"exclusiveness" poems
We were born untainted like empty canvas; a bud of roses.
But as time linger we digress from our innocence and actual selves.
We were scratched and polished, from diamonds pulvarized to dirt.
The facade we kept after succumbing to society’s propriety became us,
And the true face and being what we were became lost in time.
The mirror no longer reveals us, because we metamorphosed to someone else.
Another face in society, swallowed by the world’s expectations and encumbrance.
The appropriateness of etiquette, social conformity, and worldly priorities.
Day by day, we became less of ourselves, and more like everyone else.
Converging needs and wants, we lost our personal uniqueness,
And it seems like our attempt to be different is the same as everyone’s else.
By and by, we effort for elopement to get out of the box is futile – rather impossible.
Epitome of wealth and exclusiveness; highest degree of poverty and martyrdom.
In between those of extreme pillars, everyone seems to be in between and at both sides.
The world has become more dimensional, efficient, yet ineffective.
For our sweat and blood goes out for the wrong reasons;
And we fight against one another, (thus fighting against ourselves), to become the winner.
The winners aren’t actually victorious; neither are the loser the ultimate champions.
And this is only a mere microcosm,
to signify how the multifarious constituents that the world has formed:
a composite, complex, compound conformed convolution.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
A no-strings-attached thing is easy to arrange
It sounds exciting too, seems very straightforward
But sometimes you get caught up in things you don’t expect
Before you know it, you start caring
You develop feelings
You learn things about the other person
Her middle name, her favourite music, food
Her pet peeves, ambitions
You learn her innermost thoughts
Her insecurities, her ****** proclivities,
The little birthmark just above her mons *****
The one that she says looks like a map of the Dominican Republic
You lie in bed with her all day
She teaches you how to swear in Farsi.
You **** her every day.
One day she sees you making out with this random ****** and she flips
You say, but we said no strings attached or did we not?
It’s not as simple as that though, it never is
But this girl, she believes in you
She’s a paragon of patience
She sits you down and tells you to listen to her carefully
She explains to you that now you are sleeping with her on the regular
Your body is somehow her body too, partly, and vice versa
Says she understands that you are not together officially
But intimacy usually comes with an implied exclusiveness.
You say, Ok, I've heard you. And I understand where you’re coming from.
Then you tell her to **** off.
Time passes
You begin to miss her.
But you’re pride won’t let you call her.
You have *** three times with two different girls in one weekend
One of those girls has a boyfriend, you **** her in a night club restroom.
The other one on the beach a day after
Then a few hours later in her bedroom.
In the morning her room is all sandy,
Going home you begin reflecting on things
You've learnt one thing for sure:
However much top-shelf ***** you get, it doesn't compare to the love of a good girl
So it doesn't matter how many lovers you have in this world
If none of them give you the world.
You swallow your pride and call her
She can’t make it, she says.
But she comes the next day in the evening.
You explain everything,
How it felt like she was tethering you to her
How you took it all too lightly.
You’re not too good at it, talking about your feelings
You say that what she’d told you that day had gone through one ear, out the other
So you had to learn it all by yourself, you had to go through it
Finally, you apologise.
You’re very sincere.
She asks you, so is this closure?
You don’t want it to be, but you don’t know if you actually deserve her
**** you don’t know if she’d even take you back.
If she does, you've still got a lot to prove.
You’ll be in luck, but you’ll be starting on nothing.
If she doesn't then you knew and blew a good thing.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
This is a noted to remind us all to grow tired of any questionable and uncertain path your relationship might take and always realize that women like emotional nurturing and centering in themselves- which helps them to grow in a positive / sane direction i've often wondered and it is't a pleasant wonder why the wrong people fall in love and become a pair - what causes cracks in the foundation of love - some warp in the chromosomes, some flaw in the genes a thin film of paranoia in the embryonic sac ? is it the stresses of modern life or Mozart's Requiem of the full moon or no moon at all? was it the march beyond being strangers perhaps- that destroyer of great expectations ? or does love bring forth a dormant madness that always begins on a day that other wise seems normal - beautiful even, fate thumbing its nose at the future ? mutual sharing is required for any lasting relationship but sharing is not in itself what i'm talking about. nor is relationship. i'm talking of the capacity to meet and be met such meetings from time to time are the essential growing points in any live relationship could hardly be used. the modern emphasis on relationships between two people can degenerate into mere exclusiveness and a self-conscious sharing which valuable though it is may become an infringement of privacy or an abuse of intimacy. deliberate sharing is dangerous. new ideas which are forming in the dephs of the mind can be destroyed or crippled by being shared to soon it's like dragging a baby from the womb before it's ready to to be born or digging a tulip bulb up to watch the sprouting of the roots respect for another person's privacy is as important as sharing thoughts the deepest communication will in any case take place in moments of silence every time i think it is one's own attitude not the the relationship on which one needs to work it's a fact that in any partnership if one partner becomes quite clear in himself what it is the situation requires the chances are it will not even be necessary to voice it the other will somehow pick up the point and comply with no words said internal clarity anywhere seems to have the effect of an invisible guiding force can be trusted to affect not only personal relationships but outer situations for the person who has achieved inner clarity new paths appear and doors open without the need to knock
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
It's over, its done ...
American Christianity stumbles forward
toward a cruel topsy-turvy world where
help is weakness, compassion is cruelty
& divisive isolation is preferable to
welcome & concern.
American Christianity is a corpse that reeks,
a veritable Walking Dead of pink-tied
Conservatism that picks its leaders
based on a sort of simple country-boy
belief that a fat white man in a suit who
holds aloft his momma's old bible while
same the same time preaching division,
exclusiveness, hate & bigotry is somehow
the best Christian choice & God loves that
man so,
they do this,
they continue to do this,
this rural fundamental upside-down way
of seeing the worst man as the best man
just because he spouts for some phrases
& gets all blessed & such by richly dressed
ministers of the lord who anoint him as the
Chosen One, which is so far off the mark
as to leave one wondering who? who?
who are these representatives of God's
word on earth,
these shiny shoe lackeys, these fork-tongued
well-heeled sybarites closer to Lucifer's
world of consumption & the almighty dollar,
American Christianity should just call it
a day, just give over for awhile, take a
breather & read a book or two, for the
harm they cause to fall on the rest of
us through their ignorant vision is just
way, way too much for them to be able
to claim any affinity with Jesus
the humble Son of God.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
L.O.V.E
L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.
O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.
V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.
E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC