"independant" poems
I am the Individual Isness incarnated in this body.
I am not the body.
I have travelled through many lifetimes in many bodies.
always learning learning learning.
I have developed nous from my experiences only.
I WILL NOT EVER-
accept a mind in my head.
accept any conditioned identity as being me.
cede control over my brain centres to any mind or groupmind
that exists anywhere..
I WILL NOT EVER--
cede control over my brain centres to any conditioned identity or
group conditioned identity that exists anywhere.
or accept that any other but me,the Individual Isness, using my brain centres,using my brain the way I,the Individual Isness,want to and can do
to be in charge of the brain centres in the head of this body that I,the Isness,am incarnated in.
I WILL NOT EVER--
be prey to opinion-formers and experts and pie charts and
focus groups and surveys.
be manipulated by PR men and women in shiny suits.
see Edward Bernays book--Propaganda.
be manipulated by GroupMinds into thinking their way.
be taken in by brutal security forces posing as "guardians of peace.
respect in any way any member of any military forces anywhere
no matter how fancy the uniforms or excuses for ****** they wear.
I do not respect these parasites anywhere as they are nothing more than paid mercenary murderers on behalf of various Oligarchies..
see Jaques Ellul's book--Propaganda.
I WILL NOT EVER--
take any dangerous addictive cancer causing drugs
such as Alcohol and Tobacco primarily--
food additives...
No one has ever died from any cannabis product.
or from LSD or Mesccaline or Psylocybin.
believe in any so-called "god" or "goddess".
believe in any so-called "prophet" of any so-called "god"or "goddess".
accept any so-called "holy" book as valid or truthful
or valuable in any way except as
emergency papers to roll a grass joint
or to wipe my **** on.
be taken in by depraved words and concepts in any of these so-called "holy "books that have led to endless wars and still ongoing terrorism and atrocities in the name of one bloodthirsty "god" or "goddess".
I WILL NOT EVER--
accept anything as reality unless I can see clearly that
it is beyond duality.
accept any Conditioned Identity as me.
For I am the Isness which is a small but equal,individual,
autonomous and independant part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe--!.
which is not a "soul" or Atman or spirit
or any other religious concoction.
I WILL NOT EVER---
accept Mind as a necessary evil
accept GroupMind as a necessary evil.
I WILL NOT EVER ---
eat junk food of any kind.
drink tap water anywhere except in direst emergency.
eat white sugar or any other pure carbohydrate.
be a hypocritical moralising vegetarian.
become stoopid through bowing and scraping
and stooping at stupas.
I will be just a Self realised man living on a big ball in space
with a Self Realised woman playing and singing and dancing the Song of Our Lives.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Innocence lost and forgotten
Innocence did it exist once?
Innocence such a weird concept
A childhood of sit down and shut up
A childhood of being ignored
A childhood of ‘im not here to take care of you’
A childhood of taking care of herself
Teenage years with no mother
Teenage years with ****
Teenage years with suicide attempts
Teenage years spent pining for what was lost.
Every child dreams of being independant
Every child dreams of the day their parents leave
Every child wants freedom
Until
Until its in your fate
Until your alone
Until you have to figure things out
Until its 3A.M and you're crying
Until you fantasize about yelling matches
Until then you dont know what freedom costs
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC
It's horrifying to think how alone I feel without a best friend.
No chommie, no bff, no partner in crime,
No nachos to my cheese dip, no cream to my chocolate suplime...
There's no-one I can really talk to-
No-one I can trust.
No-one I can tell all my problems to without Judgement or Disgust.
The loneliness is killing me, it's eating me inside out;
But it's fine, I'm independant, I'll have to be strong,
Even though I'm not a lone wolf, I guess that's how it's just gonna' be...
Well until one day, when I finally find another Me.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
I know a girl that got pregnant at the age 14. When she turned 15 a month later she had her baby. When she saw her baby girl for the first time she was so happy. The way the baby looked reminded her of the baby's father. When the baby's father saw her for the first time he cried because of how beautiful the baby was. He knew right then he had a responsiblity of another life. He knew he had to show his daughter the right way to live her life and so did the baby's mom. Well that happened just not the way you would think. The child had to go through alot to learn what to do and not to do and know how to live her life. She had to learn the way that was the hardest way she knew. She had to see her mom get taken away from her so much and she would be cry histarically for her mom she would kick the police and bite them to be with her mom. She didnt want her mom to go away from her. She hated having her step dad around becuase he was always so verbally and physically abusive to her mommy. She would watch her step dad hit her mom and leave her bruises. The little girl got abused when she was little by her biological dad twice. The first time she had to do a report and that is it and then went to fostercare. The second time she did a report and then went to the police station to get pictures done of the proof. Then she went home and went to school the next day. While she was at school the police came to talk to her and take more pictures. Then 2 people took the girl to a fostercare home and she spent 5 days there. While she was there her mommy was in jail for drugs. Her mommy was a drug addict and didnt want to come and get her. The only reason she did was because the little girl was going to be in perminant fostercare. If her mommy wouldn't get her. Her mommy and family would never get too see her. All this still haunts her but her life has gotten amazingly better. She has a job and is going to school and is going to graduate in 2012. She is a very determined strong independant women and hard worker. She loves kids and loves her parents alothough they put her through all that. She loves her whole family and would do anything to make them happy. She will protect them and take care of them. She also has 5 sisters and 2 brothers. she would take a bullet for them each and everyone of them not matter what she will always be there for them. Even if they do something she doesnt agree with or bad she will still always be there for them. That is what a true family member does for her family.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
Angels make horrible pets
and enemies
and devils
should be fluffy
unjustifiably weak
enough to mend organs and sink into the mind
enough to swallow ignorant earth
wipe off bodies
set down times
True-believers, and under-achievers
complacent *****
everyone is different
made of hydrogen and certainty
sinking through the orb of space
contracting and expanding independant of the nature of the universe
I shall not be the mosquito
the construction site down in your valley settled with liquid fluidity
couldn't survive paradise
straightened on the sands
whisper love songs
as quiet as fury
slow like my touch
tactile truth
realistic moisture
and this isn't how
a home is wrecked,
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:36 AM UTC
that's all you have.
Ive got words too but I don't use them
to describe my "inner landscape".
they just get in the way of "experiential knowingness"
of my personal energy field of unconditional love,
they just get in the way of being my beingness,
for I am where there are no edges.
For I am and equal individual independent and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe,
which you can immerse yourself in,
merge into and become as one with me,
like I am eternally one with you.
if you can drop the Mind and Conditioned Identity in the head,
of the body that you are incarnated in temporarily,
just for this your latest lifetime,
and it could be your last lifetime as a human being..
that's the only condition--drop the Mind--let it go--you don't need it--
but it needs you to deceive and manipulate.
The Mind needs you to survive but you don't need the Mind to survive
for you are as I am and we all are eternal and self sufficient,
beyond edges and dimensions.
Just imagine the Universe and all that is in it inside your head,
impossible you cry but that's truthfulness in action.
I know who you really are even though Ive never met you
and am unlikely to ever meet you,and when I say you I don't mean your body--.
I don't mean your "name" or curriculum vitae or certificates on a wall--or photographs of a face among billions .
I mean you--the individual Isness--that small part of me that you are--as I am that small part of you that I am.
The body is just a vehicle made from mere flesh,to get you from point A--birth--to point B --death--.
it has attributes and emotions and possibilities but it most definitely is not and never can be YOU or me--.
Youre incarnated in it in order to realise your true nature as a small but equal independent individual and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.
You are,like me,the Isness of the Universe incarnated for this lifetime
in the body that surrounds you but unlike me you are
in the grip of Mind permanently--unless you dissolve Mind consciously.
Minds are the obstacle to union with the Isness of the Universe
and I am the Isness of the Universe incarnated in this body--
just like you are--and so the mind in the head of that body is
the obstacle to union with me.
The only difference between you and I ,female or male,
is that I am permanently Mindless by choice
and you are struggling towards
becoming permanently Mindless--unknowingly.
My struggle to become Mindless
and Conditioned Identityless is over thankfully,these last few years.
I live in the body but the body is not me.
I use the body for my many pleasures
but no pleasures of the body can compare to the pleasure
of being in union with the Isness of the Universe.
One can only be in Union with the Isness of the Universe when one is Mindless.
Words are absolutely useless for describing my inner state--
for my inner state is not of the body--
it is not made or nourished by the body--
my inner state can only be experienced.
Words cannot set you free--they can only make you a lifelong prisoner of Mind--the controller of what should be your words--but arent.
And individual Minds must coalesce into GroupMinds
which are families and relations and clans and tribes and races and nations and religions and politics and all the other groups that prevent you from becoming your true nature which is that of being a small but equal,individual,independant and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.
You have always that encompassing edge to your body--the skin.
I have no edges--my skin is permeable and insubstantial.
I am the Universe extant.
I am the Isness of the Universe.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
make a mess of me.
peel me apart until my insides are exposed.
tell me who I am:
dumb, **** trouble, fickle, helpless, weak, crazy, damaged, bitter, *****
tell me who I'm not:
beautiful, independant, successful, innovative, compassionate, patient, wise.
now tell me something I don't know.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
I sit disgustingly high on my throne
Looking down at those who don't share the same pigment
A sliver plate was placed in front of me at birth
On it had everything i’d ever need
Financial stability, a house, clothes
Food, parents, education, safety
My heart pumps nothing but racism through my veins
An artery of cruelty and death
I strongly believe that ‘diversity’ equals white genocide
More of them means
Less attention on me
Confederate flags litter my house
My car, my clothes
A simple reminder of the good ol’ days
Kicking them, Kidnapping them, Killing them
My life is now
Being waited on hand and foot
My every move watched
My every need taken care of
My husband
As rich and powerful as he is
Through his fragile and egotistical nature
Shows no mercy to me and my kids
I will never struggle to provide for my family
I started my life on the top of the ladder
For my skin is my privilege
Someone is lying….
If i showed you a mere glimpse of my life
And the world’s nearly unbearable
Weight on me
Would you believe it?
I carry a list of illnesses from A to Z
A suicidal uncle who no longer shares
the same air as me
Colour, race, and religion
Hold no limitations to my pain
The day in ,the day out
Cold, Suffering
I will not be constricted to
the rules set on whites
By whites
I am defined by my actions
I stand before you as I am
I am well read and independant
Fiery and calm
I walk my path with integrity pulling my head high
And shoulders back strong
I am made from my experiences
I am not constrained to my personal history
I was taught this social cancer
But surely, this can always be forgotten
For my skin is my privilege
And my privilege is being me
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
The movement of speech,
speaking swiftly with eloquence
alliterative, quixic, elloqution,
enunciation, pitch, tone, intensity,
sensivity, proper, and evident,
prosody, and brilliant speaker,
followed by a brilliant speech,
we all would love to listen to
a great idea. Or write down
the secrets to success, to pay
bills and not get hit on by voodoo.
I heard them lye, lie, and then lie.
Lye like ***** hands needing soap.
Lie like there are no stars ever in the sky.
Lie like in bed with a ghost,
and then a ******* mindful of racists
with a passing grade for the bar exam
treated the 3 above outstanding resources
to the trinity to tell us to work with an Oath.
The availability to be independant is a solvency
to a cross examination, and the property of freedom
is a handsome reward if you can pry open the
jar of Trinity. We wanted a badass to be the President
and I know, that we just might get what we ask for.
Remember to study your own favorite poets
a dedication to a life in the fast lane of the
most Amazing manner of all time.
We may just be the newest monastery in the world.
So when we all say something, like all 7 billion of us.
We GET it.
DO NOT F&%^$^$ TOUCH ME, EVER! Lol.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Thank you.
I have no place to stay.
I need to regroup;
to organise my life.
I really appreciate this.
**** you.
I feel humiliated.
I need to be independant;
to stand on my own.
I feel really ashamed.
Thank you.
I am learning to be humble.
I need to shed my pride;
to lessen my arrogance.
I accept this humiliation,
on the road to humility.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
**How many people saw an apple drop before Newton?
And probably named it something else...
Like "blaaaah"?
Who came up with the idea of wishing upon a shooting star?
Another man
Another scar
Forever visible, on the skin of an independant thinker?
Man made idieologies, either complimenting
Or supressing personalities
Do not let education ruin your originality
Do not
Be ****** into mob psychology
Like dogs
Pick that which is beneficial to you
To the rest
Yes, be skeptic
Not everything they teach is true
An education is one of the most important things a man can do
I mean 'can get'
See? Right there? I messed with you
And turned a fact into a much more ineresting read
I owe that to being educated
Also to the fact that I think out of the box
These words, I don't 'write'
I 'feel', I 'bleed'
Education is overrated, and at the same time underappreciated
Makes no sense?
Indeed
It's not supposed to
I'm just saying that I'm not opposed to
The idea of learning something new
As long as it is something you want to do
Or something beneficial to you
At the same time, not everything they tell you is true
Self education is more of what I do
These days
Change these ways, the system put in place
Stay intelligent
Mind's independantly placed
Knowledge, creativity, confidence... straight face
I call it 'streetelligent'.**
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 6:36 AM UTC
my "insensitivity"
isn't stemmed from negativity,
but more so a desire
to think about it logically.
a life without stress
is when i do my best.
and don't take that as distance,
but my choice
to be sep ara te.
independant.
me, myself, and i
mind, body, and soul.
woven together underneath
the attachment of my surface layer.
hidden from most,
deemed "unreadable."
my "detachment"
a word often describing my
lack of attention-
is not a reflection
of my affection,
or a distraction
from my emotions,
but a reflection
taking place of a reaction.
my "cold heart"
is not the polar
to a warm heart.
it is simply the polar
to a fiery heart,
but it burns
just as fiercely.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
My Mind
An inner sanctum of peace
Where the calmest whisper can be heard over a thousand miles of tranquility
My Mind
A battleground
Where a thousand thoughts clash
Each seeking to find the truth
My mind
A storeroom
Filled with a lifetime of memories
From infancy to manhood
Each shaping my views and perceptions molding me into the man I am
My Mind
A green field of grass
Where dreams come out to play
Where imagination makes out with reality on a stack of hay
My mind
A growing tree
who's branches seek to absorb rays of knowledge passed down from above
My mind
A caricature of a person born a little over 22 years ago
My Mind
A lone bird soaring through a tumultuous sky, unfazed by its surroundings steady on its path
My mind
A dessert Island
A place of beauty un-compared where mathematical equations are laid to rest effortlessly
My Mind
Um....:) sometimes goes blank in the face of beauty
My Mind
A jungle
If I let you explore do you promise to keep its treasures close to heart
My mind
A fine African automobile
On a slow Sunday afternoon drive, appreciating the scenery we call life
My mind
A classic beat
Who's calm melody is ripped apart by compound metaphors and violent punch lines
My mind
.....doesn’t always agree with my Soul
My mind
A train laden with thought north bound
Stopping off at reflection eternal
Hoping to reach Zion’s Holy ground
My mind
Two things all at once
Light and dark
Right and wrong
The past and future
Its here right now while its away
My mind
Made up its own mind
To define my destiny
My mind
Untamed
A beast born off black and white
My mind
A speaker
In this box called my body
My mind
Open
Independant a Government in its own
My mind
New
like shool, a resident of the condition
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 8:35 AM UTC
I recently went through a spell
When I had one minor and two major operations
In rather quick succession
One of the consequences of this was
That I didn't see my grandkids for months on end
Primary schools being, as they are
The Petrie dishes for all human disease
So, it was decided that as I was either waiting for
Or recovering from surgery
To keep them away from me
Until I was in the clear
And when I was in the clear
I was soooo glad to see four of them
The youngest of my grandkids
Are twin boys, far from identical
And at this time they were about six
One standing a head taller than the other
And at seperate points in the day
Independant of each other
Each twin said the same thing
"Grampy, I thought you were allergic to kids."
And to each I gave the same reply
Once I stopped laughing
"Ah well, sometimes it's better than others."
I can see the picture now
"Mummy, why can't we see Grampy?"
Jenny, doing a thousand other things
And no time for explanations
"Grampy's allergic to kids!"
By Phil Roberts
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
Elisha~
Elisha is my daughter.
Just as beautiful as can be.
My baby is so cuddly,
Yet, so deary independant.
Elisha is not quite four months old.
Just as tiny as you can see.
My girl is so truly mine.
I hear her breathing, so peacefully.
Her heartbeat keeps in
Rhythm with mine.
Her ****** features are those of mine.
Elisha will always be my little one as you know...
I am her loving mommy!
Love, Mommy~
1989
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
a steady calm, a deep knowing
unhurried, unworried
Soul growth is primary,
a journey, never stationary
independant, yet woven together
always honouring one another
Love does not boast or confine
if one must go, give them time
birds in the sky, snakes in the sand
they never worry about being fed
or by which Hand
God is all-knowing
though we are gifted with free will,
there is a plan for each life
woven together by His intricate skill
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
when I am all alone in my room it's peaceful physically. Although mentally my head is so busy and loud its not funny. I tend to stare off into space and think about my mom and and dad actually my whole biological family. How there not there for me and never have been unless it was to have something to be blamed on me even if I didnt do it. I would take the blame for it and move on hurt in everyway you could imagine. Hurt to the piont where I could let go of them and never look back again. Although I just keep going back back to get there approval over every little thing. So I can just feel there love even if it hurt me I knew it was still love love from them. As I live with a non bio family member I think I am wasting alot of time by hurting myself and them alot. When I have a family right where I am that loves me like I was there biological family memeber. There child and there sister. I dont need to go through all the pain I put myself into to get the love I am looking for I have it right where I am. The parents treat me just like there children. The kids they treat me like there own sisters and brother. I believe I was sent through all the things I was sent through so I could know and feel what a real family feels like. Like conconditional love and disapline. They consider me one of there children when they introduce me to someone they already know they introduce me as there daughter. I know that they love me and would do anything to protect me from any harm at all no matter what I know if my husband was beating me or my children my mom would kick his *** tell he couldnt move and would go to jail for it. I know thats how much they love me and same thing with my dad. Of course I still love my biological parents I always will but I know 100% I am safe, wanted blame free when its not my fault and loved right where I am. For me to be able to move on and heal my wounds my biological family did to me I have to let them go. That doesnt meen I wont ever get to see them it meens not putting myself out there to see them and in the end getting hurt. I have to remind myself if they want to see me they will call me I don't have to call them and set myself up for hurt. Even if they don't call me and don'twant to see me I now that I didnt do anything wrong. I have a family right here to love me and give me the attention I need that I never had. To give me advice when I need it to guide me in the right path to disapline me into a strong independant women. So when its time to flap my wings and fly I can do it on my own and do strong. Stronger then I even imagined I can ever be before I met Kelly and Carl my true parents. The ones that have shown me the true meening of life, family and love. They have shown me I don't need the extra baggage on me and need my biological parents to approve every little thing I do. That I don't need to get hurt by my biological parents and family and be blamed for every little thing my parents did while I was a child I can live through life not feeling guilty for taking the blame for that because I know it wasnt my fault I was just a child being put through hell and back. Shoved from one home to another and blamed for my biological parents drugs and alcohol abuse. I can let all of it go and live and soon flap my wings and fly my life the way it should have been flown in the begining. How do I let go of all the extra baggage is support from my true family and my true friends. I would never be able to get through life without them.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
Don't worry yourself
think of the exploring you'll do alone
no one to drag you down
alone
alone
the word rings around my head
the most depressing decibel I ever heard.
No one to drag you down because
you have SUCH an imagination
how could this POSSIBLY be a bad thing
look in the dictionary under independant; you're the definition.
definition however
finds no hold in a mind made only of galaxies
the expanse is endless
thought can stretch so thin
I lose the beginning of an idea into space
and end up floating in the quiet vacuum of my head
I needed you
to be
the corners of my mind
a framework
to attach my grandiose ideas and give them meaning
to know
that I am more than just synapses
firing at random into the dark
that I am a physical being.
I needed you to hinge me to reality,
because otherwise
I am just stardust and matter
trapped in a skull.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
BRIAN ALLAN PARADING AROUND THE COUPLES
I’M BRIAN ALLAN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU
WALKING AROUND THE MALL, BEHIND A YOUNG COUPLE
WITH MY COKE CAN IN MY HAND
AND THEN WITH THE SAME COKE CAN
I WALKED AROUND A MIDDLE AGED COUPLE
AND THEN GOT ANOTHER COKE CAN
AND I DID IT AGAIN, AS I ROTATED IT ABOUT 4 HOURS AT THE MALL
ALL THE SINGLE INDEPENDANT WALKERS ALL WENT YEAH TO ME
LIKE I STUCK WITH THE COUPLES, NOT CARING FOR THE LITTLE GUY
AND I SAID, I AM A KID AND YOU ARE A MAN
AND HE SAID, YEAH, YOUR A KID ALRIGHT, A LITTLE YEAH MATE YEAG KID, BUDDY
THEN I BOUGHT ANOTHER COKE CAN AND I ROTATED IN ONE OLD
COUPLE AND A YOUNG COUPLE AND A MIDDLE AGED COUPLE
SAYING I WAS A LITTLE COOL KID, TO ALL THE FAMILIES
AS I SAT BEHIND EACH COUPLE, SIPPING MY COKE
AND THE COUPLE SPOKE TO EACH OTHER, ABOUT WHAT THEY WERE
AT THE MALL FOR, WHILE ME, WELL, I LEFT THEM
AND SAT THERE LIKE A BIG SHY PERSON, CAUSE I WAS TOO SHY
TO ENJOY LIFE THEY THOUGHT, AND THEN I JUMPED UP AND SCREAMED
HEY LADIES, HAVE YA EVER HAD A MAN, GOES AWAY FOR BUSINESS
AFTER FALLING IN THE CAN, HE COMES HOME LATE AT NIGHT FROM WORK
YA COOKED HIM DINNER AND I CALLED HIM A ****
AND THEN THE ATMOSPHERE CAME BACK
I FOLLOWED ANOTHER YOUNG COUPLE AROUND THE MALL WITH MY COKE
AND THEN I FOLLOWED ANOTHER OLD COUPLE THROUGH THE MALL
AND I ROTATED THIS FOR A LONG TIME
AND THEN DAD CAME IN THE MALL, AND I PLAYED COOL FOR THE SCHOOL TEACHER
WITH THE KIDDIES, DESPITE THEM TEASING ME, MOST OF THE DAY
THROUGH ME FOLLOWING THE COUPLES AROUND
AFTER DAD LEFT, I HAD THE COOL KID LOOK, OF WHAT HAPPENS IF YA DRINK COKE
AND PARADE AROUND BEHIND THE COUPLES ALL DAY
AT NIGHT, ON WEEKDAYS, I WOULD SIT WITH MY MUM AND DAD
AND BROTHER AND HIS GIRLFRIEND
HAVING A WONDERFUL CHIN WAH, AND THEN I WILL GO DOWN
TO THE BACK AND BE A BIG COOL KID TO THE COUPLES
PLAYING A SHOW IN MY ROOM TO ALL THE YOUNG DUDES
IN THE BACK OF MY HOUSE
AND ON OTHER NIGHTS, LIKE FRIDAY AND SATURDAY
OFF TO THE NIGHTCLUBS TO DANCE WITH THE HOT WOMEN THERE
ALL THIS ROTATED FOR 3 YEARS, AND I DID 3 YEARS GETTING HOPELESSLY DRUNK
WHICH GOT RID OF MY ROTATING FROM ONE COUPLE TO THE OTHER
I WAS A COOL PERSON BACK THEN
AND NOW, THAT BIG KOOMARRI MAN TO MUCK AROUND WITH IS
AN ARTIST, WRITER, AND A YOUTUBE ENTERTAINER
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
11:32 pm July 4th
I love fireworks.
I feel like a kid on July 4th,
but someone in the crowd was wearing the same cologne you wore, and all of a sudden I could't look at the fireworks anymore.
Instead I was looking for you
wondering if we were looking at the same thing?
I started thinking about "what if's" and "i wish"
I wish I was under the fireworks with you.
What if I hadn't ****** it up?
Would I be under the fireworks with you?
I called you.
We haven't spoken in months, but I had to try
and I practiced what I was gonna say over and over on the way home, if by chance you picked up.
You're all I could think about- Again.
Even though I knew you wouldn't answer, I called.
I tried so hard to be independant.
I tried so hard to not need you.
I tried so hard to be okay without you.
I tried so unbelievably hard not to think about you when I'd rather be asleep
I was good at it for a few months.
I told myself I was okay because "I am my own"
I spent so much time running form that, being afraid to give in and belong to you
But now I know
Its become clear now that I always have and always will.
and I've lost you
you said we have no future together
I couldn't see where I was going anymore, I'd never pictured my future without you ever before, but apparently you had already decided there was no future to envision.
Keep me in your mind as the girl who was so afraid of your love that it destroyed her; forced her to re-create herself with new knowledge of what was hidden from her while she was in the dark.
if nothing at all.
Because I know now
and I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
Now every july 4th will mark the day I became a cliche
Because I realized too late how good I had it.
I love you
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
I always wonder about certain sectors that has harem of women,
at their beck and call.
Solely reserved for them.
Not willing to share them.
Like a slave girl in waiting.
Simply waiting for a invitation.
While the allege number one harem holds the rank.
This one man holding himself out as leader.
All because certain rules dictates this logic.
Sometimes make wonder.
Do they feel love?
Or simply need to be wanted?
Obvious, once selected they must submit.
Any reject of him.
Might means she will be killed.
Sometimes make wonder.
If it's worthy the trouble for the women.
Being apart of a harem.
Some say, it's a culture thing.
But we see this in many regions of countries.
Where women let the man dictate their life?
Oh, what a life?
You can't move without his permission.
You can't be independant in anyway.
Your ways are dictated from day to day.
This ia all apart of being a harem.
Oh, yes.
Stupidity in the making.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
two loves compared
mine and yours
your man buys you things in exchange for you to do ****** things
my man loves me and tells me everyday
"what would I do without you today?"
your man has a few cars
well at at least my man doesn't go to the bar
at least he's not close in age to my friends dad either
writing this is even making me mad
I need a breather
for heavens sake
you need time alone, by yourself, to learn yourself
"I've always been this way, never alone"
a quote directly from you
I don't see why a potential independant women needs someone
you've turned to a monster
I don't know you anymore
going against everything our parents have taught us
just to hear your man go "cha-Ching"
"I'm tired of getting called a gold digger"
well I'm sorry but unless you can prove it im gonna be bitter
two loves compared, yours and mine
my lover and I took time
we learned about eachothers ways
and didn't sleep together at the first gaze
I can prove I love my man cause he doesn't have much but himself for me
your man has always given you crap, from purses to bras and now will come curses
my man doesn't need me all the time and i don't need him, just keep that in mind.
all you are is leaning on him, money & sin, I mean that's how your relationship did begin?
don't try to tell me he cares about you
he cares if your staying the night
because if he cares he would know that you need family too
and that's what he has taken away from you!
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Death is what it seems, the drainer of life, and the birther of new. Through indiscretion and publication, we’ve moulded and formed our ideas on death, to little agreement.
Yet, few realise we die long before our bodies are lost of vitality, and to some of us, we are never born. To live is to think, feel, do, yet how many of us can say we were proactive rather then reactive, shapeless rather than moulded, independant rather than reliant.
Regardless whether we born into it or not, we should never take away the power that’s within us to change, for there is as much beauty in having a metamorphosis from the dark, towards the the light, then to be of a singular purity.
But fear binds us all at some point, it bounds nations, and inadvertently goes back to us in a cycle.
But to overcome fear is to overcome death itself, to truly live once, is to live a thousand afterlives
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
i sit on the edge
of your bed.
stroking your fine golden
hair,
as you murmur and mumble
in your sleep.
you had once again,
thrown off your covers
and lay with arms and
legs oustretched.
you are outgrowing
these pyjamas,
with the curious george
print.
you are out growing
this narrow bed,
made...
as your first,
big boy bunk
and sadly you are
outgrowing the toddler's
need,
to be within sight of
the mother.
i am glad you are defining
youself,
as independant.
i am glad you are going
through,
this season
of seperateness.
as it gives us,
comfort to know,
the examples we have set,
allow you to be,
a happy, carefree child
who can,
enjoy his own company
or,
can play within a group
quite happily.
but i do miss,
your squishy little hand
in mine...
i do miss,
those clinging cuddles
and the nestling
of your little body,
fitting, squirmily,
into the side of mine....
i must ask Da to design
a bigger bed for you....
perhaps now,
you can help him build it.
you have now settled
back into deep sleep,
my golden boy
and yet,
i cannot take
my leave of you....
i linger,stroking,
your sleeping head,
drinking in,
the last vestiges of my baby, my toddler...
my growing up, ever up,
faster than i thought...
little man..
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
i found this little poem
sitting unattended,
alone,
on a bench at
the bus station.
when i said hello...
the relief and elation,
on this little poem's face,
made me feel protective
of this, orphan creation.
so i took this little poem
home...
no longer lost,
it thrived
from three lines to five
and before
we wished it
happy cinquain
it had doubled in size,
again.
full, rounded verse,
in cursive copperplate.
as it entered puberty
its moods swung,
between...
love, anger, hate
and then struggled gamely through
depression angst and fear..
all jots and tittles,
with future, unclear.
but eventually it matured
as we all do....
into a thoughtful expression
of beauty and love,
a strong and independant
statement of grace.
and then it was time,
to say goodbye....
the little found poem,
needed to leave
and find it's place,
in the wider world.
needed to find
and impress a girl.
it said it needed,
to make a splash...
grab some cash...
it promised not
to become, just a jingle...
and to write when
he could....
but til then.... anon...
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC