"disobeys" poems
grinding myself hard onto your unzipped pants
i imagine clipping into your body and
shattering your programming
our lips meander into each other breaking
california law,
and simultaneously
finding anatomical peace
your **** thrusts through slacks an angry fist
and I wonder how eager my mouth looks on you
******* the decade between us
bridging the age gap with a rope of *****
lip to ***** in awe that I am
capable of making you ***
silly and heavy with excited hands
i fumble with my pants,
tucking my knees into my chest to slide them off my feet
my stomach disobeys me, spilling out
holding onto something desirable of mine so tight
you crush my fleeting abstinence
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Girls married off
To a dogma they can't stop
Decided at birth
I would tell you it hurts
That it truly is terrible
But it gave me an outlet
Made rebellion bearable
I abhor to see they way
They block us make us stay
They're pretty little vessels
But now it's too fun, I have to wrestle
The rules and regulations
The trials and tribulations
They really aren't that terrible
Mess with the horns, you get the teeth
Because she's determined to become a female preist
Tell her that it's wrong
That she disobeys God
But she'll just tap the Old Testament
Won't let her resentment
Control her when she smites you
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Pretty girl starts the year not knowing what to do
Pretty she may be,
Yet she doesn't have a clue
Pretty girl, though shy she feels okay,
With a smile, she makes it through her first day.
Months go by, time doesn't stop,
She finds her way to the top.
No longer shy, loved by all
Such a shame to see her fall.
It starts on a day like any other
This time pretty girl disobeys her mother.
She lies to her, sneaks out at night,
And finds herself neath pale moonlight.
She meets new faces she hasn't seen before,
New they may be yet they influence her.
Taking their word that everything is alright,
She doesn't scream, doesn't cry, she doesn't even fight.
She takes everything they give her
With a smile on her face
Now pretty girl doesn't see the mistakes that she makes.
No longer perfect, she is undone
Bags under eyes, yet she still has her fun.
Her parents notice, her friends do too,
She tells them "leave me alone, its nothing to you!"
She runs away from school and from home,
She is feeling scared, pretty girl is alone.
Walking the streets every night and day,
Selling her love thinking everything's okay.
Tears in her eyes, a man by her side,
Beer in hand,
Packets of ******* she tries to hide.
This wasn't what she wanted from life,
Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out the knife.
She's had enough, she slits her wrists and falls to the floor,
Closing her eyes with her last breath, pretty girl no more.
-V
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC
He had a habit of forgetting
That the knife should be
At his left,
Unlike others.
Every morning, she would
mechanically
switch the fork with the knife.
When they finished lunch
she started clearing up
and noticed the knife to his right
again.
That night,
after their routine drew to a close,
They talked.
Slowly, at first.
A touchy subject walks in.
It's time.
Even as the air is knocked from her lungs,
She gets up and scrabbles on the floor.
Nails scratching the carpet.
Eyes scanning the horizon, now black.
Her brain decides to get up,
Her body disobeys.
Her body disobeys.
Isn't that what put her here in the first place?
So what if she is pretty?
So what if her eyes are sparkling emeralds?
Her belly renders her defenceless
from his onslaught.
Isn't it her fault
that it is empty?
Isn't she wrong to want
independence from him?
Mentally, physically, emotionally?
He owned her, didn't he?
He owned her, didn't he.
He explained to her the benefits
of obeying.
Her pretty face wouldn't have been
all those ungainly shades of black.
Her eyes wouldn't have been encircled by blue.
All she had to do was obey
and not tell anyone
but obey.
Her brain rebelled.
Her brain rebelled.
Her body, for once, obeyed.
She stumbled through the hallway
She knocked down her favourite frame-
Their daughter on a pony.
Kitchen, her sanctuary.
She broke her favourite China.
Hurled her utensils.
"I arranged them last week, you *****
And then she saw them.
The knives.
The knives.
They were inviting
Her hands were pale, waiting.
His heart corrupt, hating.
"Knives to your left, darling."
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
When the cop appears we go the speed limit.
When his tail-lights dissaper
His foot is back on the gas pedal.
Pushing us faster and faster.
We take curves at dangerous speeds.
And I feel my body like a rag doll.
My body disobeys me as I try to stay centered.
Gravity wins and pulls me close to the window when we turn right.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 4:28 PM UTC
someday you will find the person to call you princess
see it radiate through the blush of your cheeks
your hushed laughter muffled by your hand
the way your hair disobeys your constant tucks and twists
behind your delicate ears
the gravel in your voice that never shifts
the way clothes drape on your curves; never cling.
Princess will be your name,
the way your match describes your smirks
and the way you twirl the jewelry around your joints
how you write your names together
and the doodles you do in the margin
the way you play with broken nails
and stroke your forehead when you're going to weep,
your lover will look longingly at you
and your perfect regal ways
will leave him thinking
my,
oh my,
oh my.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
My brain says move
My body disobeys
I sleep
I don't eat
My smile is gone
My green eyes have faded
My skin has paled
My body has thinned
I am weak
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
My body disobeys me.
Each step forces me to exercise parts of my body
I didn’t know had subsisted.
I hardly controlled my maneuvers,
as I basically drifted.
Even my helmet is showing signs of weakening,
under these steepening,
enormous pressures.
Terrified and trembling with my humanly gestures,
I must have sent vibrations throughout
the cold water as the creatures began to circle over my head.
I could see off in the distance
the submarine of my former occupation.
A distant iconic stationary emblem of my failures.
Then, the porpoises and scaled beasts parted
to contrast a heavenly sight.
*No corpses or failed feasts started
in the ballast of this night.*
For a maiden of duality
saved my beckoning soul
from the eternal slumber
that had otherwise awaited.
The rest of this tale I leave up to the mystery
of word of mouth.
But what must be said is that underneath
the blue waters lies
much that we do not begin to conceive.
Take it or leave it,
I cant force a man to believe.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
YOU made men to lead the race,
Bequest him with pride and ace;
For him you made the trees and taught him to graze,
Then why O’ lord you put him to this disgrace,
To raze and blaze, the haze and the nature’s face
YOU made him sneak speak and smart,
Bequest him with amazing skills and magnanimous art;
For him you erected the forests and Oakwood’s mart,
Then why O’ lord you put him with that heart,
That preys and disobeys thy inimitable nature’s cart
Whilst razing and blazing, preying and disobeying,
He got bothered of his survival and living;
For him you then again made him to earn the dollar and the sterling,
To put it for the make-up and the filling
But O’ my lord, he, in tranquil kept himself fooling,
That he benefits thy nature with his meager darlings.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
i feel tired and spent
just like a fangless serpent
wanting to attack
thwarted by its own frailty
a mind full of thoughts to convey
spirit disobeys
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
24.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
i love you as i always have
and as i have not always loved myself
but wish that i had been able to.
many things would've been different
my whole life, for instance,
yours too.
I am sorry that it is not.
and that you never could quite understand
how it could be
that you loved me so much
yet i was still so sad.
and i kid myself,
i lie, hoping i won't realise,
pretending it's all fine;
that it doesn't hurt to breathe in your absence
that someone else will be able to fill the void
and that i will go on with my life.
I am static.
Since you left, I am still.
You said to never speak to you again,
my mind disobeys,
and in my head,
in deep recesses i am able to hold you still.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 10:38 PM UTC
I had you in a dream once,
it wasn't very long.
The details escape me,
but your taste,
remembered longingly.
It was all that I got,
A slight brushing of lips,
not a real kiss.
Not even a full dream,
that's as far as we got.
Before we both turned away
and reality interrupted.
Two years ago that fantasy was,
but the play of dreamlight,
the subtle upturn of your
lips is still fresh in my mind.
The familiar fit of
your hand in mine.
Familiar fit?
But it's never happened,
not in reality.
Probably not even
as a thought
of yours
playing across
an unknown destiny.
No impossible thoughts
for you to sink in.
Drown in.
So if this is so far
from real
then why is it
a preoccupation,
obsession,
that takes my every moment?
A long infected **** of blue,
that's covering,
conquering,
every facet of my mind?
I pride myself a strong
detached man.
Society begs it,
but who am I kidding?
When thoughts turn to you
my flesh is no good,
it only ***** around,
like so much cloth.
It realizes futility,
and refuses direction.
It disobeys me.
It betrays me.
It begins with convulsions,
a wracking of shoulders,
It ends with subtle gesture,
a trail of new tears.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 5:44 AM UTC
God is light,love,and care
Fills this world with joy and repair
Ask upon his name and you shall receive
The miracles he gives if you just believe
Many love to blame him for their misery and despair
But who are they serving the man of darkness beware
God is not evil and does no such act
If evil abides you need to backtrack
Life has many ups and downs
Some learn to smile and some just frown
There's two paths you can choose during you're life
One full of darkness and the other so bright
Some choose the light from the beginning
Others get tangled and lost in their grieving
We all have trials that we must face
Testimonies to share once we've unlocked the briefcase
To live for Christ takes time and learning.
When you hold a newborn,do you not hold it delicately? Do you not feed him milk from a bottle until he grows and learns to eat more solid food? Do you not scold the child when he disobeys? Are you not proud of him when he does something good? Are you not worried once he is old enough to live on his own? Are you not there for him when he is in need or trouble? Is you're heart not broken when his is broken? Same as our Father in heaven. We start out into this world learning his word just like a newborn. You cannot feed a newborn a steak. Same as with Christ. We all come to Christ at different ages,but when we do we all start out as newborns. Through time we grow with his word. Not everything bad in you're life is because of God or because he likes to see you suffer. There is a dark force out there who's main purpose is to steal **** and destroy. God may allow Satan to test you to see how faithful you will remain to him,and at the end of that trial he rewards all of us. He also leaves us with such a powerful testimony that we can share to save lives. Love y'all hope this touches some of you
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
A clock to watch the time
the seconds ticktock beat
like heart in chest
or foot on street
One handed mid-night chime
morning comes before the sun
two hands to meet again
in the post-meridian
The moon, she is sublime
my clock and her share faces
but only once a month
a matched homeostasis
And the golden summer days
turn to frigid winter nights
autumn romp in leaves
spring spent flying kites
The child in us parts ways
the ticktocking beat remains
time accelerates
the moon begins to wane
The years become a haze
the months replace the days
seconds don't exist
your memory disobeys
your life is just a tick
your death is soon to talk
years, they go by quick
while we sit
and watch
the clock...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
A school in a village without any pastel –
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
Against injustice gigantic or sea shell;
Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
With the artistic hands of its roselle.
All play ups and disobeys did she quell
For all discourteous and insolent is knell.
Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel
As soon as they hear Divine’s yell.
She made IAS, engineer and Laurel
Who are shining brightly in parallel.
The capacity to write is more in noel
As during Christmas less is evil’s spell
And more golly and blimey impel.
She is still like a nice damoiselle
Not touched by corruption or rebel.
This is pond. In it many a Raphael
Have drowned to break a cell
From which brains emerged like sail
Which drove young minds to foretell
Their future. With Anandi ma’am’s spell
She still does prosper, flourish and excel.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
From Halogen bright headlights
rounding the corner The Darkness
boldly does not hide nor yield
to a 1000W bulb.
The Blackness bold and treacherous
stares deadly cold straight back at me,
ornery,
disobeys Einstein's theory,
particle and wave, still
in the dark
we remain.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
~for you~
~~~
when I put
twosome of twisted lips together,
long dragging one foot clubbed,
agony before the other,
but one hand obeys commands,
the other disdains, ignores,
one only eye-seeing, vision impaired,
and the body laughs at the notion of
paired coordinates
tongue disobeys desires,
limping thru life's everything,
thoughts locked down on pause,
mid-think is a cassette tape
in a seven-second delayed,
a fist cannot be unbroken, unwound
chorus of mockers,
herd of haters
rejoice in my diminution,
using my weakness for ammunition
for I am a stutterer,
just another you,
misstepping, fracturing,
the minutes of a life disastered,
suffered, sadly, no gladly hanging about
but I do not forsake hope
repair each word with the honor
of a slow enunciation distinguished,
ungainly shaped, yet soldier-motion forward,
in small poems and with one hand holding
for I am armed with certainty
as I stutter thru living,
more than awaiting, comprehending,
you, you,
understand full well,
that we are all handicapped
salvation arrives when
a touching whisper heard in one solitary ear,
you sir, you, are not alone
for who among us dare deny
we are all stutterers
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
The threatening nature of
artificial objects,
not snow dropping from pines,
nor windows shattered with frost
but the flight of keys and bells,
and all that begs for
subtle asides,
all that is malevolent for this,
all that falls,
that disobeys my hands,
those white apes mapped
with the views of the Via Dolorosa
all things that make my dry box spin,
my body does not follow me,
I often seem to look
over my shoulder
at the dark detective of age.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
Some folks don't like workin' hard
Some folks don't like rain
Some folks love to tell you
All about their aches and pains
Me, I take the hand I'm dealt
And I play it as it lays
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays
You can't live in memories
Of all your golden yesterdays
Or spend your whole life grieving
For the one that got away
Common sense says "let her go"
But your heart disobeys
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays
Blue shadows falling all around me
Still I don't regret a single day
I look in the mirror now
I see that time can be unkind
But I know every wrinkle
And I earned every line
So, wear it like a royal crown
When you get old and gray
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays
It's the cost of living
And everyone pays.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
The weight of winter wallows here, young one.
Even in the summer, my tears have froze.
Never let it chill your soul, find the sun,
stray from the shade where madness tends to grow.
I have wept and whined, the cold disobeys.
My heart belongs where heat kisses my skin.
Trap me in the ice and I shall decay
as I did years ago when I grew thin.
But dark, frigid times have taught me plenty.
I now encourage others to prosper.
Show kindness to scared little saplings
and then watch them grow into their armor.
I had let myself frost, blinded by cold,
but I now know fortune favors the bold.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
the cyclops dies having never heard you recite the last two letters of the alphabet. it’s 1983 and you’re all of seven. hearing beautifully gets you slapped for hearing things. you kick your frog legs on a swing going nowhere and try to touch your mind with your forehead. from a stolen bicycle you quote future passages written by a lover half your age. your pity has the lifespan of a voodoo doll. sound is the word of man god disobeys.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
another night that's effortlessly sleepless
bombarding thoughts leaving me desperately speechless
always constantly searching for a reason
end up just finding another lesion from my demons
people ask you questions
try to give you lessons
on why life is happy
and you just neglect it
like there is a switch inside your mind
that you can turn off any time
all you need to do is refine your design!
just another ******* line
because they just don't get it
get another paycheck
and instantly ******* spend it
objects fill your room
just to keep you distracted
make sure you get the most expensive
to keep the rows attractive
now you're told you're crazy
and you start to believe it
you can see happiness before you
but you just can't achieve it
you watch people laughing
and you try to perceive it
but the moment the sun fades away
your cortex just disobeys
I'm writing this to you
to tell you I understand
and if you ever need it
I'll offer you my hand
there is nothing wrong at all
if some nights you're alone
take some time to yourself
and put down that poisonous phone
social media can really do damage
if it isn't handled right
and I promise you this
no guy that likes every selfy
is a modern day knight
we don't need somebody
to feel like we're complete
we don't need better filters on our selfies
we don't need to compete
if we just sit down and think
and realize who we are
I promise that your ambition
will really take you far.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
me, reading from my self-published collection 'Choice Echo'.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuqCv_ey1-0
sample poem from collection:
fantasy
the cyclops dies having never heard you recite the last two letters of the alphabet. it’s 1983 and you’re all of seven. hearing beautifully gets you slapped for hearing things. you kick your frog legs on a swing going nowhere and try to touch your mind with your forehead. from a stolen bicycle you quote future passages written by a lover half your age. your pity has the lifespan of a voodoo doll. sound is the word of man god disobeys.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
our world is self is corrupted
The world is falling behind
Technology and other things
taking over Peoples life
Life was suppose to be a Blessing
But many take there life
Due to oppression
People live on this Earth
knowing many things
But they have to choose to use them
many people in this world are brainwashed and thought less
Humans aren't perfect some try to forgive
I live in this world full of corrupted people
many who think alike
many who don't
Live wasn't meant to be taken
only given
when this world crumbles in to many pieces
i want to be the one to help rebuild it
every one who lived on this earth has a purpose
Every here still has to find theirs
Anger is your enemy it takes your mind
and Disobeys you
many are corrupted in this world
I seriously wish i new a way to change it
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC