"motivations" poems
What are we doing out here
In the wild wild west
Are you showing me something
Or are we here to rest
We've traveled a long road
But I'm not ready to settle yet
Spider crawling up my arm one day
Blood on my quilt the next
Blood splot on the bathroom floor
Hair chopped off
Cut my finger
Cut that ****
Third eye minds eye know you can open it
**** nugs nudging you toward it
Chugging fluoride gotta know its blocking it
Depression crippling lazy thinking I'm not getting anywhere anymore
Dated a slick-back sexist slug of a human
He haunts me in my dreams
I'm trying to dream big dream of everything
But his face shows me where I've been
His hands done healing flex ****** veins, stop stealing!
His mom sewing his mistakes back together again, stop helping!
His dad fueling the fire again at home, stop procreating!
Its not the job of a lover to raise your significant other
Its not my job to shower you with everything I have day after ******* day when all I get in return is leftover pizza and a sore ******
-SOME PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE
IT IS NOT ON YOU TO SHOW THEM HOW
SOME WILL TRY OUT THE MOTIONS WITH OTHER MOTIVATIONS IN MIND
BUT LOVE IS NOT JUST AN ACTION IT IS TRULY A LIFESTYLE
Without love I would be dead
Fill
With intention
Else you're dead
Living isn't that easy
Same struggles every day
Being healthy isn't that easy
Definitely more expensive that way
Being human isn't that easy
Hunting my own spirit day after day
Not wanting
Feeling bad
Not supporting
But loving
I have something to say god ******
And don't dare tell me its just the drugs
We need to start questioning what love is
The lack of it is ******* stuff up
I'm high right now if you didn't know it
If I was sober would the words still come out
You say you love me but you don't support it
But how can you love if you don't understand it
Love is unconditional
Love is support
How are you loving when you try to change it
There is no fixing my humanity
You don't know what makes me happy
No one can be trusted
Love
Choice
Choosing
To be loved
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
I have a hard time
linking words to emotions
and emotions to actions
and all this to meaning.
I'll slowly build up
my library of feeling.
But I wonder exactly
what I was missing.
When I scrutinized us,
I did so without seeing.
I thought I knew all.
I saw my own meaning.
Life doesn't have meaning;
what it does have is people.
Now I say what I mean,
and I listen to feeling.
I've struggled with friends,
with parents, and with brothers.
I knew motivations
without knowing them.
Now I start to see people.
We're closer together.
Done connecting the dots,
we connect to each other.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Derive the joy, magic and warmth of addition by connecting your soul to another's, yet remain independent as singular souls.
Meet the interference of envious, bitter and resentful subtraction which gives the process of separation from the souls you have connected to.
Both opposing forces with obstinate motivations coordinate unconsciously for the creation of an entrance-exit cycle in human interaction.
The pinnacle of human interaction is interceded by multiplication who compounds the congregation of the independent souls into a cohesive unit called groups and eventually society and nation.
Nevertheless met by the malevolent, destructive energy of division which ruthlessly breaks apart the products nurtured by multiplication, smashing them with propaganda, discrimination, and segregation.
O' how I exclaim that division is the truly nefarious power.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
There is a point in life…
when you get tired of trying to fix everything…
when kindness gets mistaken for weakness
so often…
that it becomes your own fault
for letting it all continue.
Eventually, you start accepting that
you can not make everyone happy
and that no one at all
is trying to make you happy.
This is the moment…
that you reach a crossroad
and make a decision
as to which path to take.
And that decision…
made at a time of
great frustration
and relinquished dreams
can become the filter
through which
your perception of the world
and the motivations of others
will be discerned
from that point on
Choose thoughtfully…
that crossroad is
where character is born
Or
empathy dies
_______Suzanne Penn________
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
It's not often when a man meets a woman
Who makes him feel better than he'd feel on his own
This woman is a testament to motivations unknown
But a testament nonetheless to feelings kept devoted
to the idea of another to forever kiss and hold
Now these sentiments might sound sappy
to those without a love both sad and happy
But it matters less than little to those who have
endured the peaks and the valleys
in order to reach the ebullient plateaus of contentment
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
~ i am a preamble, seeking to evolve ~
~ my every emotion, thought and deed, cascades, consequence ~
~ your every touch forever impacts, in cascading consequence ~
~ we are all sacred, equal in our worth, may we each, behave so ~
~ paradoxically ~
~ our security is rooted in our acceptance, of insecurity ~
~ our cyclical attractions, and repulsions ~
~ are the forces which bind us ~
~ while i don’t understand all the motivations ~
~ or all the machinations ~
~ of the forces applied, to divide, conquer and control ~
~ i deem they are parasitic, and thus ~
~ reliant upon our cooperation, to survive ~
~ when i haven’t worked myself out in perfect coherence ~
~ i’m in no position to pass judgments upon any other ~
~ in absence of fraud, deception or manipulation ~
~ embracing sovereignty and free will ~
~ i vow ~
~ to wage peace, cooperation, creativity and love ~
~ to seize opportunity to nurture ~
~ our garden planet ~
~ as a humbled gardener ~
~ there is no spoon ~
~ it was only an illusion ~
~ there are no sheep ~
~ just tactics to divide, and distract ~
~ we are only ~
~ children and parents ~
~ friends and lovers ~
~ sisters and brothers ~
~ cosmic conscious explorers ~
~ shaping our reality ~
~ nurturing OUR Garden ~
~ namaste ~
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 2:15 PM UTC
all these jagged imperfections of mine,
why can't you just disappear into thin air,
like my ol' trusty friends,
like my appreciation for life,
like my motivations for myself.
all these jagged imperfections of mine,
why must you stick with me,
through thick and thin,
through rain and snow,
through hail and sleet,
through summer and winter.
all these jagged imperfections of mine,
why must you love me,
more than my friends,
more than my family,
more than my love.
all these jagged imperfections of mine,
why must you show me how cruel life is,
with the sunshine blinding me day and day,
with the rain pounding on my window,
with the endless heartache in my chest.
oh, all these jagged imperfections of mine,
can't you just give me a break,
to breathe the sun's rays,
to stroll through the forest,
to admire nature.
is it a lot to ask for you to go away,
jagged imperfections of mine?
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
■ i ■
made a
castle in
the sand
■ a cathedral made ■
■ of dust • i thought ■
■ it great, so very grand ■
■ my motivations just ■
i sculpted flying buttresses • and
placed angels in its wings • there
were stained glass windows • and
other suchlike things • i labored at
it all the day • other duties set aside
but all my work was carried away
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
■■■■■■■ I considered not the tide! ■■■■■■■
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SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016
Reposted 12/21
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
I use ‘oh, my god’ as an expression
not of faith, but surprise,
of wonder at beauty untouched
by ideology or dogma
as if caught, and pulled, from a dream.
I exclaim ‘oh, my god’ when stunned
not by holy ghosts, but the living,
who do kindness as though it were nothing
unmindful of securing safe passage
into heaven, or paradise.
‘Oh, my god’, I cry, when words fall idle
or are muted to quiet reverence.
Where twisted skeins of empiric memory,
rush in crashing surf
of reminiscence and nostalgia.
I am godless, but not without reason
‘oh, my god’ being a slip of historical,
idiomatic vernacular.
Even as curiosity drives me to understand
your own ritualistic, devotional motivations.
Raise the cup, my friend
it gives us both what we need.
For you, transubstantiation
for me a divine and luscious tableaux.
For Saint Teresa in her ecstasy no doubt exclaimed
‘Oh, my god’!
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Kindness and goodness are only genuine when the motivations they come from are born of morality and not fear.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Sometimes I put my headphones in
No music playin
Just to muffle out the background noise
Of all they're sayin ,
all the empty conversation
I'm secretly sat here craving
From Better days when
This paranoia wasn't constantly
Invading my brain and
I could entertain it
Sit here without fear
Cause I was going somewhere
With people I could call friends
Without questioning motivations
Unquestioning motivation
Faltered
Now sleign , altered
And warped by blame
checked into the Awk-ward
I wait in urgency
hoping This was no accident
And I'll imerge and see
The bigger picture
Fat-e
But for now I shrink
Violently
Weight droppin off of me
still feelin heavy
Propped up on this bus seat
Weighing up whether
I should miss my stop
Cause I'm not sat near the bell
And God forbid I ask someone for help
Cause then they'd have to look at me
But don't look at me,
Don't you dare look at me!
I can't face you today
I can't even face me
That's why I don't take a window seat
And you have to begrudgingly
Shimmy past me to take yours
Or walk past to the back
Silently cursing me
I wish you'd sing instead
I've got no music playin
Clear my head
lend an Ear-nestle next to me
Did I not earn your earnesty?
If I've got your back
Won't you back me?
Or will I turn round
Reach out
Only to find your shadow stretchin
Out of reach
Like a weary soul-dier
you take your leave...
I try to shake mine off
Anxietree
Break some branches,
Tryin to get free
Oh-live!
They Silently scream
But I'm struggling
To even make it off my seat
Go live
In three
But I can no longer perform
Go on without me
Forget me
Only thing on the way up
Is mum's spaghetti!
Need some Bob Marley
Get up, stand up
But my legs won't let me!
Musics off
So it's down to me
Get up, stand up
Used to be so easy
Get up stand up
Your bus stop is here
No music playin in my ear
But right now I could do
With a mellowdy
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
The foundation of selfishness
Has much to do with wanting and desiring
And places a heavy focus on
Thoughts of obtaining and acquiring.
The instinctive ego takes control
And motivations become self-centered.
We're often heedless and unaware
Of the shadowy place that we have entered.
Naturally, self-centeredness
Colors what we think and do;
But NOT wanting and NOT desiring,
On the other hand, can be selfish, too.
Wanting: selfish? Not wanting: selfish?
How--we might ask--does that make sense?
NOT wanting may substantiate
Our way of life at others' expense:
Not wanting others to share the same freedoms;
Not wanting others to have the same rights;
Being silent when seeing injustice;
Ignoring people's struggles and plights;
Not acknowledging the efforts of others;
Not desiring to work toward peace;
Not wanting to know oneself;
Not caring if hatreds cease;
Being indifferent to the happiness of others;
Not allowing others to progress;
Not wanting to know how to fix
Our planet once we've made a huge mess.
NOT wanting in many ways
Speaks as loudly as word or deed,
And we become helpless victims
Of our sad and varying levels of greed.
What motivates us really?
Do we know, or do we care?
Is it safer NOT to know?
It might seem so, but beware.
- by Bob B
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
You can see the effects,
but you cannot feel them.
No matter the amount of understanding,
in this, I am forever alone.
I try to remain strong, I try.
But the demons,
the fire and the darkness,
ruthlessly tear me apart.
And as much as I want to believe
I can control it,
they are separate from me.
Once they take hold,
all I can do is reach for sanity,
which eludes so tortuously.
As the feeling creeps into my very soul,
I watch you, my friend, my lover,
become my enemy.
Your intentions seem vague and
sinister. Your motivations morph,
frightening and unreal.
I struggle,
against the demons.
THEY ARE WRONG.
I know you, they do not.
So they turn on me,
I am the piece of ****
I am the useless scumbag.
A willing sacrifice to be made
for you, my friend, my lover.
Are not my enemy.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
The Batman Movie (a review). The clues part was cool, but the end of it got boring. I liked that Batman kept a journal - I like the idea of men keeping journals, because, do men have many thoughts they share? Men’s thinking seems so ephemeral.
In this Batman resurrection, Pattinson’s Bruce Wayne & Batman are Kurt-Cobain-like emo and that seemed to work. Didn’t you just want to take your hand and get his hair out of his eyes? I think guys should have hair - I like hair on guys, not buzz cuts. I liked the muscle-car Batmobile.
I liked Zoey Kravitz, she was girl power, but not in a hot girl way, she had her own motivations, she wasn’t just in danger and served up to fuel Batman.
The movie is too long though. They need to bring back movie intermissions - I’d vote for that. As usual, I drank my giant slurpee and ate ½ my popcorn before the twenty minutes of previews were finished.
It’s a three hour movie. I had to *** so bad by the time the movie was ¾ over that I was grinding on my popcorn bucket to keep it in. I finally had to make a dash for the bathroom - I was afraid I’d miss the KISS scene. Argh!
Let’s talk about Robert Pattinson, the actor, and his arch from Twilight to Batman. Of course, doesn’t every vampire turn into a bat? (joke) but it’s always Pattinson being moody, being hot, figuring himself out and the introspective man - the broody man.
Are broody men **** I don’t like broody men in real life - I feel that only one of us gets to be moody in a relationship - and it’s going to be me. Pattinson seems almost zany and cheeky in RL so the brood is his method act. I Like that Pattinson didn’t buff-up for the role - I think the buffed-up muscle-man as superhero perfection somehow relates to capitalism. Pattinson’s American accent was good.
What was missing from the movie was horniness. Batman didn’t seem HOT for Cat-girl - he just stood there for her to kiss. What’s boy-girl attraction if it’s not horniness? Where has the horniness gone in movies? Sexiness is missing from ALL the superhero movies - I guess the age demo is too young.
I give it three out of five stars
Apr 28, 2022
Apr 28, 2022 at 7:02 AM UTC
Fight Club kisses
Burn my lips
Purple blue fingers
Bruise my hips
Stolen intimacies
Stain my mind
Flashback images
Make me blind
The smell of ***
Hangs in the air
The taste of skin
And lime in hair
Forbidden ground
Now explored
All the rules
Just ignored
Curious hands
Have now discovered
Real motivations
Honestly uncovered
Satisfaction
of aims achieved
And the loss
Of misconceptions, relieved
Big fat secret
Marks my soul
Silent celebration
Of my match winning goal
Nov 23, 2009
Nov 23, 2009 at 6:26 AM UTC
Guilt can become a habit
Cold comfort
Familiar
And safe
Whether it is from what you did
Or didn’t do
Intended
Or didn’t intend
Whatever the source
The guilt implies
That it was in your power
To change the outcome
Control the impact
When often the things we feel most guilty about
Are the things we have least control over
Guilt can be used to control
“This is all your fault”
Masking the fact
That fault can always
Be spread around
By changing your perspective
Or it can be the excuse we give ourselves
To not try again
To let a relationship fade
“It’s for their own good, I’m the problem”
Instead of
Seeking forgiveness
Asking for change
Of ourselves
Of others
Guilt paralyzes
Trapping us in the past
Saping strength we need
To move on
Make change
Seek resolution
Guilt can sometimes be a valuable teacher
Calling our attention to times when we made mistakes
Hurt others
Hurt ourselves
You can use these lessons to inform
What you do
How you think
How you interact
In the future
Concentrate on these lessons
But let go of the guilt
It benefits no one
Changes nothing
Beware the trap
Of believing you always have control
Even if that belief comes in the form of guilt that you failed
To do
Or not to do
When other peoples’
Actions
Intentions
Responses
Motivations
Are in the mix
No one person can control the outcome
Or the impact
All that any of us can really control is
Our actions
Our intentions
Our responses
Our motivations
moving forward
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 8:09 PM UTC
The station Tannoy’s so polite,
Train’s here but late; commuter’s plight,
Doors opening, pushed to platform’s edge,
As the herd of bodies forms a hedge,
Will she be there?
A gap, way in, a scramble of feet,
The desperate scans for a vacant seat,
With a jolt and a whine we move away,
Packed with the faces of one more day,
Did she mean what she said?
Past fields and cuttings the city nears,
People gaze blankly, no smiles, no tears,
Blurred names on platforms pass with a rush,
London workers in etiquette’s hush,
But where to meet?
Slowing through tunnels, lean and rock,
Roll under the canopy, groan to a stop,
We pour from the doors like arterial bleeding,
Swept in the flow, haemorrhaged carriage receding,
By the trolley, she’d said
Moving fast, with their own motivations,
The eddy of souls takes me out of the station,
Pull out of the crowd, out of the flow,
Onwards they march to the tube lines below
But we just hold tight under J.K.’s fake signs,
And expression finds space,
Between the lines.
RD@2009
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
I fear the light with the sun and the dew. I fear my echoes that they might wake you.
I fear last night and I fear today. I fear the word that my motivations make us say.
I fear my regrets and I fear their truth. I fear that your maturity overpowers my youth.
I fear your thoughts and I fear your mind. I fear my willingness to be unapologetically kind.
I fear the silence that always rings through. I fear the awkward smiles they force out of you.
I fear my affections and how I react. I fear that my actions wont leave me intact.
I fear the road and I fear its end. I fear the message my silence will send.
I fear your love and I fear my pain. I fear the stillness that comes with the rain.
I fear my inaction and I fear my lingering hand. I fear where my emotions force me to stand.
I fear your smile and I fear his too. I fear the backstabbing that I just went through.
I fear my relations and their impact on me. I fear their power to bring me to my knee.
I fear the future and I fear my heart. I fear not returning from what was my start.
I fear my life and the time on my clock. I fear there is no one who can listen to me talk.
I fear my words and I fear yours too. I fear I have lost all trust in me and you.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
You say you're happy when she smiles
It brightens up your life
It brings you endless comfort
It gives you sense of peace
She says she'll bet a dime
That if she ever grinned
You'd back away in fear
Or hate her just the same
And when she doesn't plan on fierceness
It comes easily
Not too aggressive, no motivations,
Simply living in the moment
When you say to be happy,
You mean anti-suicide
You mean anti-guilt on your part
You mean anti-blame
And when they fall for it
And praise life
And smile
You walk away
It's a big smear-campaign
They love it when you're down
The light shines stronger on them that way
It's a subconscious conscious thing-
A means for the tonsils to get unhinged
You say do what you wish
The sun will shine in time
You say this with serenity
Though it never reached your vocabulary
You say just be yourself
The world will come to understand
But you say it with conviction
Cause you've never tried it yourself
Face the truth-
From the outside looking in
It's a whole lot better being optimistic
When your soul isn't on the line
Face the truth-
In walking the outcast path
You're not embraced
Only scorned
Face the truth-
One who is one
Knows they can't stray,
Even if they choose
Face the truth-
If you were me and I were you
And you were in my shoes,
Would you smile?
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:32 PM UTC
quantum scale manipulations
in the vibration we call form
with the words of power cosmic
from the realm of constant storms
thulcandra leaves me wanting
I can fix it, as ive sworn
tho today my motivations
sadly lack corporal scorn
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
LUNA, DEAR LUNA,
the mightiest conqueror -
do you hear your battle cries
ring clear in your ears?
as the ends of your weathered
cloak tickle the ground,
these vapid plains seem
to awaken -
ASTRID, QUEEN ASTRID,
she told you this Kingdom
was not yours to lead,
and looked down on you as you
picked up the broken pieces
of the cup she sent
flying across the room -
ERIC, PRINCE ERIC,
the words that he spat
were as sharp as the sword
he held to your throat.
speak not of royalty, he said.
for you will have none of it -
you falter and you fall
and you whisper to yourself,
they're right. this kingdom
isn't rightfully mine.
but if I fight for it and win,
it **** well is.
THEY SAY YOU'RE HEARTLESS
but that's just your song;
THEY SAY YOU'RE THE EVIL FIGURE
but that's not entirely wrong.
(so do you blame others for
making you a bad person?)
(or do you blame your motivations
for making you a bad person?)
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Sunken below the surface
J u s t out of reach
Underlying everything
Motivations emotions
experiences memories
WHY do we do what we do?
The reasons you say
Think
Believe
Is that ___really___ the whole story?
Or are you neck deep in a buried river?
Caught in the currents
Of
Past pains
Future fears
Unnamed desires
Neglected needs
It happens to all of us
We can be d r i p p i n g wet and completely
unaware
Blinded to our truths
Denying our senses
Lying to ourselves
to others
Motivations are never singular
Buried rivers run deep
e
s
i
The water level may r
or
f
a
l
l
But it will never run dry
Sometimes we can read
what is written in the currents
Decipher the meaning
of our needs and fears
Other times the water is turbulent
roiling with secrets
Swirling dark and deep
pulling us under
Inherited secrets can be
preserved through time
Handed down
through the generations
Those can be the deepest buried
Hardest to uncover
to decipher
We think that if we just knew WHY
Then the waters would calm
We could breathe
See clearly
But knowing doesn’t always calm the current
to buoy us up above the water
It can help so we can keep our heads
While we seek the means
To
Heal pains
Calm fears
Recognize desires
Meet needs
Watching others being swallowed in their river feels like
Frustration
Pain
Helplessness
Especially
if they think they are standing
on dry land
And won’t accept to stay afloat
that they need help
I seek to learn
to swim in my depths
Decipher what I can
Acknowledge my truths
Have patience with secrets
that remain concealed
Each time I look below
more is revealed
Even as new
motivations emotions
experiences memories
Create new currents
And keep my river running
deep,
swift,
and true
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 6:19 PM UTC
I watched you play that violin;
your forehead wrinkled with frustration
as your fingers fumbled
with each bumble . . .
but I thought it was beautiful.
You have yet to play for long,
but you're really doing well!
I say these things, to your deaf ears,
for you refuse to hear
that your playing is beautiful.
Your determination spoke wonders
of your motivations.
You'd never give up,
even if it was rough.
P.S.) I think you're beautiful.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
Without motivations nagging push,
I fear I am nothing but an ant;
doomed to be weak and easily looked over.
Without fear and doubt, each standing
on opposing shoulders, I am
alone.
Some days, these are the only
beings who will talk to me.
What choices do I have, other than to listen?
However, at the sight of another's smile, my personal
tormentors are caught powerless.
The constant, biting, unwanted input will
subside. And the world will keep
spinning on its axis as it has before
my time, and my mother's, and her mother's.
I
am not scared, because I don't want to be. I am the
controller of my emotions. The controller of other's emotions.
I
am the one to make people smile.
I
have this power, and my demons do not. I will abuse my
power, and shoo the bad tidings away from others, while hoping
they do the same for me.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC