"disapproves" poems
Friend one:
Reads "Rotten Tomatoes"
Always early, parks in a handicap zone
Friend two:
quietly disapproves
knows Friend one walked her dog a mile earlier
Friend one:
moves her car
digs out two waters, chocolate
and back pillow
buys peace and tickets
Friend two:
catches sneeze with *** of tissue
aggravated exchange:
about walking too fast ahead.
“Are you not my friend? Walk with me!”
Buys popcorn
Friend one:
wants seats on the end
for handy bathroom runs
Friend two:
does not want “the blow by blow” of reasons
just not in rafters
sneezes, and says so
trips
spills popcorn on the stairs
Friend one:
Sets up “camp”
Friend two:
holds crap
Friend one:
Settles in, builds her "nest"
opens water bottles
arranges back pillow
half-a-million napkins
“Want your jacket?”
Friend two:
holds popcorn, helps Friend one with jacket
Friend one:
pushes button for her seat back
seat sounds like a ****
Friend two:
says so, both laugh like fools
Friend two sneezes loudly, rubs her eyes
loses self in movie
Friend one:
starts to snore quietly
Friend two:
nudges her
Friend one:
(Who is never really snoozing)
runs out to restroom
misses best part of movie
Comes back,
“What happened?”
What happened?”
Friend two:
aggravated
hushes her
takes allergy pill
Friend one:
weeping at the end, watches all the credits
starts her review
apologizing to the kids of theater-cleaning-crew
popcorn, napkins, tissues everywhere
Friend two:
Sneezes yet again
Friend one:
Knows all the stars--
of friendship
being how she is one :)
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
XVIII
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench
Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc’t and in his volumes taught our Lawes,
Which others at their Barr so often wrench:
To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting drawes;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede intend, and what the French.
To measure life, learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav’n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
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1511
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when ’twas cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced “a fit.”
Great Britain disapproves, “the stars”;
Disparagement discreet,—
There’s something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
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This girl doesn't care that it's August. She will wear her snow boots because she likes that they light up.
This girl doesn't care there is no music. She will dance where she wants to the music in her mind.
She doesn't care who is watching. Or who disapproves.
I wish to be more like her.
I wish more were like her.
I hope no one stifles it out of her.
No, "Sit still"
No, "Calm down"
No, "Be embarrassed"
Be you.
Be like her if you're inclined to.
Be a dancer in the street.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Last week we bought a bottle of epilepsy to share
at a party made to crash on dinner plates
rolling down uphill battles.
The clustering warm anticipation set to pounce falls short
with talks of who is late and who can't make it
because someone in the family disapproves.
Who cares about the bitter salt cakes in the dust of fossilized crustaceans?
The polar bears march to beautiful, pointless noise beating off the living receptacles.
The locals are scars in the conclusions deep in the visiting sounds—almost forgot but still murmuring.
The first citizens of noise.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
I am haunted by the kiss in your eyes, the kiss you can’t give me. Your family disapproves of me, and so do your friends. They will probably never approve of me but in the end they are going to admire my strength and faithfulness. They are going to realize that I will never, never give up on you no matter how hard they make it for us to be together. One day, they will understand that this kind of love, in itself, deserves to be returned.
When I am in bed, about to sleep, or when I’m alone and lost in my thoughts, suddenly I meet your face, and I know you’re the one for me, no matter what stands between us.
I love you more because I have to fight for you.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
XXI
Cyriac, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced and in his volumes taught our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench;
Today deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav’n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
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As mind disapproves the heart
You're terrified to cross the line
This unyielding love can be so silent
If you always put it into rhyme
Beyond these so-called differences
Reaching the limit and shows your immaturity
Thinking those funny phone calls, lovely nights
Can be so deceiving, but in a good mind
So take out your futuristic mind
Every little thinking like domino pieces
Let's focus at the moment
Can you worry less and be happy?
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
The cocktail waitress in the corner
Tonight she skates at Roller City
In polka dots and ponytails
Her lips pursed and polished
For she disapproves of most everything that offers little reflection
No bringing your own music
No pinching the dancers
She moves to a secret sound
Regarding herself as an international spy
In the house of fun
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC
She took a form,
of whispers in slightly silent sounds.
A sad and helpless woman,
soft spoken, and slightly broken.
Last night I saw her.
My body went numb,
and quickly into the cold.
She held my nose and my mouth closed.
Her wet, long hair brushes against my cheek.
Quickly realizing the wetness is the blood on her own.
Intense bleeding scratches below her eyes,
and her eyes with an iris in disguise.
I hear her again.
The whispers, the loud silence.
Turning more harsh as I began to struggle loose.
The cacophony of noise and air pressure in my ears, her grip imitated a noose.
I can't breathe,
it's starting to hurt.
She won't let go and I can't move.
I claw at the side of my beds, and this she disapproves.
W A K E T H E F U C K U P .
She yells,
and I quickly jolt awake.
Panic mode ensues,
and my mind's bulb has burned my sanity's fuse.
I go erratic,
and I feel like I'm losing my mind.
She took a form,
from my mind's dark thunderstorm.
...
and I don't know how to escape from Her.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
The Wildest Conclusion
Who are you
To tell me
My thoughts
Aren't worth being heard
I deserve
And demand my rights
I might
Shout amendments
First,
Then commence
To irregular common sense
My stability
Is retained
By the imbalance
In my brain
You see,
I can't enable
These "Cain and Able" angels
That rest on your shoulders
Because
I ain't able
Fables
Fly out the mouth
Of an astounding author
His sound
Is profound
His prowess authorized
By his copy written
Signature
Which is his style
Italicized and laid back
Now,
Crack open
Another pack of pens
And draw out
The wildest conclusions
In deep thought
Then listen...
.The world disapproves.
The extent
Of my intentions
Were wilder than I could imagine
So I didn't know
I would take it this far
The words written
Were forbidden
In the foulest belief system
I wouldn't have wrote them
If my outrageous mind
Wasn't dying
From boredom
Boarding off the monsters
That alter ideas
From beneath the bed
They reach my head
And toy with my
Emotions
Tantalize and
Taint my tender mind
Then morph it
To be the tainter!
To picture death
You'll need help
From this
Morbid painter
Why do I
Write so wickedly
Then spread like pandemics
It's
Pandemonium momentarily
Shared with you
With whatsoever
You should do
With
Evil knowledge
Is truth
Look in your hands
I say
"Vice is right"
Can I persuade?
Like a gun used to
****** a murderer
Some executions
Are executed
At the exact moment
Of redemption
How tempting
Is it for
A wholesome man
To make
A half-hearted attempt
At prosperity
Sparingly
Laying in Evil's bed
But never staying
When he awakes
Will he use the tools
Because he learned the trade
Or teach others
To not
It's hard to reach others
When all they believe
Is a happy ending
I conclude
But
The true ending
You can't imagine
Because it's too wild
For you.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
I envy you,
You, who has their future
all planned out
between the pages of the calendar
that’s been hanging on your wall
since December 31st,
changing every year with no delay
because you already know
all the important dates.
I envy you,
You, who has a dream,
the same dream you’ve had
since childhood
that’s changed or been tweaked
maybe once or twice
but that always becomes clearer.
I envy you,
You, who understands yourself
and who knows who ‘you’ are,
who understands your passions
and who knows what you want.
I envy you,
You, who knows what happiness is like,
and who has felt true sadness and despair
only a handful of times,
but who knows how to deal with it
and knows why it comes by.
I envy you,
While I sit here surrounded
by my sadness,
getting a glimpse of joy
maybe once over the weekend
and another if I wake up for sunrise.
While I sit here not knowing
who ‘I’ am
or what I love
or the emotions I feel.
While I sit here
without a dream in mind,
without a goal that I can run toward
Only sitting in a dark empty field
with no calendar in sight
because thinking about the days
that pass makes me feel empty inside.
So instead I sit here
on this bus full of people
that feels so empty and bleak.
While the fog from outside
clings to the windows
and blurs the thoughts in my mind,
thinking about ‘you’
and my envy
so green and so vast
it could be mistaken
for a meadow filled with grass.
I think about how I would
trade my life for yours.
But my mind disapproves
because then I would be
even less like the ‘me’
than I believe myself to be.
I know who I am because of
the emptiness I have
and for now it’s enough
and that’s all I need.
So instead I will sit here
and think of the many reasons why
I envy you.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
I dislike my body, much
like how a mother disapproves
of her son's girlfriend.
I'm half-naked in a bed
that isn't mine -- but I'm
used to being adopted by
beds; fostered by
temporary situations.
The sun passed, long ago,
and I know that tomorrow
might vanish, emulating
melting moments aboard
brittle rib cages, slack jaws.
Nothing days like the
yesterday and the one
before that; fragments
not meant to be placed
back together, only to
be cut on, leaving wounds
to be wished upon.
I know, one day, I'll be
as tattered as this flag
I call my master. I will
die, for the thousandth
time, as I talk to an idea
about how I was in love;
how she believed in me;
how my brother was a
man I wish I could have
back; how my littlest
brother was always in
trouble and how I didn't
help enough. I was a
writer, I'll say; I was a
son, I'll whisper that
they were imperfect but
their wish, that's what I was;
their hope, that's what I was.
I was their's.
I'll be sunken into a seat,
staring out a window,
during a night like this.
Hiccuping thoughts
that should be tossed.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 1:43 AM UTC
The all embracing
warmth of a coastal night
The heavy humidity
when love is no longer right
The water ripples restlessly
The tired slivered moon
has had enough
Goes on down without a goodnight
The hollow deck makes scuffing sounds
You stop but there are no other sounds
A disturbed bird flies on by
Squawk ! letting you know
It disapproves of you being nye
An ancient breeze of feelings
ruffles your hair
string up the cares of
the yesterday's dawns
They were red flag warnings
but you sailed on blissfully
You savor the ropes last release
Taking time to store the lost will
Cast off becomes a minimal thing
as you slip free of your mourning
There is a cast of grey across the sky
Dawn is coming pushing the winds
of freedom across the bay
You drop partial sail and
the ship responds
Making knots out of a knotty situation
You hear the bow slicing water
As you release all the canvass
Slipping past the jetties
on the falling tide
you sigh , a relief , a release
It's just you , the sea , and God
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
It's currently 3.40am and I'm laying awake picturing tomorrow.
Your accent spinning round in my mind.
Bringing me back to Friday.
And this evening.
I know you 2 days and I feel like I've known you a lifetime.
It's crazy.
I'm crazy.
Of course everyone I have mentioned you to disapproves.
But I really don't care right now.
The hope you inspire in me is beautiful.
The fact that you think I'm pretty is amazing.
I'm shocked at how well we get along.
And after two days of knowing you.....
Actually after two hours of knowing you...
I think i've fallen once again.
Except this time...
I think you may have fallen a little bit too.....
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
there’s no rosetta stone to decipher the engravings on your bones, old as the core of the earth itself.
i trace my name onto your skin and
i breathe my heart into your mouth but you never want anything more than my hands further south and i
want you to be happy so i do
what i hate and i pray it’ll make you content
because when you cry i swear i hear the heavens crying too, the sun looks on as though it disapproves of us and i’m shaking enough as it is, darling
april is over and the drought has brought us nothing but weeds.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
After being abused, some people will turn to the *****
Whether if its mental abuse, or physical abuse.
Ends up being overused,
everyone around you strongly disapproves.
But, what can you do when you can't find any way to get rid of the pain and memories that left you bruised?
It gives you so much fear but all you do is like to ignore,
leaving your thoughts and feelings destroying you to your core.
The atmosphere seems so unfair, hallucinations of being in thick air, eventually having you feeling suffocated and wanting to disappear.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
Seems like there's always
someone who disapproves,
they judge us like they know
how we used to steal
your parents liquor
and climb to the roof,
we will keep all our promises
be us against the world,
baby, be mind tonight,
say yes,
if you get this kind of rush
every time we touch.
who will love you?
who will fight?
who will fall far behind?
i dont want to be someone,
who walks away so easily,
i'm here to stay.
make the difference i can make,
marmalade, we're makin out,
dont make me tongue tied,
when i look into your eyes
its like watching the night sky,
or a beautiful sunrise.
oh, your a shooting star,
like Peter Pan up in the sky,
these lights will guide you home,
and ignite your bones
and i will try to fix you
my eyes on your eyes
dont wave no good bye,
my, green eyes,
your the one i wanted to find,
anyone to deny you
is out of their mind.
honey, you should know
i could never go with out you;
i could write a song,
a hundred miles long,
talk about our future like we had a clue,
but i will be your girl,
thats where i belong,
here in your arms,
and you belong with me.
not swallowed by the sea.
the water is rough,
the stakes are high,
but this love is ours,
you cant replace it with a million rings.
i have died everyday,
just waitng for you,
Darling don't be afraid
i came here with a load
and it feels so much lighter
now that i met you,
one step closer
honey you should know
i have loved you for a thousand years
i could never go on
with out you.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want you.
Even if for
the briefest
moment of time;
even if the world
disapproves,
and it will;
even if our hellos
quickly become
good-byes;
None of that matters:
the world and time
mean nothing to me,
I see no rules
in your soft
green eyes.
I want you.
~mce
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC
She met a boy
And she's in love
Her mother disapproves
Her mother says he's trouble
But she adores this boy
He's someone she'll never lose
Forbidden to see him
She meets him in secret
Every single night
He calls her many
pretty things
They keep their affair out of sight
The boy she loves
Has killed a man
Police are on his trail
She has a choice
To hide her love
Or watch him rot In jail
In the dead of the night
She leads him to the house
Through the creeky back door
Gun still in his hand
The pair tiptoe
Across the kitchen floor
Her mother finding out
About this situation
Is among her highest fears
They sneak up
to her bedroom
And she bursts into tears
What have you done?
She cries to him
He shoves her onto the ground
Tells her to shut up
Curses at her
Warns her not to make a sound
There's a pounding on
The door they came in
She follows him down continuing to cry
The stranger he owes
Stalked him here
And tells him to pay or die
Her lover's gun fires
The stranger falls
****** and still as a rock
They turn to see her mother
Who heard voices and came down
Her eyes filled with horror and shock
Without even flinching
Her lover aims his weapon
And says she's seen to much
Her mother's screams
Echo off the walls
She's bleeding and cold to the touch
Sobbing at her dying mother's side
He shoots her too
Saying I'm sorry it had to end this way
Then leaving them both
To die alone
Her "lover" runs away
Father comes down to his ****** family
She whispers Sorry daddy
He calls 911 and they all wait
But by time they arrive
Just like her apology
It simply is too late
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
On my own I am troubled,
It will be long until you see how strong I am,
Some men got to show ya... yep not me - I don't need to,
My strength is God who is in me!
Mistakes and Addictions - sure I got a few,
Some hang on the wall like a flower,
Behind them the devil delights,
Though the Lord disapproves sometimes I seek to satisfy my own.
My heart will always stay young,
As life will help me rise in every breath,
All you need to do is realize you shine to many,
Just tune into to life and live to move up.
I did and so can you...
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
he disapproves
color code,
his black sheep
is white.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
It was a sigh like no other
a respiration of desperation
a thousand times over
It was as if I could exhale
to exhume my own corpse
I'm in love with this word
only aimless expression
with a senseless,
seamless repetition
for it never disapproves
never uses the writer
as it was itself, used
I'm in love with the world
but only as a whole mess
of uncanny absence
As a strangled moment, leapt away,
exposed by obscure limelight,
I shall expire
Magnifying the reflective scarlet ocean
a marred, oily silverscreen eclipse
a piebald, shit-mired unicorn
curled at the feet of a ******
in a subfusc-glo™ hometown
crushed by rusted machinery
amongst rudimentary scenery
in a homespun anathema gown
in the broken household, wound
up men's eyes, went grey and dying
past every thought, incendiary
words lambasting paper
mayhap, I'm through
trapped, trying to
explain other
wise, now
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
if my rights are wrongs, doom me, for I am comforting minds within themselves
surroundings and experience influence, I will go through pain to make you feel secure, be what you desire
if the world disapproves your sexuality and says its wrong
accept yourself for what you are, and be right within you
Because your impact is greater than what you think it is
Not being afraid can influence people to get rid of freight of expressing what they've always wanted to be or do
if you ever feel doubt in your guidance on the road
know that youve impacted the silent
and if you give up, their hope will be gone
be someone's help or hope, someones life progression, create gateways
Smile to the malignant, you'll see reflections soon enough
Feel at home in your mind, feel welcomed
The rooms that make your home are the interests that make you, love what you do with passion because you've impacted me to write this, to reach many others like you that can do the same
The love for a hobby can trigger someones passion, to do the same, to do the right, to progress as a whole
to help people, to help communities, to help the the world, to break barriers
purpose is to serve
Purpose is to make a purpose
for the ones who need guidance in their purpose
anything can create, innovation in humanity is within you
with your will anything is possible
be gracious, for you have potential to change lives, to change perspectives
your happiness can make happiness all around your surroundings
your actions are impactful chants, scream
dont be afraid to show your emotions in expressive ways, thats what makes the world
its defined by you, do good
its the little things
that can make a little road create highways and routes in lives; options
You are glorious even if you're corrupt
sadness and happiness are glorious and im happy to be passionate about people, like you, all of you
Dont be afraid to break barriers with your passion
Dont be afraid to break barriers with your love
You are possible of doing anything
You are someones road to take
To be saved
To accept themsleves
Inspire and motivate
You are the art of progression
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC