"consious" poems
Today in an overweight society,
The type of society that deals anxiety,
Anxiety, anxiety, in this overweight society.
Today in an overweight society,
The type of society where diet pills are a normality,
Normality, Normality in an overweight society.
Today in the eyes of an underweight tragedy,
Influenced so greatly by an overweight society,
Tragedy, Tragedy, in an overweight society.
Influenced by a society of fatty foods,
Fear becoming a more common mood,
The fear of falling into the normality
The normality of this tragedy.
The overweight society.
Influence by obesity.
Striving to be what their minds see,
The minds of the children trapped,
Trapped by this overweight society.
Influenced by the skinny girls on TV
Only followed by ads showing fatty foods society demans you eat
Have a cheeseburger, upgrade to a large fry, yet still look like her, it's pounded in her mind.
Young minds believe what they see.
Morphed into the tragedy of society.
A society where eating disorders strive
A society where an 8 year old can consious you starve themselve to feel pretty.
The definition of pretty based simply on TV
Yet nobody questions this more than imperfect society.
Elementary ages childern being fed fat then forced to stand in front of a mirror.
Put a toy in poison and call it magic.
Oh yes, what a fantasy.
A fantasy forcing you into reality.
The reality becoming your worst nightmare.
The reality of your fears driven by society.
I'm overweight, yet pizza is the best choice for a happy family.
A society where mental illness strives.
Why can't people open their eyes?
Spoon feeding childern poison and expecting them to love themselves.
In school teachers force health into thier minds.
At home, parents feed them poison to save time.
Re-creating, reprogramming their fragile little minds, yet still expecting them to feel fine.
Feeling down?
Have a happy meal, gain a pound.
Overweight?
Shame, shame, you must maintain the image.
The image forced into your mind.
This was our greatest fall.
Upon dieting we call.
Skelington stave me.
Anorexia at it's finest.
Anorexia thin and spineless.
Some call you timeless.
But only recently you made your debute.
Make me feel brand new.
Reprogram my mind.
Make me feel fine.
Thank God for thinsperation.
Oh Anorexia, my new inspiration.
Make me feel pretty.
Just like the skinny girls on TV.
Loosing pounds, one by one.
Still weighed down by a ton.
The weight of pleasing it.
The nightmare society created.
Influenced by what we see.
Finally morphed into the tragedy of the normality of this weight obsessed society.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
I Am The Sunshine
Upon This Land
I Am The Pure Love
Of Woman & Man
Creatures Of Sea
Creature Of Sand
Creatures Obove Trees
I Am Sunshine
Im Feeling The Heat
I Am Sunshine
Love Shining In Me
Through My Eyes
Timeless Sweets
I Am Purity
Healing All That Need
A Calling Of Leap
The Falling Of Leaves
That Tracends To Beauty When
Waters Affection Harvest The Neat
Harvest The Trees
Harvest The Fruits & Vegetables
For All Us To Eat
God Were Sunshine
I Am You & You Are Me
Realms Of Angels
Elves Mermaid Reefs
Purity
Illumniated With A Sphere In Me
Its Clear To See
I'm Near The Sea
Abundance Prosperity
Inside Manifested Through Charity
Expand Consious Clairty
Increase Awarness
Perception Cherry Trees
Beautiful Judgment Free
Free To Be We So Let's Just Breathe
I Love You , You Love Me
Meditation Vibratatin At The Peak Of My Frequency
Elvish Whispers In The Breeze
Angels Untangle The Tangled
I Angle Dreams
The Frequency Of Jesus
Is Needed
Let It Seep Through
You May Not See Him
But He Sees You
Bianry Ritual 3 Help Darknes Nailed
I'm From An Elvish Realm
Where Fairy's Bleed Blue
Its Easy To Relate
Escape The Hate With Aatral Gates
Be True
Be You Sunshine Light Bright
Right Through Ooh
I Feel It In My Soul
From Outer Space
Down My Face Waist & Shoes
Normal Is So Distant
Weird Is JDifferent
& Difrent Is Just So Cool
Sune Shine Amazon Fine
Island Side
Frequency High
Twin Soul Flame Is Feeling My Vibe
Pure Dear Come Here
Feel The Kundalini Rise
Eye To Eye
Hands On Back Of Thighs
Hearts Hugging So Tight
Protected By The Eye
Private Meeting Souls Singing Ocean Side
Stars Cry Body's Weaving Greeting
Gentle Screaming Oh My
Dna Embedded With Electric Healing Rhymes
Were Amazing Gazeing Sunshine
Breathe Release The Beast
No Need To Find
All Is Within So Grin Ya Chin
Your In Ya Win
Sunshine Sunshine Fill My Fins
Swimming Through
Realms Of Elevish Kin
Affection Covers My Skin
I Am Sunshine
Sing It Again
Sunshine
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Heavy eyelids and burned cigarettes,
No sleep
And poison in my veins
Pink lips and sunken eyes these days,
Self consious and bitterly depressed is my state of mind,
Fidgeting fingers and sweat glands,
My nervous outcome,
Love and happiness are things I crave,
But to you, this is all I am.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
What is a Nervous Condition?
A condition that will ingulf your life and control your every single thought. Making you feel usless and self-consious...
My nervous condition is constantly feeling inferior and that I'm worthless and a **** up...
I jus' want to be normal. Buu' these voice refuse to let me be...
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
**Consious Figures Morph Into A **Blur,
By My Tired Eyes
©SydneyVictoria Feb. 12 2013
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
I crave doses of my past lifestyle/life
even though I'm content with the lessons I learnt from it; the cravings still linger.
The way we smoked cigarettes till the brim of the fliter on the roof
and spoke as much ******** as the number of cigarettes in the box allowed us to.
Star gazing as though the night would never end,
Creating dumb scenerios of how the world would end.
Or we'd simply listen to the silence of the night as though it had a deep cryptic secret for us hidden in each sound of nature.
It was as if life beyond my childhood days had not existed till that time with
You.
My heart lusts for a hollow feeling like that again but in a humble way as though it knows that such love only exists in a dream
Kinda like a dream you'd wake up from and instantly forget because your mind/heart cannot fathom such for the consious mind.
I remember that Summer like it was yesterday
I had bad religion by frank ocean on repeat subconsiously for weeks and when I realized that,
I knew I had to get my **** together for my own sanity.
Then orange Autumn arrived...
And there's something about the transition from
SUMMER to AUTUMN
that makes everything seem better than before.
As I watched the leaves fall from their roots a piece of my torn heart healed each time & the hue of the sun marinated its therapeutic rays on my frozen soul
One thing I learnt from that Summer was that I had to know what's worth chasing & what's worth forgetting forever
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
STOP... there is no use in thinking like that
STOP... put the razor down
STOP... don't cry at your desk, it isn't worth it
STOP... tell them the truth
STOP... don't tell the girl all of your secrets
STOP... don't ask her to come in with you
God, if only i could have carried a
STOP....
Sign around with me.
If only i would have listened to my consious,
constantly telling me to
STOP...
and rething what i was doing.
To
STOP...
and put myself first
to
STOP...
and think of what i'd be thinking now.
If i could tell myself back then what i know now,
I would say, those thoughts are not true
the lines you create will forever be regretted
the kids at school don't care if they upset you, don't show them your tears
Tell them the truth, because so much would be different today if you do
The girl who knows everything about you, will use it against you later
and making the mistake of letting her in with you will run through your mind every day
but mostof all, keep going
don't STOP life just because you are sad.
Don't STOP dreaming
Don't STOP fighting
and most of all
don't STOP breathing
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
In this dream, that i frequently dream
A tribe of woman Stepping in the pool of creation
Under the radiant moonbeam
my consious mind is absent
I am the imagination
Under the moonlight
the woman's tribe act as one
Dancing
At the pool of creation, witnessed by none
Chanting
Revealing the secret of womanifesting
Are you alone? Womanifest
From the source,
By light and dust
My love is created
In sacrifice and blood
Words Of Harfouchism
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
.
.
.
What have you done?
Nothing at all
Sitting here, as the time
Passes; as a candle
Flickering
Out.
What will you do?
Well at four in the morning
There is not a lot.
Except the cold
And the enclosing
Dark.
Why did you do this?
Well can that be said?
Honestly, and bluntly,
Straight out would the
Answer stick?
It would become lodged.
Because words unravel mysterious
And mean nothing all at the same time.
Who am I?
What a pertentious question to ask.
You have no right to ask,
Nor mind to conceive it.
What am I meant for?
Well to live and to die.
Make an impact on someones life,
Good or bad, time has no universal code.
What am I doing?
Looking for an answer
To a question I have about people,
And also about me.
Should you lean upon a crutch?
What if you are a crutch yourself?
What if someone took you away?
What if you merely were a crutch to a table?
How awful really.
But what is the matter? You've found it!
A place for yourself.
You see, you do not matter.
A crutch, a dime a dozen so cheap.
That is what you get from lack of sleep I guess, and lack of meaning I guess, and lack of health I guess.
A crutch that wanders, looking for what it means to be independent or leaned on, and if it is truly a curse or a blessing.
How silly is this anaology?
I think it is downright clear.
But I am a rambling madman
With an end soon near.
As soon I will be gone, this consious shed.
I will wake up this morning, tired in bed.
I will reach my hands and feel a change.
I will no longer feel; it is quite strange.
And I wish I could say I did resist,
But I did not.
For the immoral base upon my kingdom,
Is founded upon my thoughts
And actions of sin.
I laugh and I laugh and I laugh.
How little will do I have?
I am just a piece of dust,
Moved by the slightest wind
Of dismay.
.
.
.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Just one step at a time,
I dont need to look at the bigger picture
no not now, i need to start to figure out
how the hell im going to keep moving forward.
Just one step at a time,
it doesnt matter if ive past the point of exhuastion
my legs are screaming for me to take caution
of the fact that my heat is beating out of proportion,
that my brain is projecting an image of my knees being strong
but its merely a distortion.
Just one step at a time,
You put her on a pedestal before and looked how that worked out
from doubt after doubt, self-consious feelings from within
get twisted on the tounge and when they come out
you wish the cat got it to it first
was it for better or for worse?
dont dwell on it now, put the chat in a herse
burry it all in the deepest part of our mind
its out of sight now so just leave it behind.
just one step at a time,
be careful for what you wish for
because curtiosity just might **** it,
in my feelings becuase of late replies
miscommmuncation and the grey woods of the mind taking the guise
of your pedestal,
corrupting your beautiful image
the athena to your medusa, turning all my hopes into stone
showing me the path ahead was one to be walked alone.
just one step at a time,
self diaganosing can often prove to be fatal
canerous results which can only be remedied with a second opinion
so be patient
its the vitrue of your friends whos advice, cracks the pessimistic dominion
your thoughts have on your mind, everything will be fine
if you take just one step at a time
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
If time is consious
Are we
but a fleeting
Thought.
Yet to fade into obscurity.
Or are we a
conclusion
Of repeated ideas,
That just need
to be tweaked.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
I ****** a little boy,
his **** is wrecked,
I used him like a blow toy,
I went up and decked,
the little blower,
I made him a stoner half the time,
so he wouldn't be consious
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Happy Your Excited
Fourth Of July Type Climate
With Every Key
Your Frequency Will Be Climbing
Your So Grateful
It's Delicious To The Eyes
Inside Tasteful
Youve Awoke My Inner Hero
I Found My Cape
Im So Glad Your Here To Stay
Please I Won't Beg
Just Don't Walk Away No Matter What Okay
Each & Every Day
Im On A Ship Sinking
Stranded Like The Cay When I Awake
I Spread These Shreaded Wings & Sing , Fly To Bay
Paint Make Em Silver From Grey
We Are Sunsihine & Rain
Am I Dreaming
**** I Mean It
You Came Into My Life
I Feel I'm Dreaming
I Feel Alive , Ready To Die
Smothered In Vines
Ready For Flight
Consious **** Pit
Possesive Progressive Honest
I Crave Love Like A Dove I Got It
I Feel So Cleansed
The Lense I Sense Are Rotten
Hayley You Won't Be For Gotten
Cherished Memormies
Remember Me
I Am An Ember Leaf
In December
Fire Place Far Away
Cold Weather Trees
Sunset Escapes
I Hug The Stars
In Every Way
Especially On An 8th
Amanita Psylosibin
Moon Rays I Feel Inside My Poetic Page
In Your Eyes I Gaze
I Get Wrapped Up In All I Crave
I'm Too Deep In My Roots & Trees
Please Don't Be Afraid
My Speech Ain't Always Sweet But Hayley
You Mean What Words Can't Repeat
Really Close To Me
Like A Coat How Your Suppose To Be
No Boundries Is A Rare Ground See
I Apologize If My Tone Changes When No Ones Around Me
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
I have a niece who's heart is to the right.
When she was born we feared not long would we have her in our sight.
But here she is today as healthy as can be,
A wonderful part of our family.
At first we thought is she ok,
Now we see she could have been no other way.
Because as far as i can tell having a heart on the right,
Made her caring and full of insight.
The next time you think am i good enough to be,
Always remember what makes us different makes us you and me.
When i get self consious at night,
I wish i had heart to the right.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
What is challenge?
Taking a challenge in a uncomplicated form is a challenge,
as long as we are consious,
we focus on the difficult situation
instead of its solution
and
to develop the capacity,
to visualise the solution before the problem,
is our greatest challenge.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Sanity drifting, rising from within,
Grey clouds and fog enter my soul,
Sorrow and self hatred seeping in,
Why now? my life bares no hole,
Hiding the pain from little eyes,
I feel so cruel sometimes to them,
Reach deep within to smile happy lies,
Won't let them see my blue stem,
Touching the brim of my consious state,
Am I losing it? would i be aware?
Sadness suffocates my happy fate,
Head blank, mind full, just sit and stare,
Needed help so asked for a saviour,
my body, my being against a brick wall,
Scaring me now this mental behavior,
But immediate help not promised at all,
One day, one pill, the capsule of hope,
Is my life and my marbles packed so small inside,
Yet gradually notice my head starts to cope,
My chirpy old self wants no more to hide,
And now that its passed my life i am living,
Ecstatic to the point of my once darkest hour,
How could i be blind to gifts i've been given,
Finally and for good i feel my hearts power,
Now when the sun shines it brightens my day,
Want to share this feeling it's such a relief,
i won't let this cruel world get it's own way,
My cares and worries i'll send them a reef,
So much to look forward to, my life now has meaning,
Unable to express, I feel i'm reborn,
Can't fully express the hell I have been in,
My once sorry life felt shattered and torn,
The grey days have passed, i'm jumping for joy,
If the day is grey now it's the sky not my mind,
I have sun in my heart, I know it sounds coy,
As my cloudy view at long last is not blind.
© Susan Michelle Baker
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
The Things I Think About
Most Souls Dont Know
How To Think It Out
I Believe In Anything
And Right Now Im Bleeding Out
My Twin Soul Flames
Is On Her Way
I Need Her Now
Rain Storms Just Rains More
Im See A House
In Side Its DRY As Ice
Pain From Eyes Just Burn The Ground
Deathly Alone
No Needed Explenation
All That My Family Say Is Not Okay
I ******* Take It
Swallow My Spit
Transmute All Sensations
My Heart Going To Stop
So I Begin My Meditation
Theres A Demon Screaming
An Angel Singing
The Walls Are Shaking
I Built Em With My Blood
Its So Strong
They Will Hold On
And With Stand Thier Placemnet
I Am So Strong
I Will Not Yell
I Will Not Speak
I Will Just Breathe
I Will Not Fail
Heal My Body With Angelic Energy
Purify My Consiousnnees
Sub Consious Mantras My Remedy
Im More Ready Then Ill Ever Be
Im Alright I Am The Light At Night
Remember Me
If Tonight I Take This Knife For Stake
And Slice My Throat And Face
Because I Could Not Breathe
I Love My Slef More Than Any Body Could Give To Me
I Am A Miracle
Of Living Dream
That Will Never Die
Even When I Leave Earth
Spread These Silver Wings
And Bodies Cry
I Am Bleeding Opera
I Oughta Try
Tell My Mother
That Shes The Reason For My Lonlieness
And Readyness To Die
I Just Wanted To Spend Tine
The Past Really ****** Up Your Mind
I Would Go Back And Change A Things EXcpept
Our Vibe
Cos Our Connection Died
And Its Dark At Sometimes
I now Know My Soul Better That I Know My Mom
Well I Never Knew Her
And It Feels So Wrong
Mom I Say This Strong
Im Letting Go For Ever
I Was The Only One Holding The Rope
As I Play These Notes
Just Know You I Dont Perceive Right Or Wrong
I See Through The Midst
There Is No More Holding On
Its So Cold With Out Coat
I Will Not Pass Over Without A Soul
I Just Might Take Flight Tonight
For Ever IM Bleeding Hope
Who Ever Is Reading This Note
When Somebody Speaks
Be Judement Free
And Look Deep Into Thier Soul
People Scream And No One Knows
I Am Raven
And A Dove
Suffocating Stuck By Crows
Its A Metaphor
Only The Deepest Souls
And Poets Know
No Suicide Note
I Didnt Want To Die
It Was Time For Me To Go
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
You look straight in my eyes
I get an uncomfortable and sweet warmth
My cheeks toughen up and pull back
My lips betray me
As they stretch into a smile
Your love runs on a different path
Every word you say excites my being
My soul slowly grows
You thread on spiritual sexiness
I was attracted to your cover,
But within, I found soulfood
Many have made me consious of my beauty,
But you spent so much time complimenting my soul,
Praising my aura and slowly adding on to a cup I thought was full
The love you give is better than a fairytale.
I'm not a pretty princess and you're not a prince charming.
I'm a flower, and you a garderner
You love my fragrance, you love my beauty,
But unlike many, you don't pick me
You don't want to make something out of me
You know I'm better off in nature than part of a bouquet or perfume
You water me daily
Throughout seasons
When I wither, blossom, you love me still
Your love scares me
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
Should I consult my cards
Destiny-picked like guidance
From above
From the stars
If only life could be kind
And smile once awhile
I'm so sensitive like a glass
Container
And all my water is spilling over
I'm this opposite of a charmer
I have no honey for your ears
Only a truth that speaks in tears
And I've taken to a bottle
After spending my years
Concerned with the
Contemporary models
Society hath contrived my
Life should resemble
But I began to crumble
Not comprehending why
These systems have left me dry
Of passion
You tell me there is no magic
No God or consious to pray
To for a semblance of safety
My adult self is in purgatory
Somewhere between the mundane
And death
And I have an escalating self-
Hatred brewing from within
My chest
Don't you see what my generation
Inherited from the would-be
Saviors of the world had they not polluted it within wars of oil?
Don't you see it's a lie?
It's all corrupt and we're all
******
Conspiracies paved by broken dreams that we aspired to since
We first watched T.V?
Surely history has taught us
Something: Loving
One another Is worth valuing.
It's like our ideals have flickered
Out and
It's something to mourn and
To be disappointed about
So I pray to the universe and
Hope we can save us
As we sit comfortably on
Our phones
Feeling this dazed sensation
That there's more to the equation
We don't know.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
The place I go when I'm sleeping
Is right back to the hotel room
Where this all started
Because
You were once a dream
That occupied my consious state
I didn't sleep a wink the first time we shared a bed
And now you're only here when I sleep
I wake violently to empty sheets
And I always wonder if you ever think of me
I slept an entire twelve hours today and I still ail the kinda tired sleep can't cure
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC