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"obligate" poems
It doesn't obligate a relationship. Nor does a relationship obligate *** *** is an expression of a feeling for another being. And it shall be pursued as such and nothing else. Not as a label. A habit. (Self-destructive or otherwise.) Not for pity. For lack of self awareness. Not for boredom or distraction from life. Not for obligation or money. Never when you don't want to. But for when you do. As pure expression. For the moment you couldn't stop yourself if you tried. Basorexia. The desire long haunting you. Overwhelmingly and thoughtlessly, immersed in a kiss. A caress. To share an Aura with someone so unbelievably magnetic, and picturely poetic. Every smile, thought and fault, Is frozen in time. A moment catching its beauty. *** It's for that special person you kissed a year ago, And you can't forget the taste of their lips. It's for the one who's eyes, speak louder than words and actions all together. Finding you timelessly, again in your dance. For the one you took for granted. That you knew you should have held a bit longer, But couldn't because a vampire had your heart. It's for the one you're most nervous about. The one that creeps into your mind and you're not sure why. The one that makes you want to scream :: "Take Me Away!" Regardless, whoever + whenever, have one vow: <<< Do It Only If They Drive You Wild. >>>
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
***
Words spoken aloud doesn't constitute voice Can't force that it's heard, to listens a choice Whether screamed or whispered no volumes needed to hear Simply amplifying each word won't obligate one to care Voices carry a message words alone are too weak Theres talking out loud then theres chosing to speak Having something to offer must be desired For one to deserve the attention required Is it done to inspire or to satisfy pride To speak or to listen all arefree to decide Having freedom is great theres no better way But it should only be practiced by those with somthing to say Voices are vehicles with missions at hand To expand some knowledge over the promise land Driving this vehicle comes at a cost To continue the journey no matter whats lost Our greatest defense, never let down your gaurd Sorting message & noise can prove to be hard A message is only such as long as it remains the same The rules still apply no matter the game Since noise has its rights theres no option without it So take all you hear with a reason to doubt it
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
A Reason To Doubt It
Does your skin feel as if it is on fire? I know mine does. Can we compare burns, i'd like to share mine with you but can you obligate my best interest. Tell me everything, tell me everything you know. Can we see what we are made of from blank scars? That our arms are weighted to hold. Are we made of flesh or bone? Or are we simply made of flint and steel with a heart cast in tinder. That can be lit so easily with the slightest emotions of distress. Tell me your stories, as we compare all our catastrophes. This one That one This time That time Tonight we are pushing aside all the stress as the world is ignited in the ashes of charred coals. The voice in your head, that you come to for comfort slowly breathing on the open ash reigniting the pain. Show me your bruises, hiding on the hardening concrete you call skin. Everyone holds them, we just don't know how they got them. we don't know who put them there or why. Tell me everything. Tell me everything they know. Do you feel the burning growing and growing crawling out from underneath your eyes letting tides of tears flow. They say you will feel better if you take this pill you think you will be normal if you take this pill. you think you will be accepted if you take this pill. you think this pill is an exit. an exit at 3am in the morning when you found out this pill does nothing but transcend past your mind, portraying a self fixed image in the mirror. The door is locked The ringing wont stop Screaming, but that whisper that same whisper that told you to do it is gone. -Wynterz Phyer
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Ignited
Does your skin feel as if it is on fire? I know mine does. Can we compare burns, i'd like to share mine with you but can you obligate my best interest. Tell me everything, tell me everything you know. Can we see what we are made of from blank scars? That our arms are weighted to hold. Are we made of flesh or bone? Or are we simply made of flint and steel with a heart cast in tinder. That can be lit so easily with the slightest emotions of distress. Tell me your stories, as we compare all our catastrophes. This one That one This time That time Tonight we are pushing aside all the stress as the world is ignited in the ashes of charred coals. The voice in your head, that you come to for comfort slowly breathing on the open ash reigniting the pain. Show me your bruises, hiding on the hardening concrete you call skin. Everyone holds them, we just don't know how they got them. we don't know who put them there or why. Tell me everything. Tell me everything they know. Do you feel the burning growing and growing crawling out from underneath your eyes letting tides of tears flow. They say you will feel better if you take this pill you think you will be normal if you take this pill. you think you will be accepted if you take this pill. you think this pill is an exit. an exit at 3am in the morning when you found out this pill does nothing but transcend past your mind, portraying a self fixed image in the mirror. The door is locked The ringing wont stop Screaming, but that whisper that same whisper that told you to do it is gone. -Wynterz Phyer
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We began with little mutations, Harmless, or more so beneficial, We adapted to our love, With no methods of dispersal, People thought we couldn’t get any closer, But your behaviors changed and we began to isolate, We were stabilized so I hoped for fusion, But realized that overtime not even reinforcement could’ve helped, We had our Kingdom set up, And later we fell into a “Family”, But you classified me too general, Now I don’t know where I belong, My feelings for you were like the Cambrian, Sadly enough they became a catastrophe, You started selecting, Seeing me as worthless, But I knew I am not one to select, You looked at me like you’ve studied Phylogenetics, I was at the most top, But ended up at the bottom, You were not natural, but neither was I, What did our selections favor? And our relationship turned into cloud and dust, Sadly it collapsed, And you left me imprints of lies and hurt, And words preserved inside me like a cast, You ingested away my feelings, I was the pili so attached to you, But you were an endospore resisting all of me, You no longer knew what feelings were, And to you, I was an annual, Got replaced so quickly, But I shed tears where the oceans have formed, And supported you like the roots of trees, But you were a virus, A pathogen, A parasite, And I was the host, Blinded by your toxins, And my cells swelled in favor of you, You offered me and I gladly took, I thought I was an obligate, Surviving off of you, But I was too mindless to see the real you, And I was like the Archaea, Survived the harshest paths for you, But with a single expression you crushed my world, And like a Zygomycota you’ve molded our love away, And sadly enough I couldn’t evolve, With pain feeling like spikes inside, I am no longer the magistrate of love, And love is my killer.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Permutations
We began with little mutations, Harmless, or more so beneficial, We adapted to our love, With no methods of dispersal, People thought we couldn’t get any closer, But your behaviors changed and we began to isolate, We were stabilized so I hoped for fusion, But realized that overtime not even reinforcement could’ve helped, We had our Kingdom set up, And later we fell into a “Family”, But you classified me too general, Now I don’t know where I belong, My feelings for you were like the Cambrian, Sadly enough they became a catastrophe, You started selecting, Seeing me as worthless, But I knew I am not one to select, You looked at me like you’ve studied Phylogenetics, I was at the most top, But ended up at the bottom, You were not natural, but neither was I, What did our selections favor? And our relationship turned into cloud and dust, Sadly it collapsed, And you left me imprints of lies and hurt, And words preserved inside me like a cast, You ingested away my feelings, I was the pili so attached to you, But you were an endospore resisting all of me, You no longer knew what feelings were, And to you, I was an annual, Got replaced so quickly, But I shed tears where the oceans have formed, And supported you like the roots of trees, But you were a virus, A pathogen, A parasite, And I was the host, Blinded by your toxins, And my cells swelled in favor of you, You offered me and I gladly took, I thought I was an obligate, Surviving off of you, But I was too mindless to see the real you, And I was like the Archaea, Survived the harshest paths for you, But with a single expression you crushed my world, And like a Zygomycota you’ve molded our love away, And sadly enough I couldn’t evolve, With pain feeling like spikes inside, I am no longer the magistrate of love, And love is my killer.
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I'm trying to live life to the fullest and the meaning is on the crest As I look at the sun this fleeting feeling sweeps over me the horizon will always be on the run such an unnameable emotion just out of reach, blowing in the wind I'm becoming blind, to what is really happening I'm trying to harmonize but instead I'm anathematised it doesn't matter what time of day or how I try to contemplate I'm pushing you further and further away I don't obligate   you to stay     you don't want to be analyzed or rationalized you're already leaving me behind I'm just beginning to understand self, mind, can you discern? you radiate such command, your meaning causes this yearning I'm tantalized and hypnotized   then you start to depart before I can truly see, hear this plea   to grant my desire to comprehend, you're slowly slipping out of my grasp, before I can write this fleeting, fleeting thought down you've already flown,                                          flown far,                                                               far away............                                                                                         ...............
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Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Ephemeral Sensation
dress in black die in red live in fear Obligate to the authority
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Untitled
Just when you notice that no one else will dance in the palm of your hand, that no one else will bundle up the stars and make a planetarium of your days, that no one else will stand a thousand daggers piercing their chest, that no one else will carry the weight of your tears as they carry theirs, that no one else will miss a ride around the clock with their friends or family for you, that no one will take time to spill their heart on a blank sheet of canvas for your birthday, in that still moment, you will regret not picking out a second to sing me good night... that was all I asked. And even then, even if I catch you trying to make me feel fire inside me and try to catch a pinch of my attention, I promise you can never light up angering jealousy in my chest, you will never obligate me to crave another girl's pair of eyes. I was gold you had and never deserved, you drilled me as if I were infinite- and I was, but not for you, just for me. You thought I was an ocean, that I would always depend on you, mysterious moon, but that's not how it is: I am the wind running through your hair. You used to be such a big thing for me, but I realized I am bigger. You used to be my significant other, my other half, but I realized I am significant on my own, that I am not a fraction, that I am a whole. You used to be the light of my days, but I am no longer afraid of the dark.
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Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
You thought I wasn't strong to let you go
Immediately impact in one's direction Infection spreading airborne it's a feeling Bias of understanding in saying Actions speak louder than words With life there are challenges and achievements Dispute none of the two what's done is due Either it's old or new No need for fued, miss cultivated Change comes to those that wait Introduced by patience CREATED obligate people revise Things are consistently explain for the moment momentarily Immediately impact in one's direction.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
The ways...
O MY LOVE, WHERE THOU ART? In my heart lies a beautiful land A so wonderful Eden wealthy with fortunes A Disney of desired treasures and pleasures Yet inviolate, undiscovered and unexplored In my soul sleeps in wait a cozy of comforts A bed of flowery roses and fluffy linens An exquisite suite of cottons, chiffons and satins A ****** bed, uninhabited and unoccupied My face and space is an endless world of amorous fondness My eyes are a teary glassy pane, a gate pass to a waiting soul A waiting soul to sincerely donate and devote: A waiting heart to loyally obligate and dedicate My arms and palms stretches with plenty of passion and compassion My embraces are cradles of craves for a soul to cuddle in obsession My chest is a laid lavish cushion, a destiny of love and affection Waiting for an immaculate one to implore and explore this fortune Deep in groves of my thoughts In the labyrinths of my minds Hidden is a grail rich of feelings and love An overflow of emotions waiting for one to touch and attach A flood of ardour for one to truly adore and worship O my love, where thou art? Are you in the skirts of winds and airs to catch my breaths Are you in the suns and summers to feel my worming warmths? Are you in the stars and moons to glimpse on my lonely stance? Are you in the hills and deserts to watch my naked noon’s dunes dance? Are you in the silences and quietness to listen to the dirge of my sorrowing calms? O my love……………………where art thou? © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
O MY LOVE, WHERE THOU ART?
O MY LOVE, WHERE THOU ART? In my heart lies a beautiful land A so wonderful Eden wealthy with fortunes A Disney of desired treasures and pleasures Yet inviolate, undiscovered and unexplored In my soul sleeps in wait a cozy of comforts A bed of flowery roses and fluffy linens An exquisite suite of cottons, chiffons and satins A ****** bed, uninhabited and unoccupied My face and space is an endless world of amorous fondness My eyes are a teary glassy pane, a gate pass to a waiting soul A waiting soul to sincerely donate and devote: A waiting heart to loyally obligate and dedicate My arms and palms stretches with plenty of passion and compassion My embraces are cradles of craves for a soul to cuddle in obsession My chest is a laid lavish cushion, a destiny of love and affection Waiting for an immaculate one to implore and explore this fortune Deep in groves of my thoughts In the labyrinths of my minds Hidden is a grail rich of feelings and love An overflow of emotions waiting for one to touch and attach A flood of ardour for one to truly adore and worship O my love, where thou art? Are you in the skirts of winds and airs to catch my breaths Are you in the suns and summers to feel my worming warmths? Are you in the stars and moons to glimpse on my lonely stance? Are you in the hills and deserts to watch my naked noon’s dunes dance? Are you in the silences and quietness to listen to the dirge of my sorrowing calms? O my love……………………where art thou? © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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when we kissed i couldnt help but thinking how we would lay in eachothers arms till we would be asleep and i imagined me, telling everything about my past exposing myself and i didn't realize that you too, as being a human being, had the ability to leave and you did just like my best friends did after i ran away from home it was painful and i couldn't comprehend why had i done something wrong? i was certainly not enough, for otherways you'd have stayed my best friends didn't stay and you followed their lead now, months later i still dream about you i obligate myself to distract my mind so that it will not wander to you but, to be honest every night you enter my mind and it feels like i'm cheating but it feels as such a relieve to think of you that once i start i cannot stop and than all of a sudden- it is two am and i become ******* sad because you don't even bother to say hi to me when you see mee
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
it's still you
Some say it's a made up holiday, that it's a made up way, to cash out, and a pay day for the corporations, but don't let there alterations, take away from any meaning, that you aren't seeing. It's a day of love and romance, that you should spend with those you want, and only give if you feel the need. Don't close yourself to something wonderful like friendship, just because some people want to try to manipulate, and get you to fake, a smile and a nod, to those who'd try to obligate, you to anything you don't want to. You just need to feel the love in your heart and soul, let it grow to something special, and when you let others know, just what they mean to you, you'll realize the meaning of the day. Just know you are loved and wonderful for just being you, and after you've heard this little chime, I hope you find yours and have a wonderful Valentine.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
My Valentine Poem
Today is the motif. ideas daydreaming du corpse, Superior attaining interpretation, to my silly comprendo. Twirling. Make no mistake, in this place, here, we trace lakes. Lying down; face-to-face, when the mask breaks. Make no claims. In this; have no stakes. in this.. Love's misfortune, unfurl my bed, close my eyes, && rest my head, in gold flake. Suspended. Our mother, she is kind. Knows just what she does. My home is not this hell; nor s p a c e above. Alight anew for ceremony, && i'll be the last to leave. obligate engagement. my place. In-between.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Crystal, MI
Pleasant catchwords offer. Religious assertions affirm. Occasional shouts whisper. Moral assertions assert. Idealistic illusions express joy. Social obligations obligate. Extraordinary assertions affirm. Subtle compromises imperil.
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
P R O M I S E S
I woke up early in the morrow Due to clamor in my head. I was distressed, gooey and restless, It was the illation of what she said. She said that she couldn't be with me, The reasons were painful and dolorous to me Burning in the flame of the anguish and parting. Obligate enough was me, as she departing. O lord ! How should I tell her, my sufferings? She has been my passion, soul and other things. You form match, It is saith, So make her in my faith. Else show me the way, how to forget her? But think about me also, doest it better? If this err you did, I won't spare myself, If I manage some how, but what will happen to my elf?
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
On My Dejection
With left so deft you’d think it's theft We are the blind man's ego death We see the abstract poverty In all of its cosmogony Humanity is Mother Nature We are but her nomenclature Poets with a love of wisdom Burning down this fascist system Classist, cashist, racist pigs They step to us with oil rigs But we got dreamers of all sizes, Colors, shapes and symbolizes Universally diverse Rehearsing every universe Test our patience is a virtue Justice will be swift upon you By egalitarians Who guillotine these Aryans That D.A.R.E. to limit our fair share Of ways to rock this crazy hair And break this **** down to the truth As we explore the realms of youth Our architects will span the seas On odysseys of Pleiades Our psychics will make obsolete The news-feed ticking time bomb tweet Our rebels will revolt in peace With furies reigning Ancient Greece Our sorcerers will cast their spells And grant each drop of wishing wells Our Appleseeds will grow year 'round Upon the fields of common ground Our leaders will be yoga teachers, Open mics, and bleacher creatures We will obligate these morals Or white wash these dying corals We will all commiserate Or drown ourselves in selfish hate It's not too late to save this place Our fate rests not in distant space But in the permanence of ink Now step aside and let us think
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC
Liberal Artists