"independency" poems
She was an exotic creature
A true one of a kind
Pure pleasure for the wondering eyes
And the hopeful spirits
And the truthful souls
A goddess is an understatement
For the mighty Zeus cannot obtain such beauty
And with her it is truth when they say beauty is beneath skin
For her Soul and Mind were radiant with life
Vivid such as the orchards in fall
And a body awaken from the spring’s slumber
An alien girl from the third rock
Understand the metaphor as her presence has no ID
A mystery only to me
For previously I was too blind to see her inner truth
Brace your minds for this story has just been intertwined
With my sorrow for losing such a being
A fool finally awaken after the departure was too late
Puzzled, Dazed and Confused was of my own construction
As I slowly rebuild the soon to be my own destruction
Shattered heart
Shattered soul
A broken will for such a Fool's rush of gold
The treasure of seeking independency
No longer being held down by a man's woman pulling the string
Stopping me from hanging with the homies...
But the joke was on you
So you were too caught up with your own self pity
Drinking the fluids from Mount Look at Me I'm Boring
Gaining kilo after kilo in front of the interactive TV screen
Until you became repulsive to be attracting
But through her Moon struck eyes, you were beautiful
Yet distracted by the less important you detached
In hopes you can distract her Love for you
But look at her fool
Her love ran deep within your veins
Your Heart succumbed by her lengthy hands
She was not going anywhere
So drastically and bold was your next move
That at the end
It became your own demise
Your own heartbreak
Your own anger
You no longer trusted her and as such abandoned her
Forcing her to go back home to start a new
Not giving her the chance to show just how much she loved you
You made her bare pain
You made her lonely
It was only a matter of time before her heart went down the drain
And by the time you wanted her back in your life
She already moved on
And found another man to make her gain
The life you chose to run away from
Happiness, Joy, Humor, Prosperity
And most important
Eternal Love…
You fool
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
*It's getting late; the sun is about to set.
The sky indicates with an explosion of orange, white, yellow within a framework of blue.
I have many thoughts that swim in the hollowness of my mind.
The things of past, present and soon to be known future.
I have been a silent petal within a meadow of flowers during the only known part of my life.
My voice, only just heard in the form of soft and violent verses.
Till now I had yet to find my tongue that held a million words.
Till now I have only understood that it shall take the years to come.
Till my concluding breath is to discover all million words.
It's getting late, and I have much to learn.
The world remains in harmonious rotation with the sun.
One single memory, to be memorialised in my brain.
The sun has almost completely sunk to the earth that I am yet to see.
As I watch its last drops of life embrace at the wax coated leaf’s.
Night is near - and along will follow day.
It's getting late, with the glow-worms of the streets awakening.
Casting an ambient light on the wings of silver moths.
Swarming for guidance that shall never lead them to a home of unity.
It's getting late, with the wheels of the bus turning beneath my aching feet.
And the rush of blinding headlights cutting the dark abyss that threatens to consume humanity.
My eyes search beyond cooling glass, for a familiar sight to be seen.
For the cluster of buildings and vines and slow moving roads to once more engrossed in my vision.
And for the scent of mud dirtied water to stimulate my nostrils once more.
It’s getting late, with the hurt for home setting in.
The barrenness of family spoiling my independency.
It’s getting late; the sun has finally set behind the foreign place I leave.
Taking its art from the wall; now vacant for an artist of the night to clam.
With my heart in motion to feel the touch of family that is situated in the small of a town far from here.
My brain sorting through many things I have locked away for long enough.
It's getting late; my life from now shall never be the same.
The present now past; the once future now present.
All the while the time of life never missing a tick nor tock.
It's getting late; and I have finally accepted the person I am.
As I travel back to my home from a short time away; to prepare for the unknown.
To try and understand the future that has been approaching for the length of my life’s thread.
It’s getting late; an artist of night has now claimed the wall, arranging stars so effortlessly to shine upon all.
And I have finally gathered an understanding about the life that is seen as myself...*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
what was it like when you left me behind?
with a bottle of jack clasped in your greedy palm,
did you ever look over your shoulder?
did you ever turn back?
independency never looked more like a cage
when you realize it came with
losing a childhood to a parent
dependent on *****
and lost in her liquor.
maturity is a sculpture that people
chip and mold to fit their own reality
when they forget that the
broken pieces surrounding the perfect sculpture
are really what maturity is made of.
when you left me behind
i reveled in my independency
and clutched my broken pieces in my hands,
glued them back together
and called it armor.
but i still wonder from time to time,
if you ever looked down to see your own
broken jack bottle
glass pieces by your feet,
because you finally remembered
that you left your daughter behind.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Look me in the eyes,
Listen to what I say.
I look past the looks,
Ignore the way you dress.
I see you for you,
Not just a waste of space.
A confident mentality shines
Brighter than any light you can find.
Hurt from your past lingers at your heart
And it amplifies your ambition.
I see that, it shows a sign of strength.
Rather than letting your past preside,
You walk past with a positive mind.
No more looking back, you won’t rewind.
Belief in who watches over you
Gives you a determined attitude.
Take a leap of faith, let me catch you
I swear to you I won’t let you fall.
Being alone, you’ll settle for that
Independency is what you know.
Emptiness still lurks in the shadow
Eating at your need for someone else.
But, you still search in moderation
Patiently waiting for the right one.
You don’t indulge in all that you see,
You catch the tiger by its tip toe.
Reluctant, but ready for a change,
An opportunity has risen.
Rather than expanding your bubble
You pop it and take a step outside.
Not yet set in stone,
But you’re on the right track.
One step at a time,
There’s not a need to rush.
Let things develop,
It will all fall in place.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
It was a sunday,
that I remember like it was
yesterday.
and I wished,
I could kiss your lips,
and feel you emotionally.
But the problem,
with intimacy is,
it’s mostly a two way street.
emotional or physical.
rarely both.
So I stand back,
and look at the lights,
as they hit your soft eyes,
and tell me things about myself,
I never really knew.
I took pride in the fact,
I wanted nothing,
and life gave back the same.
But as you entered,
I soon came to realize,
that everything will change.
and it did,
good or bad,
I still can’t decide.
But I wish,
I was as simple,
as coloring a page,
with crayons
and colors and detail.
anyway you want,
anyhow you want.
But I am a jigsaw puzzle,
with the pieces thrown together,
most of them missing.
You came to me,
when I needed it most.
But it’s not enough,
to rid of my ghosts.
Insecurity is a burden to be,
which is why i cling to independency.
I wish it were different,
but you are you,
and sadly,
I am me.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
I'm going to have to be the one
No one else can save me,
not one human on the earth has the time to constantly be along someone's suffering side
So it'll be me, to do the duty on myself, to get through this never ending battle
& I'll be stronger at the end of it
But it's just so hard to do it alone while feeling so alone,
it even hurts to know that there are not many people who consistently reach out enough to grab me,
to lift me up and get me going
I'll have to be the one
I'm me, no one else can do it for me,
independency
But when you've spiraled down into such a deep dark place and you try to get out,
every inch doesn't feel that much closer to the light
I fall back in the mud again
Just to fail once more
To be a failure again
To repeat the cycle again
To never get out
To be stuck
Stuck in the mud that I fell in
Thank god it's not quick sand
If it was, I'd never get out
That's how I know there's hope
There's gotta be
Nothing lasts forever
Besides life
Life is infinite
Infinity is what?
People keep on smiling and thats great,
no jealousy, just envy for their days that keep on going, their routines and lives that are naturally just flowing, while I space out & sit in silence and wait to disappear in a sphere that's not crystal clear
My bones ache and for gods sake,
I try my hardest to appreciate
That I'm alive today
Even though my days are grey
Getting out of bed never felt so hard
It's like I've lost all my strength &
the power of my body and mind
I'm lost, but no ones there to find me,
I'll be here to find me, there's a little hope inside of me
Reading is such a chore,
since i lose track of everything,
feeling like a bore
No energy to take care of me,
well this is how it'll have to be,
but hopefully.. this is just temporary.
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
Time
We've made up something absolutely insane
When I come across the word time, it resembles routine.. to me
It does not symbolize dawn, morning, afternoon, evening, night, midnight , twilight
I used to live a life where time was everything
I must finish school at a certain 'time'
I must have independency only for a certain amount of 'time'
I must fall in love after I've become 'successful' which takes 'time'
why
I must go to work and work and work for a loooooonnnnggggggg
'time'
If I don't finish school now,
they say I'll never do it.
because I won't have 'time'
If I have kids now I'll never live life
god ******* ****
what the **** is time
time is a ****** up concept
and I've realized that
I will do things whenever it feels right
because whenever it feels right is the right ******* time to do it
Not when someone with the ignorance to believe In time tells me it's time
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Will you give me love
Will you give me comfort
Will you give me security ?
Will you care about the money
Would you give me some of your money ?
Does it matter ?
Do I matter ?
I smoke my cigarette
That I depend on for comfort
I smoke my cigarette
As I wait for my problems to end
With a broken screen on my phone
A broken heart that chokes up my throat
With a broken life I write those words
Can I depend on you ?
Cause our love is "true"
Cause you know my life
Cause you know my fight
Cause you know I'm not fragile
But you know that I've broken
Can I depend on you ?
Can you prove my past my present as untrue ?
They say money can turn people bad
But is it only the money that they had
Or are all humans conditioned to care for themselves only
Care for their wants only
And caring for others has a limit
See I can help you but with a price
You can help me but with a price
Even this cigarette has a price
But I got nothing else to depend on
So I pay my price
I'm in debt and I dying inside
So can I depend on you
To prove what I'm saying to be untrue
Please prove me wrong
Cause I can't believe my own self
How could all those people be doing me so wrong
Independency is myth
And dependency has its price
So leave me to smoke my cigarette
Atleast the cigarette never lied
And it warned me about it price
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
How can people be so desperate to be with others, to feel other peoples attention on themselves?
Maybe it is because they never learned how to love their own self
The best person to take on a date is yourself
The best relationship to have is the one you have with yourself
The best feeling to have is to complete things with all your own effort, to not rely on someone and be fully capable of doing little and big things on your own
The world is changing, it is okay for women and men to live by themselves
Before marrying someone, be the person that you would want to marry.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Only the stars can save me now
Grant me the honor of no gravity
Let me float away in space
Weightless
Away from the world
Solidarity
Singularity
Independency
Make me one with the cosmos
Space dust coalescing
Stars birthing and dying
In simple, silent majesty
And vehement violence
If it can even be called violence
without malicious intent coined by **** sapiens brains
For into the void there is nothing
Sweet, sweet nothing
No society
No expectations
No humanly constructs
It just is
Or it isn’t
What a concept
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
And here we go again
Battlin' the wages of sin casted in
This once beautiful earth
Animals to insects
In perfect harmony
With humanity
But now these days its more hostility
Free floatin' modest means
Got a ******* team
And it seems
Independency is a New word
For dependency
Huh how the hell you free
When you payin' taxes
For the
Elite can't move my feet
Cuz I'm planted
Grew up a ***** up
So how can I endeavor?
when ain't Nothing Changed but the weather
Forgive me for a life of sin
Demons with in
Holding on too **** strong
We got soldiers commitin
Suicide to homicide
I feel yo pain homie
Cuz I was there homie
Don't let the devils break you shake you
Entice you to death doors
Now ya down hells corridors
With yo family filled with trauma galore
Kids stuffed with a photographic gore
Of ya body laying on the floor
Can't take it back
Now you stuck up in the *******
Pregnated by the demons *****
Schemin'
Couldn't fight back this ain't no dreaming
I used to wanna gat myself to free myself
So how can I endeavor ?
When ain't nothing changed but the weather
Now next on the list
We gotta fake bliss
From the medias bias ********
They playing the race card to fill our brains off guard
Holdim' charge
As I pull out my garage
I hope I see some sunshine
But my mind is blind
Cuz all my thoughts is on the gunline
Shell shocked from.all the stock
By the media
They want ****** fighting honkies
And engines fightin *****
My eye blink
Faster than a humming bird
Hopefully people read between the words
Huh it's the context of they way they use it
Cuz everyday they abuse it
Time after time
I'll be right don't be afraid
Take on the raids
Revolution is the only solution
Civilians load up
And the let guns start shootin'
Its more of us than them
So how the **** can stop us
If we got the power to devour
Race religion ethic pride
Just another mental suicide
Don't catergorize the opportunity
And lets rebuild our community
Embrace unity
But how can I endeavor ?
When nothing changed but the weather
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Hold me while I pretend I am
above it all and do not need
intimacy a caress, the warmth
of a body to heal, the cracked skin
of my independency a shield,
defending the fragile creature
now conceding, to let its guard
down just for tonight, to indulge
in breathing, your scent emotional
rescue of what is left, in me
of normality. Drops of inebriating
salted water exciting, my humanity.
Don’t ask of me else, hold me just
a minute more, oblige me to feel
that tantalising heat invade my being,
delirious fever penetrate from within.
Cover me in tremors, confuse
my rationality in the mist of your exhale,
drive me senseless, hold me back if I
instinctively pull away. Conquer me only
ten seconds still.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 2:42 AM UTC
Resound poetry!
I don't know if we
Are thinking about bureaucracy
Or about the same thing. You and me.
Crept over reality
Jumping over uncertainties.
The crusades of the knight
In the dark starry night,
Is the march for the key
Of opening the light.
The glass tinted window and
The night winged fellow,
Diving over willows,
Followed by its shadow.
Silhouette of blind rhymes,
Taking down the front lines
Of every battlefield,
Swindling with fire and greed.
Crept by the dark,
Followed by the blinding arc.
Raise those sheets and
Draw those pens,
Let your fellow writers
Defend its fence.
The war may have been ended by blood and sweat,
But t'was started with blots of ink.
So get ready for the war of the century,
Armed with quills,
and quire
Filled with figures of poetry,
Defended with thoughts of independency
...
Write and be inspired —
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
A smile is embarrassing from me.
It's a summary of their ineptitude.
My hand always hovering in its front.
It's instinctive, automatic- but it stopped.
It's not any less bad, I know not the reason.
I know though, it is your fault.
The ones that replaced my parents would oft remind me of how strong Eva needed to be. Independent.
With that hand in front of my smile, I managed.
Just as that hand is gone though, so is my independency.
Without my shield I feel more vulnerable.
Without my shield... I feel happier.
With you I am happy.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC