"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. >>>
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
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
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
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
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.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
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............
...............
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
dress in black
die in red
live in fear
Obligate to the authority
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
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.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
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.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
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.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
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
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
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.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
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.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
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.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
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?
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
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
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:00 AM UTC