"hindering" poems
I've been wearing a mask for so long
Hindering my ability to let people see me for who I really am
It's hard to breathe behind this mask
It's getting hot
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
When we look into today,
*Do our minds dial back to 16 June '76 to envision the torment
Our fallen heroes endured?
Is your vision blurred?
Mine isn't.
Their fight was just,
It was sacrificial
One by one they perished
But, even with blood and sweat slipping
Through their trembling fingers
They did not falter
They pushed boundaries
In order to create opportunities
They had a burning desire
For something greater,
For freedom
The freedom that we now bask in
Like it's just another day of leisure
"The youth of today are the leaders
of tomorrow", they say
Look in the mirror,
Are you really the leader of tomorrow?
Do you fit somewhere in that statement?
Me: No
Do we have the will to stand
Firm for what's right,
Against what's wrong
Or do we clam up, let the
Truth escape through broken doors?
We feed the stereotypes,
We fit perfectly into the stereotypes
We've been dubbed insubstantial,
Not layered, and one dimensional
What are we really after?
What are we doing to change that perspective?
No- what am I doing to change that??
Ask yourself, what would the
world have lost if you were not born?
Me: Nothing
But there are those who
understand that the meaning of "struggle"
Goes beyond the dictionary definition,
Those who look at the world
With crystal clear eyes
Those looking to make a difference
Those looking for a difference
We may be in freedom,
but we're not free at all
The chains are still bound to our
Wrists binding us from reaching
Out to the sun,
The chains are still tied to our
Feet hindering us from going further
We can stand united
Against the ****** government,
Against illiteracy,
Against poverty,
Against pointless wars,
Against abuse.
We can clench up our fists,
Ready to fight for what others
Led way for
I am, by no means, a beacon of
Hope (hypocrisy at it's best)
I'm uninformed, like they say
Ignorance is bliss
But I am not proud of it
We've come far since '94
We still can go further
"Together we can do more"*
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Ain't t no sunshine when she is gone
The day look dark though everywhere is bright
Very silent though noisy
Looking happy but am sad
Missing the sound of your voice
When I failed to call
There ain't t no sunshine when I don’t hear your voice
Ain't t no sunshine when she is gone
Online am dull Offline am bored
Am alive yet lifeless, Trailing back and forth
Waiting for her text or call
Pride hindering me from texting
Grudge holding my call
There ain't t no sunshine when you offline, online and offline
Ain't t no sunshine when you angry
Only pain and fear
Pain that I have failed you again
Fear that you will leave me this year
There ain't t no sunshine when you don’t pick my calls
For am anxious to hear your voice
Ain't no sunshine when you gone
Only hardship and pain
That won’t go away
So baby please stay
So I won’t fade away
Cause there ain't no sunshine when you away.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
"The Three Kisses
The Kiss Of Hello
The Kiss That Is Never Just A Kiss
The Kiss That Spikes Vein With Precision Orchestra
The Kiss That Heals In Entirety
The Kiss That Hides The Relent Of Vex
The Kiss That Suffocates Rusting Man
The Kiss Without Detail/Ed System)
The Kiss That Pounds Each Pore To State Of ******
The Kiss That Hiroshimates Euphoria
The Kiss That Approximates/Parallels Living
The Kiss Only
The Kiss, The Kiss
The Kiss Of Neither Hello Nor Goodbye
The Kiss For The Sake
The Kiss To Save Face
The Distracted Kiss For/Of Domestic Bliss
The Kiss To Bathe Mania In Generic ****** The Kiss Of The Motions
The Kiss Of Searing Content, Hindering Suffocation And Blasé Defection
The Default Kiss, The Efficient Kiss, The Alteria (Motive) Kiss
The Kiss That Makes Sense
The New Language Of Kiss
Le Kiss, Le Kiss
The Kiss Of Goodbye
The Kiss That Is Never Just A Kiss
The Kiss That Spikes Vein With Precision Orchestra
The Kiss That Deals In Hypocrisy
The Kiss That Begins And Ends Each Second
Job, Health, Kiss, Marriage, Car, Security, Kiss,
Yearn, Enjoyment, Loss, Holiday, Kiss, Loss Holiday Kiss
The Kiss That Hiroshimates Plague
The Kiss That Parallels Living/Approximates Rage
The Memory Of Kiss Acidifies Brain
The Kiss, The Kiss, The End.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
Too many shattered Mirrors
Mirroring my sins.
Too many walls
Hindering my wings.
My growth remains
still
as silence Kills.
How do you love the
Unloved?
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
she touched up untended walls
all alone, no party assembled
attempting to create reactions
with her color selection
and inspire sunken eyes
with the antonym for
"you are worthless" and "no one cares"
...but the paint is peeling
and her motivation runs constant
as she prepares her endurance
to spackle and smooth grooved surfaces
prime marks and hide pitted edges
to place appropriate strokes adequately
and try a little color contrast
on previously blended door and window trim
...but the paint is peeling
now bubbles form and fall flakily at her feet
as a sleight of hand starts its mischief
of defacing the layers of her self-affirmation
with synonyms for the premature initiative she displayed
so, she drops her tools and starts peeling
removing the pain that is hindering her renewal
and covering the constant decay correctly
working toward a strengthened surface
that maintains its finish against the cruelest force
and accepts loving, touches
without turning them to criticism.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
There was a saviour
Rarer than radium,
Commoner than water, crueller than truth;
Children kept from the sun
Assembled at his tongue
To hear the golden note turn in a groove,
Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes
In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles.
The voice of children says
From a lost wilderness
There was calm to be done in his safe unrest,
When hindering man hurt
Man, animal, or bird
We hid our fears in that murdering breath,
Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud,
In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout.
There was glory to hear
In the churches of his tears,
Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck,
O you who could not cry
On to the ground when a man died
Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood
And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell:
Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself.
Two proud, blacked brothers cry,
Winter-locked side by side,
To this inhospitable hollow year,
O we who could not stir
One lean sigh when we heard
Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour
But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall
Now break a giant tear for the little known fall,
For the drooping of homes
That did not nurse our bones,
Brave deaths of only ones but never found,
Now see, alone in us,
Our own true strangers' dust
Ride through the doors of our unentered house.
Exiled in us we arouse the soft,
Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.
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for so long, i have been watering my own petals
aiding in my own growth
soaking my roots with positivity and love
growing to my fullest potential
and then you came along
and i thought you would continue to help me grow
but you put me into a drought
leaving me thirsty and gasping for air
now because of you
my petals are wilting away
from your harsh abandonment and apathy
and my soul will now rot
because of this terrible lonely drought
hindering my growth
and leaving me utterly and completely helpless and alone
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:31 PM UTC
Actions are words at deeds,
Feelings untold,
Feelings unspoken,
Actions are worth better at showing.
Love is a building tool,
Hearts breaking,
Hearts leaking,
Love is still a mending wool.
How do you say these words felt?
When is the right moment to voice them?
What hormone builds such a desire?
Will these emotions ever die?
Words Unspoken,
Hearts sealed,
Love leaking,
Thoughts hindering.
Words untold,
By a heart dreading,
To a heart unknowing,
For a stranger unseeing.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
I watch the world from a mari-go-round twirling in circles twiddling my thumbs
Falling from the piercing thunders in the sky full of lust and deception
Silence was the enemy
My ADHD can't deny the boredom of the same old routine hindering my existence
Am I worthless?
The shallow waters awaken my dream of rainforests and other pleasant things
And reality is in the forecast with partly cloudy skies
If only it were night forever than I could be most anything
My imagination takes me further then any aircraft ever could
So I dare the challenge of the never-ending; if forever could bare the soul
I would be proof of history when I do conquer the world
Defeat is not an option
If superman existed, he would win and so can I and so can you
I do know dreams come true
There are Oscars and gold medals and soldiers overcoming death
There are angels and saints saving us from ourselves
There are wars and heroes and bad guys as well
The devil does exist but God sees them as angels who fell
I believe there is glory and freedom and peace
It mustn't just be in my head full of dreams
I will show you there is evidence if the good in the world
When your vulnerable and naive there is more than meets the eye
There are things out there you are meant to triumph if you put your best foot first
And the circles in your creating will align and amount to you, in the perfect sense of harmony in a cold and grey and cynical universe
There is yellow, there is blue there is gold but we are red
But the colors you attract to are not affirmation
You are priceless, immeasurable and incomparable even so
A savage in the heat of battle, simmering to boil
You're a warrior with the rest of them, with a stunning biography
You are destined to create glory sublime in the phenomenon of impulse and heart
Constructing immaculate stories to fill the pages of a book
We are gifts from above,
This can't all be in my head
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
One lust,
One sorrow,
One electrifying.
Together they make three,
All so different,
Nothing alike,
Yet they all intrigue me.
Lust for so long,
Forbidden temptation,
The thrill of a conquest.
Sorrow lingering,
Always there in my head,
Hindering my progress.
Electrifying capturing my thoughts,
So flirty so fun,
We are one in the same.
One plus, plus one, plus one,
Is two plus ones too many,
But what to do?
What choice should I make,
Should I,
Chose any?
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Perfection doesn’t exist
It’s a non-existing standard we can define by nothing more than our desperation and pursuit of completion
It’s deluding and is painful to bare, in fact letting of go of it opens up so many pores of acceptance and contentment without hindering ones ambition of aspiration
One shouldn’t go with the other
Perfection is not meant to go hand in hand with ambition
In fact the healthiest more achievable form of ambition is that which exist without the *********** of perfection in its walls and foundation
Ambition is healthy, the idea of perfection on the other hand is dangerous and so mythological that it causes a great deal of inadequacy to those that still hold on to its empty promises.
Let us produce great results, great being the profound collective exchange between good and bad, happy and sad, what is positive and what is negative
These are not opposing forces, that’s what perfection has convinced us of, they are parallel systems of reality that make and break it equally, as one cannot exist without the other in specific instance
Belief in perfection is as dangerous in a mentally ill person’s conviction to jump off a sky scrapper believing he can fly, it’s becomes more damaging the more we believe in it.
Perfection is not peaceful it is stagnant, it’s monotonous and deceptive
In fact perfection is cruel because it convinces is of a reality we seek and pursue when we can’t even imagine
It has no beginning nor an ending because that’d process and progress
Meaning perfection in a reality of progress never was and will never be but doesn’t want you to believe that, in fact the only thing that brought perfection into conception and gave it the nerve to even exist in our reality as the theory it exists on is the falsehood it’s made a home of in our hearts and in our souls, that’s why it’s hard to imagine but even harder to get rid of and eradicate.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
My eyes weren't burned blind with hot oil
I am not a brainwashed cult member
I do not think ignorance is bliss
And I see lies and truth as night and day
Some people speak to me
Like I've never walked outside my door
As if the truth could **** me
"But I'll tell you anyway"
We've all heard that one before
I know what's happening
I know that I am not the only person you're seeing
I know that you're vicious in your animalistic ways
The animalism that society identifies as "manly"
I'm sure others have received the text
The phone call
The words that make us feel needed
The words that make me feel like I am doing something I want to do
Even if I don't
I know that you're not perfect
I know that your mind is obsessive
And compulsive
And meticulous like neat stacks of paper
Or freshly cut grass
I still don't know how you value me
As a person
As an object
As a heart
As a brain
It could be any of the listed above
And even though you're not the perfect gentleman
I understand that people aren't perfect
I'm not blind to your mistakes
No one is covering my ears
Or hindering my senses
The truth is right in front of me
You are the truth
People look at me
As if I am an orphaned child
A recent widow
Still in denial because of the trauma
That life has presented to us
I know that you can be horrible
Cruel and abusive
At the same time
I know you can make me feel like the only person who has ever rested in your arms
And even if I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one
I accept it
Because your presence makes me feel better about myself
Your face motivates me to do well in all I do
Your body encourages me to run for miles and do hundreds of lunges
Maybe I'm using you just as much as you may be using me
We're messed up and mortified and scarred
"You can do better" they say
"You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess because you're intellectual and pretty"
What if I don't want that
What if all I want is to complacently stay
In a place that I don't necessarily belong
But it feels right
So I do
And that's why they think I'm blind
Senseless
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
Passers-By,
Out of your many faces
Flash memories to me
Now at the day end
Away from the sidewalks
Where your shoe soles traveled
And your voices rose and blend
To form the city's afternoon roar
Hindering an old silence.
Passers-by,
I remember lean ones among you,
Throats in the clutch of a hope,
Lips written over with strivings,
Mouths that kiss only for love.
Records of great wishes slept with,
Held long
And prayed and toiled for.
Yes,
Written on
Your mouths
And your throats
I read them
When you passed by.
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You're killing your body,
It's giving out under the abuse;
Your poisonous habits ending your days;
Why are you hindering your liver's use?
Oh wait, I know, you're depressed with life,
But you do realize that to us its also been a knife?
Everything has fallen apart on us too,
But this isn't something I'd ever do.
How can a person be content with harming loved ones,
It leaves me feeling so stunned.
It's clear that you don't understand love,
If a there was a deity above, it's you he'd judge.
Not me, not the homosexual,
The cutting, suffering boy,
Who has taken a toll,
Serving as your toy.
Poison your body, go ahead;
I'm not a murderer, but these thoughts are in my head.
If you want death so bad, I'll let it take you,
But I won't let you drag me along with the things you do.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
I acknowledge the consequences of keeping you,
my mind implies too many things
and my heart says otherwise-one thing.
Had i not hugged,kissed and touched you the last time we met
perhaps my theoretical decision would come lightly,
because when put in practice,i die of the good memories.
If you could stop mesmerizing me now,
possibly i will walk away and let you go..
But yet i blame you for misleading me,
i came into this relationship without LOve-Proof
and luck was on you,
you shot me into my ***** interest
and i drowned in a pool of blood.
Now that you have disclosed every hindering detail,
i can tell by the tone of your voice ,that you are unhappy.
i know how much she means to you and
how passionately you love her,
she is family,
and family comes first.
So you claim to love me,yet you filled with guilt and remorse.
I desire to know why did you get involved with me to start with..
Now you drop a bomb on me and expect me to tolerate this crap???
Sorry i loved you more than necessary,
you were spot on as per say; "i don't deserve you"
indeed you don't..
I miss you ,yet i must accept reality,pack you out of my purse and move on..>>>
~LoVE CeCE~
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
I stare through the binoculars that border my world,
my life,
my mind.
The steel rims,
walls which encase me,
limiting my sight,
my thoughts,
my knowledge.
I yearn to reach out,
to push them away,
but without them I fear I will no longer be able to see.
I feel blind already,
stumbling through my darkened doorway
to the conclusions my narrow mind rests upon.
Stumbling to the same perch,
although the route has changed,
although the facts are different.
The same limited view.
I wonder; when will I see other dazzling landscapes?
And, if I do, will I be brave enough to relinquish the safety of my curtailed vision
for the bigger picture,
a bright overview,
instead of my fuzzy focussed spot of knowledge.
Oh, binoculars, your safety is hindering.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 7:02 AM UTC
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Fairer through Fading—as the Day
Into the Darkness dips away—
Half Her Complexion of the Sun—
Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
Rallies Her Glow, like a dying Friend—
Teasing with glittering Amend—
Only to aggravate the Dark
Through an expiring—perfect—look—
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I strip you naked,
leave you firmly fixed to the spot
in the cold
encircled by a metal
fence.
You're rooted to that spot.
Without me, you'll never
leave
and with my cold metal devices
I will find the disease in you.
Driving it out
for fear it will reach the core.
--
You're curled inward,
dense limbs jumbled
hindering my stare.
Arms overlapping,
heavy with dew
clinging to each blond hair.
I carve voluptuous curves
out of your jagged exterior,
slicing membrane cleanly.
My body is worn thoroughly
and I want so badly to stop,
wrists sore, plastic catching
anything I drop.
--
Everyday is aggravated
by the sweltering sun then
you're purple in the aging cold
and wilted you sleep half done
in the embrace of dark.
I worry in the morning
I will find you gone,
but I don't burn with it
rejoicing for you have no
tongue.
--
I have untied you piece by piece
from your wire and wood cradle,
and will with loving care
hang
you.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 12:59 AM UTC
Imagination Piranhas
I walk down the street trying to analyze what I see
Two trees in the shadow connected by a power line
A duplex, abandoned, dark and silent
Simple objects that line my path and hold some story
Some deeper truth ready to be unraveled
I try to decipher this meaning
To look passed the tangible exterior
Beyond the cells and through the atoms
For some soul or sentence
Some lost ghost ready to tell a tale
But I can’t
The story is muffled and the meaning is lost
Through the trees, beyond the worn down duplex
I see only more darkness
My senses have been dulled
Overshadowed by a vermin
A sinister parasite consuming the world around me
The imagination piranhas
Callous and cold creatures
They linger in the darkness and drift through the air
Like a cancer they grow, feeding upon the beauty of the world
Made of mortar and brick that house our civilization
They dwell in the steel and noxious fumes of industrial growth
Polluting ears with their diesel engine roar
Corrupting the space between nature and thought
The imagination piranhas
Dominating the atmosphere
Hindering analysis of the universe
With bright lights that blind the story in the darkness
Their shouts and electronic noise drown out the true song
A quiet song
The imagination piranhas…
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:12 AM UTC
Laying down the law of how I react,
Each verse in tune to the universal drumbeat but the thing about
No longer strange the way that miracles occur on a day to day basis
Meditation extends beyond the lyrics
Beyond the sitting still and coming to a peace
Certainly it starts at that but where it ends well depends when one defines
The ending of the meditation
An alternative , alter , degree of difference , meaning to medition could be seen as a conscious act of thinking , but that does not mean there are limits or borders to the edges of the known in fact it extends beyond into the daily uncertainties that flow
Foolish atrocities line our mothers womb and the simple pleasures become lost in fear of life and the only way we know how to counteract that kind of pain is fear , a confused kind of fear
One of distaste and eventually ignorance , ignorance is bliss they say
Well I say it’s not ,just that , I’s ignorance can be hindering , to ignore the mission is the wonderful to breathe in the restraints of feeling as if there has to be an emotion for everything , a deep attachment that clings to the very surging’s of the soul and go open
Open the Pandoras box, of a place so called shame , and see who is waiting there , try the door marked locked because who knows what’s inside , try the bathwater before you step in you might get hot you might see that the mosquito bites are actually just a test to see if you can resist the stress if you can slide past the friction into the aspects of tests that eliminate the need to be greedy into each dead unto each creed
I hail from the land you call Thai , oh but there’s my Hatian side , tu parle francais? Well I wouldn’t know what to say but I’m French, my accent will tell you I could make a good brew but that’s the highland fence
What’s wrapped up in your DNA? Stories from a bygone age ,
What’s wrapped up in your psyche? Whole worlds that I can not see
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Shouldn’t I be in the Alps or Andes not in a baby crib?
So scared to leave the comfort of home, that I never lived.
Why can’t I grow mature and find my true self?
As the rest of society puts money and fame on the top shelf.
Passing time by, to pass the time.
Rationalize life-hindering decisions, even if the work is part-time.
Don’t let reality get in the way of your dreams,
and play into the schemes and themes of the powerful thieves.
Materialism bogging down thoughts of freedom.
Want to fly like an eagle, But the money is all spent.
How are we all so content?
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
This world...our world , got it's differences..
It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives..
People sketched, the unnecessary graphs..
in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!!
Hence created the ugliest line of division..
about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line..
and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line..
Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs..
Some chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice..
Multiplied the division deliberately..
Added up the differences wanting-ly..
We should evaporate the boundaries , we drew in our life's charts....
should redefine our lives , to decrease the death rates...
Let's choose humanity over cruelty..
Helping over hindering..
Love over hate..
Remember ,we all are alike..
'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth..
'cause every being has it's last breath..
every being has to breathe till death..
every being have to bleed when cut..
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
I wake to a cloud,
The imagined memories coming back,
So lovely they seemed in my sleep,
Such a nightmare when viewed by the truth of daylight,
Trying to shake the feelings,
I look to the steaming water to wash away the dark lies,
The flowing shower clears my mind,
But only to ponder all the freer,
The cloud has cleared to reveal the shadow,
A shadow of memory,
A shadow haunting all who have experienced pain,
Regret and betrayal are in its smoky tendrils,
Distraction is sought in activity, work, company,
But at the end of the day, darkness again consumes my senses,
Nostalgia wears a seductive smile,
And the temptation to recollect cannot be quelled,
Rather than run from the reminiscence,
I feed the shadow in my mind,
For a brief moment I give in,
I remember without hindering,
An eclipse of my soul,
I allow the dark to overwhelm,
I bleed from closed wounds,
I shed tears of the past.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
He love me in all those times I cant find strength to love myself,
letting go of his idea of my empty screams, if ever I am to need him; his guidance, his help
to me he is like the sun with his radiating smile
with his UV eyes,
and despite our fights his hot skin would still warm me during the coldest of nights.
although my pride makes words like these ones remain dorment in my chest,
He.. makes them dance with fearlessness out of my mouth still, even admist this scary hindering doubt
about our life and our lifes route..
but you see his love for me always overcomes my shouts. the pettyness of one who feels weak in her needing
telling him go, and crying as he's leaving
my tugging, and clinging I think is what scares me the most
because I know love is not loud and that love does not boast
but oh do I love him, right down to his very soul
He runs himself through me as wind runs its way through my window screen
and fills me up
like white grape juice in my favorite blue cup.
and I always know *** with him theres never any resisting how he speaks, how he looks at me
I
feel like im the only girl existing
and I can never help to think, that
I must have been a saint in a past life, for this superman,
with his angel eyes
to ever consider taking this **** up
as his wife.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC