"incapabilities" poems
I fear thyself
I fear attraction
I fear unfamiliarity
I fear attention
I fear incidence
I fear conversation
I fear interaction
I fear answers
I fear questions
I fear to tell my story
I fear to hear yours
I fear compliance
I fear conflict
I fear benevolence
I fear mutuality
I fear victimisation
I fear change
I fear to love
I fear to hate
I fear significance
I fear insignificance
I fear the lies we tell
I fear the truths we hide
I fear imprisonment
I fear freedom
I fear hope
I fear despair
I fear old age
I fear children
I fear intelligence
I fear ignorance
I fear to take
I fear to give
I fear to borrow
I fear to loan
I fear to exchange
I fear to teach
I fear to learn
I fear to laugh
I fear to cry
I fear to be
I fear not to be
I fear to be afraid
I fear to be brave
I fear to die
I fear to live
I fear discomfort
I fear responsibility
I fear to gain
I fear to lose
I fear victory
I fear defeat
I fear antrophy
I fear hypertrophy
I fear inertia
I fear activity
I fear obedience
I fear disobedience
I fear justice
I fear injustice
I fear totality
I fear poverty
I fear embarrassment
I fear addiction
I fear declamation
I fear guilt
I fear pride
I fear delusion
I fear unfulfillment
I fear my apathy
I fear to be wakeful
I fear to be tired
I fear my capabilities
I fear my incapabilities
I fear my dreams
I fear my nightmares
I fear women
I fear men
I fear being disabled
I fear misinterpretation
I fear misrepresentation
I fear altruism
I fear limitation
I fear to endear
I fear to inspire
I fear to forget
I fear to remember
I fear self doubt
I fear discrimination
I fear starvation
I fear migration
I fear fragility
I fear formality
I fear banality
I fear enticement
I fear cruelty
I fear judgement
I fear to embrace
I endure what I fear
I endure because I must
I endure myself because I fear
Endure thyself
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
The music
Somehow
Managed to be
Manifested
By the duo
A deaf girl
And a blind boy
Worked
To create this work
Of art
One reads
The notes allowed
While the other strokes
The keysIn synch
They play together
Brail fails
To satisfy the imagination
And the
The hand signs
Signal
Your handicapped
Incapabilities
In case instability
Isn’t enough
To remind her
Reminders forgotten
By forging talents
Forming
As a Shaper of souls
The
Lost and found
They create a presence
Presented
As a musical performance
The conformants
Go with the flow
And accept their fate
Society tells
This peculiar pair’s
Tale
Is unlike any other
Fate begs for a chance
To show her powers
While the duo denies
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
Pity him, or her...pity them
Pity those victims of devastation
And infestations
And molestation
Pity the children...those abandoned babies
But it is not enough...
Please...do something beyond pity.
Pity those in extreme poverty,
Suffering from incapabilities...
Pity those with agonizing hearts
Because of missing body parts
Marred, disfigured, debilitated
Physically,
Emotionally
Psychologically..
But, it is not enough
Please...do something beyond pity.
Pity even those with aching hearts
Devastated, with broken hearts
Who find it difficult to heal
Believe again, a cruel world, so real.
Be guided,in reflecting,
There are others more deserving,
Beware of those who are self-serving
Know who are in most need of caring
Know that, beyond pity, there's more to be done
Much can be done...If we all try to be one.
Sally
Copyright April 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
#abandonedbabies #abusedchildren #molestation #devastation #incapabilities #pity #npmimportant
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
I let the ink speak for me cause frequently
i got a foolish tongue.
Weak words absorbed in long one man conversations.
It's funny how it seems to be.
Everything used to flow so easily.
But now i'm stuck. Nothing is more fluid.
I tryna do it. The more i put into it, the more i fail.
Tryna give birth to a wise vocabulary,
but i paralize when i look into your eyes.
I kinda lost myself in you when our intelects connected.
I reacted bad, i'm verbal passive,
cause i lack communication skills, conversation killer.
Chilling on a J Dilla track.
I'm on a tactic missionary. Dyslectic dictionary
effected by my own ways and sinful vissionary.
I guess i can't feed you, but i need you.
I put my soul on paper, naked like a see-through shirt
I hope you know how much you're worth.
And that you're much better than what i deserve.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
One size never fits all
She hates when I suit her perfectly
And make her feel regular
If I don't make her feel special or unique she doesn't feel oblique
She hates when things are even
Even when she's a believer
She's acknowledges that I'm a great guy
She says that she know I have good intentions
And that I am careful
And cheerful
Which makes her fearful
And even more tearful
She is more comfortable if the fit is snug or skinny
Boot or loose
Just right do not compliment her curvaceous past experiences
She said that in past experiments
She was always wrong when she thought a guy was just right
So now she like them to come scuffed, cut-up, dingy and stained
The defects don't allow their incapabilities to turn into pain
They are now ruined from the time she run into them in the isle, so when they happen to be foul she just wince with a owww
"If I flood her with love she's bound to drown"
She once told me that I was "too good to be true"
She stated how she feels "that if I feel too good about something that's a bad sign"
And I just feel that I came into her life at a bad time
If she would have been tried me on she would still be comfortable
Me and her
...
Her favorite pair
Now she stay with bags in her hands as if she have eight legs
A pair for any day and any way that she feels
I left the rack, but she didn't remove my tag, then she kept the receipt to return me back
...
My kind is that neat pile
My kind is out of style
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
Towering incapabilities
Mistaken flaws.
Mere reflections of my soul
That thrive to tear me apart.
The fear to fall under the weight
Of endless desires and accusations.
My weakness, my indulgence
The truth holds me down.
My inability to hide
My face it, swirls with emotions.
Dangerous dreams,
They lurk in me.
When will I understand
The world has let me down?
Drunken schemes
Pitiless words.
Reckless thoughts
Dark desires.
The day will come
When I drive myself off the cliff.
The day will come
When only sleep gives me solace.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
I loved the way your secrets felt at night,
how I felt poetry between our skin,
like silk
as you peeled back my fragile incapabilities,
alive within my bed sheets
and always asked for a million
forevers.
this poem is written in past tense
and now I know how different
quiet and silent
feel.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
What if no one ever sees in you
What I see in you?
What if people only see your incapabilities?
And find you inferior
And think you're not strong
Even though, inside, you are capable, superior
And stronger than anyone
Look at how you speak so surely that someone will see it
In you,
What I see in you
Look at how strong and sure you are
But what if all these blind, close-minded, selfish people on earth
Don’t see that
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 3:34 PM UTC
What makes a lovely lady or a bad B***h as people claim?
Is it that she can twerk Bend it over or "Bust it down" Is it cuz she's ratchet (Hudson brothers/Funky Dineva voice) or How her "humps" (Black eyed peas) or As some say ******* sit right..A** so phat perhaps" But what if her figure shows she has no A** at all
Next before I say whats in her head...Let me break down the outsid. First, can and if her hair can she get some natural love for that. Two for whatever weave or extensions she has can we please extend our knowledge to get to know the higher insides of someone before we seek their lower one's
If she has no or short hair at all can people stop short coming her or give her no respect or decent courtesy at all (ALL Right) Here's the inside part we as females been socialized to have the greatest appearance but unfortunately due to emotional instability and many incapabilities we or some of us Us have no sense of confidence or Endearance
With all this said I go back to that title of this piece Based off a sing called "That thing"
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Why do I feel that I go unnoticed. I'm just another face in the crowd. I'm nothing special just one more dinner setting, one more person you thought about inviting, one more little sister that fell through the cracks. Maybe I'll just keep on wishing, and dreaming that one day I will actually like myself. I guess being comfortable in my own skin would be nice for a change. Because in reality I am noticed. Maybe too often and for the wrong reasons but still I am seen. I am called out on my flaws and my incapabilities. I've been told that I'm pretty but, I don't see it. I've been told that I'm funny but, I don't buy it. I've been told that I'm desired but, I don't believe it. You say that i'm one of a kind and I can't be replaced. But all I want to do is smack that smirk right off your face. Now maybe if I could see myself the way you do I wouldn't cry myself to sleep but wipe away the tears and just count sheep.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
What is it
That you do with in your head?
That you can not do with out?
What is it that transpires through your brain limited by your actions due to social incapabilities?
What are the trains that you ride on through the circuits in your brain made of?
Impossibilities due to a breakdown in the laws of physics?
A flaw created by the treatment of another flaw of the universe?
A baby held back in its own bliss by its own supreme intelligence?
A fellow team mate who can not be with out the being of others?
A trusted business man who is never busy?
Or is it the main flow of energy through the tunnels of time under the watchful eye of eternity?
What is it that you do in your head?
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
I am a blankhead writer. I wrote a nonsense poem. I write a pointless prose. I used to sell my 1000 words of claptrap for a one dollar bill to the low market publishers in town for a hopeless living. I used to walk on the busy street of Metropolis looking for job-flyers. I was scammed, robbed, snatched and been kidnapped. I even been tortured to death but managed to survive. I am a blankhead writer.
I am a blankhead writer. I dreamt to be a famous author in town. I imagined my scap works on the best seller bookstands in the corner of the bookstores. I tried to call myself brilliant despite of my incapabilities---mind incapabilities to be exact. I am a blankhead writer.
I am a blankhead writer. Like how I used to be. I wrote a nonsense poem. I write a pointless prose. I usually forget the goals along the way. I always choose raw emotions over witty decisions. I always make a plan for everything and give up. I let every little opportunity slides on my hand. I wonder how I called myself a writer. Maybe because, I am a blankhead writer.
I am a blankhead writer. Alive but barely living. Trying to keep up on everything that was left behind. Dreaming but can’t find the urge catching up. Losing tracks continually. Lost determination, inspiration, everything to keep myself moving. Yes, I was indeed a blankhead writer.
I am a blankhead writter. I loved and been loved. I leave and was left behind. Was hurt just how every human named it. I cried, so hard that I even want to **** my eyes out from it’s socket. I starved just how the poor lost child felt along the busy street. I fought and I lose. I have been bewitched and have never been reclaimed. I am a blankhead writer.
I am the blankhead writer. Yes, its me. . I wrote this nonsense poem. I wrote the pointless prose. I know nothing but breathing. I never fought for the right nor speak for the good. I never look in the eyes of those old weak men I met in the road. I am afraid and scared. I am heartless and brainless. I have nothing but dead conscience. I have ... I have nothing because – I am the blankhead writer.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
There is no safest way to face your own darkness and pain
Running from it won't help, it will always catch up to you one way or another
Hiding from it will only eat you up inside, for its the silent parasite that pretends to be passive
You are a lot stronger and braver than you think
You are beautiful and wonderfully made
You don't deserve to cry all your life, you are much precious than that
Pain and sadness is Only a "part" of your life, its not the whole picture
Identify the things that is keeping your from being happy
Bring it to the light by laying it all down through a prayer
For only God knows your heart better than anyone
You don't even have to say a single word for he knows what you need
He Loves you more than anyone could ever love you
For his Love surpasses all understanding
He sees you beyond your failures, your pain, your regrets and incapabilities
For in His eyes, your are always "Enough"
Jun 27, 2021
Jun 27, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
When you ask how much I love you
My voice seems to sink, seems to
Too easily find the trench in my heart where
Insecurities and incapabilities reside
Due not to lack of willful telling but
Due to lack of willful selling
... selling you warmth of "us"
... selling you the state of "love"
My love
Exists only where words do not
In a sacred space of give and take not time but
Space... ah, yes. Space.
Enough to fill the spaces of doubt in your mind
Enough to love your heart to love mine back in
Space that we create
That our effort designs so...
When you ask how much I love you
And my voice seems to sink
Close your eyes, kiss my lips.. feel the answer
In the place my heart beats skips
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
Why do we keep putting ourselves down
Believing in our own lies?
How creative are we to fool ourselves with our own words
Trusting them as realities.
Following my own set of rules to destruction,
Craving for validation and people to our own happiness,
When happiness is just a state of mind not a result.
The culprit, the brainchild, the source, "thoughts".
Barriers and walls are broken
Beliefs are bent,
The mind goes to the hole of confusion,
When we realize there were no walls to begin with.
All and all being created,
Imaginatively, concretely,
Each measure of the brick
So true and so false.
Tricks and games
Manipulation and lies
All has a reason
And all with an end.
But embedded in it,
Lies a piece of wisdom
A wise reaction to the actions
An answer to our very "thoughts".
This short span of creation called "life"
Why do we tend to lead it with worry?
To inadequacy and lack of trust,
While all we have to do was just to love ourselves.
Love ourselves so much till we love every single being.
Appreciate each incapabilities as our unique traits,
Each failures as our own personalities,
Every mistakes as our biggest prizes won.
As in these lies our biggest trust to ourselves,
To the construction of our own personalities,
To the acceptance we so crave for
And also, to love and be loved.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC