"negativities" poems
I want to run away
With you in my hand
In my heart
In my head,
Run away from all negativities of this world.
We could hide ourselves
Under cover of the madness
And be always happy
Staying young as long as we want
Maybe we should forget all
Leave it behind us
And go.
Our sanctuary will be our insanity.
Oh, we could have love,
Great love,
You and me,
Insanity…
Infinity.
Two fools watching the sunrise
And laughing forever.
What more could you want?
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
Remember the sandcastle
that we used to build?
It took some time
but little did we know
we have handcrafted our future
it was a hard work and patience
Passerby's liked it, others did not
but what do they know?
We had fun building it!
We were diligent to fill
it with sand
Sand that was formed
into an art of love
A castle that we both own
Yes, you will be the king,
and please, call me 'milady'
We will rule the kingdom
No negativities shall come in
Not until when we came back
Those sands of promises and memories
become pain
Everything was ruined
when the waves washed
our dreams away.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
This is no Lament,but an
Ode.I'm on my last hook of
The tune,as I hear voices hollers
On my back.this positivity keeps me
Locked on my de javus.
I'm livin' life like a video,
Onto press forward to my
Ambitions.I'm too proud of
Myself.
I'm on my utmost,every dream
Ends a picture perfect,as I imagine
Myself holdin' a throne at my
Closet.
I'm no Pinocchio but I iPaulistic
Art.im 'til live to the birth of
Next century,'cause I'm the
Third World War Soldier.
I'm a wanderer in disguise,searchin'
Triumph at night.
Guess my dreams ain't real,
Just livin' greatness of my fantasies.
Oh!!this is an omen.
I'm no Osama,but still a Pisces
I vandalize world of neysayers,
Forfeit negativities.
I separate dark and light
'Cause these street lights
Still shows me life on
My grind.
I'm down floor to my knees,
Bow down to all loved,losted
Zulu warriors,for Shaka to
Flourish my greatness.
Dear God,may you please sprinkle
Blessings upon my life,my path
Is grey a winter season.
'Till death takes me,but my
Dreams will forever last.
And if i die today tell me
I will make it through hell,'cause
Heaven is where the heart is.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
Maybe your mothers and fathers do not know right from wrong
Maybe those that birth you cannot tell real from unreal
The apples do not fall far from the trees that we know all along
So no surprise when off-springs and all fall into the reel
Unable to decipher the lost and damaged from their midst adorn
My mother washed me in truth, honesty, sincerity and real love
That's the only path that graces the soul and makes humanity
So all my life I know what's real, true, honest from all else above
You walk your path and serve your gods in all their profanity
Your festered minds and putrid brains is not like mine thereof
In superficial abodes, your falseness lies fakery has confused you
No truth or honesty exists all around only deceits and raw fear
You rot from the inside and feed from poison not breastmilk too
from start you're ****** your brains from chemicals they rear
Spooks with semblance no substance, serving satan them born fools
I know what's real what's true what's honest and sincere or not
That is me from real bosoms raised in edifying values not falsity
Come in thousands you stink from a mile off satan demons squat
Sincerity truthfulness if erred makes amends not sit discordantly
Real Humanity embraces love and peace not mortal duels that's fact
From negativity you drink in darkness lies your bread and joy
miseries and fears you seek to share cause your souls lies in pain
In cancerous fears you scheme and plot your ****** evils ploys
Cause it destroys you to see goodness whilst your souls' in chain
Weak corrupted dark and damaged subjugated to lucifers noise
Gnarled old wrinkled before your years you envy my young looks
Borne of inner joy and unafraid pious calm pathetics spit zombie
Too sick to know a clear conscience never pines or fears like crooks
Pure and noble emotions caters no dirt or negativities like loonies
Dignity and integrity offers granite to malevolent duds and hooks
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
its so what if i hate you
i still want you to take care
out of all fake love brought us
i just miss the way you stare
at me like you think ill stare back
now its impossible for you to do that
its hardest when i breathe out
all of the air from my lungs
while clinging to the bottom
of this lake trying hard to die from
either this pressure or whatever
this death brings first to measure
how much water i can keep in my lungs
its brought me nothing now
holding onto love like life
its so simple living now
life like the steady breeze
i am coming out of the water
a new man for living now
they said i can choose
anywhere i want to haunt
but i chose the same spot
where i used to kiss you
when i would walk you home
now every visitor that we get
gets this strange feeling
that i never had. of not being alone.
babe i didnt dance for reckoning.
i chanted for it and with my brethren
at the time: hand in hand on the hill
tasting carnal lust for the first night
we kissed to romance andto redwine
smoking out of the finest rosemary and most potent tyne
i wish i could dream of my new love
because i found a brand new rose
and i got her good like the gods
they thought i deserve it i would
**** it up on the first time it came
to town because my baby well
she dont want me right now.
i just dream of you or less scary things maybe a funeral for two.
she says i scare her well just as well
i only have seven years
to live and die on this planet of hell
4 when i go to heaven. 777
i aint taking any angels with me
and its just as well 666
but imagine one could save me
an unstoppable redemption
i appreciate beauty in grandeur
divinity but yet i am banned in heaven - life is subliminal
i could be a blade for these seven
years maybe even for the Lord himself
would sin be outweighed by all of that death
and that when i sit in purgatory
waiting to meet my makers
i got the chance to fill out an application
just like for one of my regular day jobs
it said apply to do it all over again
there would be only happiness
guilt free or worries negativities
and sorries. well BabyGirl i wouldnt
i would only start anew
and be different than you saw me
depending on how i saw you
from your video tape
depending on the look on your face
the nights i held you in our firey embrace
and determine if that was just
****
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Archery pro and just hit the target of poverty,
And probably,
I'll be out of here before the cops notice I'm vandalizing,
Painting a picture for the up risers,
Better take a seat,
Almost like first class,
Most airlines don't have phobias for flyers,
Keep an open mind,
Your negativities closed,
Your eyes open,
Letting suspense unfold,
And unravel,
And somehow collapse,
I may have had bad experiences,
But human beings are futile at that,
But now let's rewind it back,
I remember you said you'd never be like them,
Would not talk their language,
Or do drugs with them,
Keep following them and you'll end up dead or walking with a limp.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 4:22 AM UTC
She appeared when I was lonely,
she saw through my wounds closely;
I was pretending to be fine but I wasn't,
I told myself I had moved on but I hadn't,
but she knew it all,
her heart was pure enough to see it all.
Unknowingly she came up to me
took my hand and asked to me see
to feel,
what love meant;
to me she was an angel god sent.
She showered me with love that I never knew,
she served me the peach tea herself she brewed
its fragrance that still lingers in my mind
And all these years I still haven't been able to find,
although it is not necessary anymore
She rests in my heart core.
She knew how to look into my eyes.
She knew how to make my lips curve in a smile.
It was new for me to express
I was willing to do anything for her to impress.
I wasn't aware of this feeling,
While thinking about her I was smiling..
maybe cause' my wounds were healing,
this heart used to pound when ears hear her voice,
lovely as she was, to not love her there wasn't a choice.
All her insecurities
All her negativities',
seemed lovely to me,
I wanted to serve her the whole world,
wanted to see her eyes shine more than a pearl.
I wanted to **** her tears
wanted to absorb all her fears
Then to hear her chuckles.
Her smell was the scent of blossom
her cheeks were glower than the moon.
Her lips redden as the rose
I wonder about the taste of her gloss.
Wish I could play her my favorite tune,
Although I lacked, she'd still flatter me.
I wanted feel her up close
was never able to tell her these,
So today I wrote it in pieces..
maybe if she reads it someday;
I hope it would be a spring day,
cause she blossomed like flowers
Wish I were her bower.
I know while saying this I might seem a juvenile
but my dear,
I just know I've always longed to see you smile.
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
Oh midnight muse of mine,
The clock ticks by, yet, seems frozen in time
Your gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design
Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme
"I think you can, I know you can, feel yourself shine
I think you can, I know you can, allow your dreams to align."
Just as the day's about to break my spiritual back
And I lay down to obsess about all that I lack,
We deeply connect through channels unknown
My inner self ignites, burning deep down to the bone
I feel a warmth entangle every inner part of me,
Those that said there is nothing I can have, do or be,
And when it grabs hold of these negativities,
They sieze and melt instantaneously.
What a wonder it is to watch your flame burn
Who knew, that by watching, I, too, would yearn
To fervently learn. A hunger for more begins to stir
Driving me, forcing me, inspiring these words.
Oh midnight muse of mine,
you release me from this box we call time
and, in this eternal and bliss-filled stasis,
Creativity, gratitude, and love are my basis
What a foundation to build upon, so strong and so true
On which I will build a bridge beaming towards you.
Though my eye lids flutter with ever increasing weight
I am gently pulled forward by the energy you eminate
Into a world where I am absolutely free
No shackles or lack pulls or binds this new me
Goodnight, midnight muse of mine
Shall we meet again? Same place? Same time?
I need not hear an answer for I feel it so loud
I will join you now behind this familiar dark shroud
My gentle breath whispering thoughts of grand design
Pulsating softly, smoothly, and sanctuously in rhyme
"I think I can, I know I can, feel myself shine
I think I can, I know I can, thanks to you, midnight muse of mine."
- BPW 12/24/2013
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
I am a stone immortal
No work of erosion can seep through my cracks
Like I'm covered by the love of my mother in a Lacquer
Peep the sayings of old world negativities with a nonchalant dilemma
Riding this saddle ***** shrouded and denim and leather
You can not play the game
I will lead myself astray on a road born of dirt and blind footstep
I cannot believe or follow
I cannot fathom colors
I have a non existent black covering my gaze
Still I press
May I rest
The good die young They say
But I'm allergic to living forever
Still I am a stone immortal
Ever crack and every break you make from other stones rocks and pebbles
You will not
You can not
You couldn't even perceive to insist and persist the same or other methods to make me break
For every path that's walked I choose the one that will make me falter and dare I to attack
My stone is immortal with eyes as black as sun
Stick to me like toasted oats
I'll make it burn with poison oak
So believe me when I spit and slur my words to sound
Hear the echo less speech of kings yet to be
Then hear my roar raspy ruffled and deep
I'm a stone who can't see anyone cheap
This stone will attack the unsweeten with its iron side and pile drive
if you want the upper hand
Starve me till my saliva taste early sweet with calories all for me like the best snack or a favorite treat
I'm still the stone immortal see where I can't see the rich or cheap
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Have you ever had that one moment?
That one time?
When you thought "Everything is fine now"
When all the negativities in your life paused...Finally!!!
But than you came across another hurricane.
Twice as destructive.
The first one hits the moment God opened my eyes,
and it lasted for thirteen years.
I tried to escape, but I couldn't
Mom shackled me along her addictions.
She locked me away in her basement,
and filled it up with tear gas.
So I went to high school in the states under grandma's order.
Away from my alcoholic mother
Away from the torture
Away from the screaming
Away from the bleeding and beatings.
I finally escaped from this wasteland,
and now I am in a garden of roses.
Thank you grandma!!!
I found peace
I saw the world from a different perspective,
and never had to drink that salt water again.
But, I am back now.
Back to the birthplace of my nightmares.
And I brought souvenirs,
peace and I are friends now.
Wooh!!! Wooh!!! Huh! Huh!
Not so fast young man.
Grandma,
why is my calf been numb for the last five years?
Son are you saying what I think your saying?
So eventually,
I found out that I have been dealing with leprosy,
a life threatening disease.
I've had it for five to ten years max the Doc says.
To find better days,
one must fight through the storm.
To find peace,
one must swim through their tears.
And I have my whole life a head of me.
Tomorrow is a mystery,
but I will hold on hope.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need
Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart
There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my heart is very wanting
"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped by all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude
Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars
I ask myself "aren't you lost?"
The city is smeared with overflowing things
It's not something that's unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The day that I have my ideals within my grasp
It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself"
Piercing through simplicity, one day it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Done with all the negativities,
Done with fake people,
Done with this winter,
Done with you,
And, done with my life.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Within a casket of echoes
does the mirage of
truth become stained
into a conciseness of delusions.
But still they are slaves..
Altercations of past inclinations
that merit, reflection of
misguided minds.
But with no morals they digress,
standing on illusions of nothingness.
Where another doesn't tread,
fed to others delusions
of negativities prompting lies upon
lie with no merit only golden goblets
drinking upon the weakness of others.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:20 AM UTC
One said: It changes your outlook of life.
Alters your lifestyle somewhat.
Other said: It’s your choice. You can either do it or don’t.
I choose to be trustworthy.
I am indeed happy right now with what we have,
and what we don’t have.
I choose to be simply happy.
I shun negativities. I neglect those who are unhappy for me.
Even if they say that they are, I can feel evil and jealousy.
That is not happiness.
I choose to stay away.
I have tons of people around me who share the smiles,
the blissful mood and they too share back their warm hearts.
I am enlightened now. Elucidated.
I am not scared of choosing the right actions and feelings.
Letting things be keeps me up; Keeps me not analysing more.
Retains my sanity.
I choose you.
I choose to enjoy love.
I have you in my life now and it becomes fuller.
Makes me grow.
I choose to grow happier.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 1:33 AM UTC
Am in Africa, An African Being Precisely, Born Of Originality.... Hate to Hates, I Don't Criticize, I Don't Mock, I Don't Cheat, I Don't Hate, I Don't Moles, I Don't Discriminate, I Don't Intimidate, I Can't Lie, I Trust, to Be Trusted, I Accommodate, in order to Be Accommodated... I Speaks Truth for I Am Trustful... So Kin Of Honesty, Next Of Kin to Life.... I Am Whom GOD Says I Am... I Am John Kore Ajibola By Name... The One And Only Jakore Of Africa... The Awesome Being That The Earth Were Blessed With... I Am A Bless To Life And Natures... I Am Blessed To You... I Am From Nigeria, Down Through the South-Western Side, Were You Could Find LAGOS, IBADAN...ILESHA...EKITI AND AKURE..... Were Life Is At Ease For Any Being that Cares To Learn...Life Is A Teacher, The More We Breath, The More We Learn...Silence Is Golden I Believed Inn... Where GOD Is... I Am Born To Love, In Other to Beloved, While GOD Is Love.... May GOD Enriched Our Days Ahead IJN..!! You're Specially Welcome to Thy Word Of All Positivities...I Have Phobias For Every Negativities... I Have Love....I Give Love.. I Share Love... I Prefer Love... Where GOD Is Our Strength... GOD Is Love... Peace And Love... GOD With Us.!!!
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
you call me pretty and I deny it humbly
then you say you wanna **** me,
so we agree to hang out the next day.
impulsive as I was that night,
I was hesitant and indecisive in the morning.
you tell me it’s hard to kiss me,
because I’m not an easy stranger like all the other girls you’ve slept with.
I’m someone with a heart and you know I have a brain.
despite my capacity and our compatibility,
you would never commit to me, it’s not even worth a try.
we both know this,
and you lay me down anyways.
while you smother me in kisses and compliments,
my mind is raking through doubts and worries.
the emotional side of my mind overpowers my need for affection.
so I pull your lips from my neck and tell you not today.
it’s always too much thought,
and not enough action.
—
a new idea pops into my head.
I can picture it now;
illustrative and colorful,
a masterpiece waiting to be drawn out
quickly denied by darting self-doubt.
I’m already questioning my skills as an artist
before I even attempt to put my pen to the paper.
I never think I’m good enough,
it’s always ‘scrap that’.
everyday it’s a battle of getting my thoughts into pictures
and quickly giving up and turning them instead into words which never fail me.
am I even an artist if I’m scared of my own work?
it’s always too much thought,
and not enough action.
—
I know the different between what I want and what I need,
yet I push aside ‘minor’ details and negativities
for a fix, a fill, a drag, a sip;
for temporary numbing and partial satisfaction.
will I ever get what I deserve?
the question is,
will I ever let myself find it?
I’m too busy wasting time getting trashed with the wrong people,
avoiding the challenges I face with my art,
and giving up my body to people too afraid of commitment.
I claim to know my worth,
yet you don’t see me dropping
or quitting lustful nights and regretful mornings.
or pushing myself to work harder instead of sulk in my bed.
when will I have had enough?
it’s always too much thought,
and not enough action.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
i have got a focus
one that causes these eyes to be elated
elevated, so to dilate all that is my being
yet I stutter in seeing
as you capture these snapshots
slowing my shutter speed
to lead these negativities
from undeveloped to developed
colored pictures
images that were once black and white
gradient mediums
of grayscale tones
followed by forgetting loans
that were reeled matinees
that i paid with patient
polaroid instances of being
too much of a gentlemen
counting 1-2-3
cheese - ready smile
but these cheeses
are too aged
long forgotten
It's been one of those long travels
where reaching point B
has no words but to allow
smiling instinctively now
even before you raise that camera
to eye, my eye level
focusing on taking this picture
there is a reason
a smile is worth a thousand words
that we share the moment
and share the life
because we take pictures
with people we want to remember
preserving past our memories
because in a flash
we loose sight for an instance
all those, worries, and concerns
reflecting happiness to ourselves
so when you open that envelope
of pictures for the first time
at the one hour photo place
or dust off that old album
remember time and again
you have brought out the best in me
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC
There seems to be no where out of this
Confusing state of mind.
Everywhere I go,
I feel like I've left you behind...
You feel so right to me,
Your beauty makes me blind
To the looming negativities
That are there for me to find...
On and on I wish it could go.
'Til our bodies are pulsating.
Senses racing,
Eyes fixating,
Upon each other...
And then embracing,
Holding tight...
Kiss, lick, kiss, lick;
On and on into the night.
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
How can you be alone
when you are surrounded by loved ones
who keep pushing you
to make good decisions?
Is to be alone
a curse or something even more
sinister?
Like the villain
you were caught believing you
were the hero this whole time.
What a waste!
Gone are the days of innocence
when adulthood rears its sneaky head
manipulating everyone’s bodies
to grow older as you watch.
Loneliness is a state of being unwanted
whereas aloneness is oneness
unless it becomes insanity
unless it becomes a burden
and the hedonist demons start to play
unravel their spiked red tails
and whip your sore shins
into a sorry state of
absurd oblivion.
Unsanctioned, that’s what being alone
really means
even when surrounded by great people
it becomes a selfish need.
If it were possible
you would leave this villainous life style
and become wind or sea or sky
in order to dissipate your cells
and let caution breed kissing
your petty sorrows goodbye.
When being alone is nothing more
than a personal choice gone sour
It is conflicting as the need to stay alive
knowing you are the bad guy in the story
never to be the victor only the victim.
The one that loses at your own
cankerous game of depression.
Ha!
What does it mean to be alone at this age?
It means an infinite of possibilities
to the point that is becomes dangerous
and all the skills you’ve ever known
are useless here
in the wilderness of nightmares.
They all have beady red eyes.
They all have thick red horns.
They all want your full attention.
They all want your heart shorn.
They all want your blood and veins and skin and brains.
But be warned!
For they find you just when you’ve realized
you’re the only villain in your life
and the only hero too.
There’s ways to get out
it’s true
it’s true
but you are seduced by your
notorious negativities
that urge you to stop
before you’ve even began.
So what’s a little girl like you
supposed to do
in a feral life unplanned?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
I'm here with writers block not knowing what to say or do, you got me ****** up and a little confused.
I really like you a lot I don't know why, cause you always somehow leave me unsatisfied. And I'm not talking about *** so get your mind out the gutter, I know we're not in a relationship but somehow I feel like you have another. You make no time for me not even a little bit, sooner or later I will get tired of this ****
For now let's leave all the negativities behind, I appreciated the first day I met you because who knew down the road we would intertwine. You caught me by surprise with just the look of your dreamy eyes, starring back at me I must admit you had me mesmerized. Your smile is the cherry ontop, those beautiful soft lips that I can kiss non-stop..
Not going to get into furthur details beause from this you should have a clue, the feelings that I actually have for you.
just for you xo
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
The hypocrisy of your thoughts
Remembering your own flaws
Tear yourself apart so often
When you can't even quit your ego
Out of relationships, you run
Messed up with your own insecurities
You want someone to find you perfect
Unable to eradicate your own negativities
You wish someone could ignore your defect
How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself
While you see people smoking and drinking
You think they're being so cool
Comparing to them, you think you're dumb
Unaware that they're the biggest fools
Tired up with your own challenges
You want someone to think you're strong
Unable to even prove yourself
You wish nobody assumes you wrong
How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself
You see people who inspire you
You watch everything they dare
Yet you think you can't do any better
It is in you what you're looking out there
Torn up with your own failures
You want somebody to appreciate you
Unable to even accept the challenges
You wish to be daring like quite a few
How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself
-By Sarah Khan
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
I feel it.
That small seed of doubt.
I feel it.
That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear.
I feel it.
As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love.
I feel it.
As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me.
I feel it.
As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide.
Will you be my pesticide?
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
Take a shot and you start thinking
Take two and sit back
Take another and think some more
Now there's nothing that you lack.
It's like medicine to your body
Finally found a cure
Consumption at its capacity
You've never been so sure.
You feel the effects begin
It's gone into your blood
Traveling through your veins
It's like a ****** flood.
Flooding your mind and soul
Ridding you of all humanely qualities
Begging and pleading for a little more
Just a little more to rid the negativities.
Relaxation at its best
You've now lost control
So lay your fragile body to rest.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
She was not morning girl..
She started off with morning walk...
Laughing on insecurities..
Swallowing all negativities..
Swapping her priorities..
She finally changed.....
Talking herself late nights...
Following her intuitions...
Fed up of being judged...
Opting for being loved...
She finally changed...
When nothing was approprite..
When her surroundings were not thy great...
She decided to no further bound..
Getting free from all mundane....
She finally changed...
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC