber,
a conscious antithesis
of justice.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Lest your words
Die unheard
In the silence of your fears,
As your pulse races
To the trending beat of conformation
Lest the genesis
Of a revolution
Elude yet another generation,
Then another
Unmute the doctrine
Of truth
From your sealed
Cowardly lips
Undress the dinosaurs
Of bigotry and hate
With your lyrical whip
Of accountability
Let them squirm
Like maggots
Gorging on their own rotting bones
Until they are one
With the earth's crust
Like triceratops
And sterlingosaurus...
~ P
(#FromMySealedCowadlyLips)
05/29/2014
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Making hay while the sun’s a’shinin’
Stealin’ cake while the others are dinin’
Feeling the pull to peep through the wool
Or was it the sheep through which the lies seep ?
The chaotic bleat that flows beneath the feet
And arises up the spine like cavitations mal- divine.
Emitting up and out a sound hole plucking strings in our throat
Unconscious aural conformation
Till one living sweater-shrub ceases to bleat out of consternation
Something has changed, as things sometimes do.
Something is different, something is new.
Random, spontaneous, serendipitous growth
Unexpected uninvited, unrequited hope
Once begged for freedom from oppressive tyranny of choice
Now beg for shackles through curdled cackles to get back the voice
Till beg no more, upright from all for
Decision passed from hooves to hand
From grazing grass to breeding land
To breed ideas, but not new race
To evolve, revolve, revolt with grace
But still a sheep, not more no less.
Did not run, did not egress
The sheep that ceased to bleat and began to speak.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 9:15 AM UTC
The Lord is my shepherd he knows what I want
Because I ask him every morning and I ask him every night
He knows I don’t ask for too much and he gives it all in return
After I receive and see the conformation, it’s once again my turn
To prove I can be humble and to prove I can still be one of his chosen one's
Blessing me with a sacred gift, a special one I can never abuse, and the best is,
He lets me filter out the burning rays so I can see right through the sun
Exposing to me a tiny hole in the sky and a bright light flickering on the other side
Many a time my hair stands on its end and I can feel it from head to toe
A light bulb it is for I was told giving fuzzy felling’s it’s all warm when it starts to glow
A mere child I once used to be, watch what it is next now that it is to become of thee
Given me chances I know the risk that is at hand setting up to be a failure is not my plan
There is nothing that I cannot do because I follow all my dreams
and all my visions like they are a perfect blue print plan that has been layed out before me.
(SirCARSr 6-03-13)
Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
My favorite dreams are those that are
Possible,
Yet so unlikely to ever happen.
Dreams can be a random mix of brain
Processing,
But sometimes truth is evident in dreams,
Only detected by God and the dreamer.
Holding hands for comfort,
Even in dreams,
Hands give strength and support,
As well as conformation of love.
I hope my "happily ever after"
Involves me holding hands for ever and ever,
With prince charming,
The man of my dreams.
I know he is out there:
I dreamt of him.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
There were days where I'd crawled miles on hands and knees.
Every agonizing inch with only thoughts of finally resting at your side.
There were weeks where I'd close my eyes,
because the damage around me was to horrifying to witness.
My vision blurred from bleary kisses.
The caress of a backhanded comment.
There were months, and months where I held my words at bay;
keeping all my worries and doubts inside my mouth.
A devastating storm brewing just off shore on the tip of my tongue.
There were years where I would cry, begging for some sort of validity.
A single conformation from your lips.
I was in fact being heard over my silent screaming.
I tired of this endless journey.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years of yearning.
Dredging through trenches on fire.
This tiresome struggle to inhale a single smokeless breath.
I drag myself on; towards the end and far beyond.
A clear blue sky waiting for my upheaval.
The air clean with a heavenly scent of freedom and home.
Some people are lost in the fire but some are built up within the infernal storm.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
he watched as the sun set
on his daytime nightmare
the air was saturated wet
the frost clung to his hair
he looked at him for conformation
for the journey they were about to take
in this dire situation
a crucial decision he had to make
to travel to the holy land
in search of the philosophers stone
just to hold her in his hands
his sins, he will atone
he journeyed far and wide
for the secret to the power
and came back from the divide
upon the midnight hour
he knew what he had to do
to obtain just what he seeked
he slashed the villages throat
and drew mystic circles with their blood
the stone he did obtain that day
was wrote in stone and mud
he defied the laws of god and nature
in a single rash attempt
but the laws of god are tall in stature
his friend was gone, him full of contempt
before him was a mound of flesh
devoid of human soul
he lay there in his filth and blood
contemplating the just of god
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
As we jirate to the melodies of truth and deceit
Every minute of our days we choose who we are going to be
Its no secret what we think
Whats wrong or right
Or anywhere in-between, our actions confirm our binaries
And show our true beliefs
Through action, what we can see
For if you really care you’d put your neck out there
Otherwise you pretend not to care
For silence is conformation
That you not only understand the world
But approve of it
“it doesn’t affect me, so who am I to say how it should be?”
Is a cop out to avoid responsibility
For once you know you have the power to change
But we’re so comfortable nowadays we don’t engage
With the politics
Each other
Controversy
Unless it’s at the **** of a joke
Or said in conversations with friends who will forget of what we spoke
Its sad to know that people will suffer much more of our inaction
Than actual ignorance
Because our voices are significant
But we’re been soothed into complacency
Not necessarily lazy, but the fellow man or women doesn’t mean a thing
Unless of course it directly affects us
And really the amount of people who genuinely care for other human beings
Are seen as naïve or some special kind of being
Either way they’re seen as a kind of minority
But all I’ve ended up doing is preach
For you already know
Out that other ear like so many times before
But let me hope that a fraction of it sticks
And you leave this world having actually applied your influence
That you leave this room and don’t forget or disregard
That the struggle of any human is the struggle of us all
That you don’t just leave having had meaningful conversations
But that you actually try to solve what we’ve been ignoring for so long
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
A pop quiz for my father.
First, we can start with the most basics.
What is my middle name?
Not the one that was given to me at birth without your input, but the one I gave myself at my conformation you didn't come to.
What are the names of my four best friends that you have never met and whom I have actively kept away from you?
What piercings do I have and where?
I know you have no idea because you haven't seen my face nor spoken to me since Christmas.
Now, let's move on to the more difficult questions.
No father should have any difficulty answering these.
What profession have I lusted after since I was six?
That could be hard for you because that was the same year you walked away from us.
What am I studying? What is my major?
We've never actually had a conversation about it so I wonder if you will be able to guess it.
What is my birthday?
A basic question for any normal parent, but I wonder if you really know the date because if you do that would make the fact that you didn't acknowledge my 18th birthday hurt even more.
Finally, to the questions I really want answered.
Just do your best and answer honestly.
Was it worth it? Was the alcohol you drowned yourself in worth losing your family?
Why did you insist on no contact for 431 days (I counted) with your children?
Do you regret walking out on us?
Did you ever love us?
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
a slab-less crazing-
mixture of papier-mâché;
conformation of made-less things-
quagmire bracing to break;
lonesome drought-
steer clear of my thirst;
vacuum sealed lungs-
anguish waiting to burst;
-
purified water:
landfilled with kimberlites;
there are spotless skies
reflecting off sunspotted eyes;
purified water:
a laborer letting go;
callouses like dandruff drift-
like welcoming snow
-
a son lost comes home
skies filled - no longer alone;
dead rise again
healed, hopeful, looking
at
him.
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
"Micro-organisms are the most powerful force known to man.
Everything relies on these tiny creatures,
And even us, the giants of the climates-
Are subject to a cold wind of a virus."
-
Micro-
Economica,
Control every activation-
Watch the electronics-
Spawn and stuff,
Primordial goo is gruff.
-
Enough fist-i-cuffs
It's rough.
-
Every expression, hides a smaller organism
Smiling and fizzling.
-
Micro-organisms,
We are controlled every hour.
We are the wretches...
-
Half smiles, packed with germ styles
It's sick.
It's just the way we function- on top of the garbage pile.
-
Grasp for the notion-
Emotion is an ocean
Grasp the notion-
Emotion's in commotion.
-
It's the essence of a penned hand,
Every letter is different,
that forms un-same words.
The chromosomes that form us-
We are entitled to so much corruption.
-
Bold faced lie-
It's agonizing, trying to fight
Having raging black mold
Conformation in cleaning out our insides.
-
But I smile...
My teeth crawling with it,
Everywhere,
Carry as I speak."
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
I was the idiot clown watching the well-suited circus
It was at the 14th tooth whistle that my brain said goodbye
So many words had died and were forced to the front of her mouth
I scanned her face with intrigue
Such formality had caused deep ravines to form around her eyes, her lips
She had signed and surrendered her personality for this job years ago
Perhaps it was the price she paid to be found worthy of listening to
I wondered if she in a small corner of her home loved to turn inside out.
I wondered
Before being interrupted with another ambiguous, impossible question
But I couldn't care, just as her voice couldn't care
The circus was still in session.
Jun 4, 2024
Jun 4, 2024 at 7:28 AM UTC
There is a
TRAIL OF HAPPINESS, and
A PATHWAY LEADING
to
SADNESS ROAD!!!
A JOURNEY OF EMOTIONS
up AHEAD
are
UNTOLD,
on your JOURNEY,
JUST WATCH
as they UNFOLD,
when you
get to them,
just be
COURAGEOUS AND BOLD!!!
These are
JUST TRIALS,
for they
WON'T LAST LONG,
Continue your
JOURNEY and
in
THEM BE STRONG!!!
It is your time,
for a
TRANSFORMATION,
Learn from yourself,
this is your
CONFORMATION,
TIE-A-KNOT and
HANG ON,
The ROADS
WILL BE ROUGH, but
YOU ARE A
🥊 FIGHTER 🥊,
BE STEADFAST,
DETERMINED and TOUGH!!!
Don't let
🚫 NO DETOURS!!! 🚫
TURN YOU AROUND,
PUSH THROUGH
THESE EMOTIONS and
STAND YOUR GROUND!!!,
at the
END OF THIS JOURNEY,
YOU WILL
CERTAINLY KNOW,
You have
CONQUERED AND DEFEATED,
them, and
from
THIS WILL
🌴 GROW 🌴!!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/14/2025
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC
I am afraid of her she is me...she looks at me as if I am of an unknown identity... Clothed in negativity, I look at her in wonder as if we are two entities separated by the ozone like the sun is from the earth.... I am afraid of her she is me...
She suppresses her identity to embrace a reality of the Romans 12 nation, conformation! I try to attack by the renewal of my mind but I am afraid of her...she is me!
I try to escape from the cell I created and as I entered the threshold of freedom I realised...that she is me. I am afraid of who I wanna be but fear who I am she is me!
My existence at war with my creation, like purpose versus pleases, pleasures versus kingdoms... Kingdom... She rules without permission as I am exiled within myself!
I am afraid of her....she is me!
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
*Process the transformation
Rooted deep within
your souls conformation
Your heart is the beacon
The soul your core
Light up the world
and burn all those doors
You've kept shut
for far too long
Open the windows
Release your light
You are strong
You are love
You are full of might
Just be
Release your light,
cast it upon everything
With all the strength
you hold inside
© 2013 Christina Jackson*
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Sometimes you come in contact with a rarity,
A person.
A person who you know is genuinely good.
There is no single feature that points out their goodness.
No deep look in the eyes,
No single way that their hair falls.
You just take in the whole of a certain person and know that they are good.
Talking to this rarity is only a conformation of what you already know:
This person is good.
This person is special,
and you'll remember them forever.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
The blanket we were using had stars on it, while we were lost in the sky.
Made us feel like we were floating in abyss.
We were so distant from the world, but we were so connected as one.
Vibrant wires, electric relaxation.
Passionate, connected lips for conformation.
It felt real.
Even though we both don't know what that word really means.
Kind of like how we don't know what the world really means.
But at that moment, everything make sense.
At that moment was a glimpse of heaven.
Our eyes open and we came back to life.
Which I guess we call reality.
So I guess that "Real" was futile.
So I guess that all of this is futile.
Should we appreciate that nothingness?
Or hate the fact that there is something real out there?
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Looking at my life in my in observation
I was overcome with Frustration
Because of my circumstances and situation.
The present person of relation
had led believe that my trails and tribulations had made put me in a current state of vegetation.
As he slowly tried to Control my life by his evil plot of **********
The more I tried to make an alteration
The more I tend to get into another altercation.
Lord Ive tried to be patience.
But this thing Im struggliing with has changed my spiritual location.
Giving in to temptation is the validation of where lies your process of transformation.
Because The biblical truth says no condemnation.
Living the Word is my job, my occupation.
So Now Im Guilty just by accsociation
In the world, I lost my identification.
From the human naked eye Im looking at my outter appearance Asking myself, "Really, Whom Am I?"
Am I a dove that gracfully flies so high in sky?
Immediately, I take a deep breath in and begun sigh.
Simultaneously I then break down and begun to cry
After being exposed to so many venomous and poisonous things makes me just wanna die.
So Next I ask God the famous question, "Lord Why?"
Just Then, in my mind, I hear a small still voice reply,
"If only you could see who you are Thru the Image of Gods view
You would be a completely different person as if you were a creature that was made brand new.
Seeing things thru Gods Perception
Changes the image of your own conception.
You see a Reflection of Impefection
He sees an abundance of love wrapped in blessings.
As you stare at yourself passing Judgement
He stares at you for you are a work of art I call Triumphant."
Lastly, He wishpers "Child you are a gift that is heaven sent.
No longer do I feel abandonment.
I have much appreciation for God allowing me to go thru this so I can understand the true meaning of humiliation.
This Quiet conversation is the conformation that in The heavenly Father is where I find my identification.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
How dare u use my low self esteem to block my vocabulary.
How dare you use my religion to judge me.
How dare you use my past to constrain my movement.
How dare you tell me that I will not amount to an ounce.
How dare you think that I need your validation.
How dare you blind me and all I can see is darkness.
How dare you limit my abilities.
How dare you let my ego take the best of me.
How dare me for listening to you
How dare you think that I need your approval or your conformation.
how dare I ?
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
Our world is corrupt
U and I know it to be true
Rebels of conformation we are
With our minds our own
Only we understand being one
Ruined to most by the 'elite'
Letting yourself show is frowned upon
Doing you matters in our world
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I live among prying peers
Telling me which way to steer
They’re all I can hear
So to garner cheers
In their direction I veer
I thought if I stayed still
They wouldn’t see me
So I took a pill
So I could be me
But that didn’t free me
Once I was needing
Constant feeding
So I join civilization
And see their indications
Pointing towards temptations
To provide societal placation
They send me
To the trendy
Intending
To amend me
The conformity
Is informing me
Changing horribly
To what I see normally
My confirmation of conformation
Is in observations of obfuscation
In this iteration of integration
Where I conform for calibration
I’m willing to be wrong
To belong
Can I be strong
Singing another’s song?
I want to fit in
So I sit in
Places I’m whipped in
Hatred I’m dipped in
In a crazed conniption
I’ve had a painful life
Under their knife
Giving me strife
To make me right
In their light
Consumed by conformity
Society absorbing me
Changing enormously
To the form I see
I hate what I’ve become
At their behest
So I load my gun
And join the rest
I’ve become an automaton
Building atomic bombs
To drop on the calm
Who don’t sing my song
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC