"overrule" poems
*The words they speak
are sharper than blades
And their looks,
daggers that could tear a skin
Their eyes are blind,
can't see what's inside*
Like shadows they creeped
Stabbing backs and innocence deemed
Always lurking in the darkness
Justice they served
but lives diminished
*Your flaws are
something they gaze
The truth made me daze
The word equality is no
longer in their vocabulary
How can they fire bullets
without thinking the lives
they perceived
Trash in their brains
are twirling like a tornado
slowly messing their thoughts
slowly killing feelings, everywhere they go*
Dictated by their own free will
Cowered in fear as they
thought it was real
What they've seen,
deception in mutilation
Power overrule by those who torture
Torturing minds, creating lies
The innocent happily flying kites
But they cut it with pure contempt
Convincing they will get
that chance again
"Listen to the words you seek
Don't listen to a word they say
Do NOT listen to a word you've heard
Do not listen to a word you've heard
People are people we live for our own
Live how you think not by what you've been told"
*In God's eyes we're all the same
where do you think we all came?*
Don't let them fool you
By their tools of deception
We are all the same
We will die someday
So maybe, it's time for a change.
-Adele Karla & Erenn
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
What pulsates, in here?
All of life, a carmine boom,
In a stark blue room.
Ice will chill, but blood is warm
Racing, chasing blues away,
Begging love and happiness to stay.
Red, forever reigns
Scarlet heart shall overrule the gloom
In this forsaken, sharp blue room.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
You make me feel like a toddler that's just discovered the bliss that comes shortly before great tragedy - the innocence and purity..... the naivety. Every breath a new experience entirely. You make me love you despite the plea of logic, rationality, and well-being because passion, nirvana, and love make a case that's hard to ignore - impossible to overrule and..... I hate you for it. You somehow always seem to journey to my souls hiding place and shine a light through the shadow I conveniently place my fears under and... you make me hate you for it.
But
I love you so much. Sometimes it hurts to breathe because the comparison I make in my mind of how much I love you surpasses that of my lungs which love the taste of oxygen.... and sometimes.... I hate you for it.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
He's the devil;
reincarnated in a teasing smile.
He's hell running around
with the taste of caution
on his lips.
His sinful eyes, and
coward touch
overrule a thousand kingdoms
in paradise.
He's my only eternity,
the only pair of eyes I want
to remember when I'm stranded
in that sweltering darkness
everyone fears so much.
Hes a million sunsets giving life to an
eternal moonlight, though his
sunrises will never be mine to own,
his fickle moon sets will
always guide me back to
him..
Sandoval
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
No not the falls but the laugh phenomenal engaging pure intoxicating the crinkle of eyes the
Aliveness the reverberation does fall and streams down like water it washes ones face nothing
Holds it back part of its softer moods is its winsomeness airy innocence that speaks tenderly as
It outwardly shouts what a find recently I spoke of the money I spent trying to find a singer to
Move and touch my soul so many was good and held promise but time after time
Disappointment it’s the same nothing is prettier than ones smile they are wonderful you
Cherish them and then you see the day change in a moment electricity crackles a heart shines
Through every pour of a face we are all blessed with a special something that makes us unique
A quiet power to touch a sweeping away of cares and frowns it spills down country lanes quaint
Sidewalks of the mind when it is observed it is telling in that it dispels the lie that life is nothing
But pain and drudgery my contrary heart argues such statements but the soul and spirit
Overrule by having just been ignited thrown into a tizzy thats alright everyone needs to get tizzy
Every once in a while the blues is cruel laughter shoots them down allows you to bounce back
And enjoy life laughter truly is like a medicine well if she isn’t hospital size she is defiantly a
Clinic no guaranties in life they say I’ll give this one look into that laugh your expression and
Outlook will change it worked for her here is her own direct quote “Previously my life was
Complex, I helped make it that way. Now, I keep it simple and fun.” Take delirious look at it
Aghast as we must we can’t have that so throw a big pinch of sober a tiny dash of dower ok fine
Now just for a minute laugh your head off good lord what fun don’t worry about the stunned
Faces they will get over it I bet a lot of country people have had similar experiences if they own
A jack *** you know how they have those signs in some neighborhoods for different reasons
Well some Need no Laughing out loud fuddy dudy lives at such in such address go up behind
Them and Scream get Crazy they will live longer and that I can guarantee I have written about a
Great lady With a Great laugh enjoy making her acquaintance
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Pay attention.
Pay attention to this moment;
To the sounds, to the lights,
To the colors in the the sky.
Pay attention to your thoughts;
To the world inside you,
And the way it guides you.
Pay attention to your feelings;
To the joy and the tears,
To the hopes and the fears.
Pay attention to your heart;
To the way that it beats,
To the rhythm it keeps.
Pay attention to your life...
The future already happened,
You're just learning the story.
Accept it. Let it run through you.
Let Love overfill your heart,
Let Light overglow your soul,
Let Hope overrule your fear,
Let New overtake the old.
This is your life;
You're doing your best.
Decide that today
Will outshine the rest.
I do not know you.
But I love you.
And if you really pay attention,
You'll feel it, too.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Get my life away from myself?
No, please don't!
Overprotective to me?
Please don't be
Sincere. I am
Will get every of my work done myself
Can make choices for myself
Can decide for myself
If I ask for a favor
Make it happen, if you like to
If not,
Make it happen , you may not
No worries for sure
Overprotective to me?
Please don't be
Get your insecurities overrule my presence,
No, please don't!
Get over my life, please don't
Its mine
Get my life away from myself?
No, please don't!
Overprotective to me?
Please don't be
Its making me dull
Its making me forget the passion
Its overshadowing myself
Its getting me lazy
Its getting me get to not decide for myself
Right to decide for myself, I have
Right to decide for my truth
Right to mold my own thoughts
Right to become not influenced
Right to choose my thought process
Right to be independent
The human right, inborn
Independence
Is what shapes life with passion
No, its not ignorance
Undermine my choices in life
You have no right to
Compare my choices to that of yourself
You can, but I don't care
Manipulate the choices I make
It does not matter
Independence I am seeking,
Is not the ignorance to everything in life
It's the space of hope and choice in life
It is the space for my own life
It is for my life itself
It is for the heart of a human
It is for the thrill in life that exists
It is to get over with the same old **** you get me into
It is to be open and radical
It is to not get into trouble
It is for your good and for mine
Don’t be dependent on me
I know you are
Take responsibility of your own life
A parasite, please don’t be
Don't try to make me one also
Be ignorant, don't be
On your choices in the first place
Make an effort to make a choice
An independent choice of your own
Choice that favors yourself
Get my life away from myself?
No, please don't!
Overprotective to me?
Please don't be
Its unconscious
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
The girl with a beautiful smile
A vibrant personality,
And a picture perfect family.
Envied and loved.
Not a single person to hate
Besides herself.
The things that nobody sees is when
She breaks down,
Cries,
And every night
Hunches over the toilet
With a spoon in her throat.
Telling herself only one more time to be pretty.
One more time to be happy.
One more time to be loved.
One more time to escape.
One more time to get better.
One more time to stop.
She lets her emotions overrule
And demons take control.
Life shouldn't be this way.
Her father's a drunk, her mothers a drug addict.
She would do anything to escape this world
Of darkness,
But no one seems to know.
She puts on this picture perfect image
To protect herself,
Despite it killing her that her voice will never be heard
No one seems to even notice
The bruises on her legs and back
Or how she always seems to go to the bathroom
Every time she eats "too much."
If she told anyone,
They would hate her,
Her parents would hurt her,
And she would never have any hope
Of becoming the girl she pretends to be.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
Minutes to hours to days to weeks
No one can find what they do not seek
Persist even when the future is bleak
Make better choices
The heart is strong when the spirit is weak
Don't heed the voices
The ones that speak to you alone
That talk you into what you can't condone
They say you have no mind of your own
And the flesh will rule you
And you feel a child, even though you're grown
How the mind can fool you
Feelings overrule the mind
The heart is ever so unkind
With temptation close behind
It's logic or passion
It's a battle you will find
of brutal fashion
Lodged between the moral wrong
More than tragedy in song
Walking where you don't belong
The path's not chosen
Standing still, yet pulled along
Toward a heart Ambrosian
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
I will not cover my breast as an apology for this body
I will not bow my head as an apology for being beautiful
I will not smile at your misogynistic jokes to massage your ego
I will not let liquor give you an excuse as to why it is okay for you to pin my arms
And take my lack of communication as me wanting it
Me wanting you
To take from me something you would not get from a more alert woman.
I will not purchase pants
In favor of dresses and skirts that do not ******* say "this is yours"
Nothing about even my bare body screams "this is yours"
Nothing about my passing glance says "take me" unless I tell you to.
I cannot submit to a man who doesn't fix his mouth to ask me if I want to.
I will not walk this life as a nun hoping you don't pound me to the pavement in your struggle to take control
And gain this power you feel should automatically be yours
To overrule my *****
No matter
How bare my breast are
How high my skirt rises
How flirty my friendliness is
How my back slopes
How my hands move
How firm my no is
my stop
I can't
please don't
please leave
not yours
don't ****
please stop
not yours
not yours
no
no
no.
And with a mind a weak as yours
You shatter
You break
You tear through flesh.
You forget we are made of the same bones
That their is flesh here
That now holds taint here.
I will never find an ocean deep enough to drown myself of you
Absolve myself of sins I had no say in.
And no matter how brittle my bones are
How broken my spirit is
My lips will seal themselves,
Hollow out any lingering screams
Because, society will tell me that I made myself too pretty
That I showed too much skin
in contrast to the heated sun
That I swallowed too much liquor
And walked too ******* ****
And danced a bit too free
all in preparation for
concrete, cold, hard, forced, penetrated
remnants of you.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Don’t look-
Turn away from the
imperfect.
Turn away from the
homeless man sleeping on a bench
across the street from the Ritz.
Turn away from the
woman asking for coins
outside a nice restaurant.
Turn away from the
elderly woman trying
to cross the street.
Turn away from the
disabled man
standing on the bus.
How quickly one becomes
accustomed to waking around
partially blind.
Society allowing selfishness
to overrule
what is just.
For we should
turn to the
imperfect.
Because those who
society calls imperfect
do not turn away
from each other.
Don’t look-
for you may realize
just who
the imperfect one
truly is.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC
In the month of July during whirlpool
A Legacy was born to challenge a fool
Who in sphere of market did money drool.
As all feast and dance and sing in yule
Many people like Vipul, Maulik and Sanket rule
Over minds of customers who remain very cool
In our D-Mart which served as a perfect tool,
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart Whirlpool.
All - cashier, attendants, owners, sweepers - pull
Praise, sympathy, good words and have globule.
There are many wicked, old, shrewd ghoul
Who conspire against you O! D-Mart, My soul!
ACs, clean floor, smiling faces and nature cool ;
Bhaiya, didi, managers, workers, watchmen Spool
Are the real source of income than other tool,
Come and join the ever-widening D-Mart whirlpool.
Future is bright of D-Mart with such module,
It also includes good products, service Gruel.
No judge can verdict anything like rice overrule
Or China food item never finds in its pool;
Clean and healthy food items, fine variety gul
And great discount on many items that ridicule
Those who conspire despise it for its fame and tool,
Come and join the ever-winding D-Mart whirlpool.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Love is never logical
and lust has no remorse
we follow instincts that
overrule what we know is
what we really need.
We often cannot say
how or why
because feelings are
so much harder to
say than to feel.
You can have this
ground-breaking love, or
an earth-shattering pain,
but all you can do really
is explain who made you
feel the way that you do,
never how or why.
Maybe love is not
supposed to be
this way, but it is
all I know.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
I've seen grace overrule unmet qualifications
I've seen grace speed up promotion
I've seen grace overshadow flaws
I've seen grace open up unexpected doors
...Amazing grace, how sweet the sound!
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
When you read someone's story,
And you find there's space for improvement,
how 'bout filling the gaps yourself;
Rereading it the way you think it should be,
adding in the extra words you'd like to see.
With what is there and you already like,
Be kind enough to say.
Compliment the good in their work:
redemption's on it's way.
If you seek the light, and ignore the dark,
good will seem to overrule,
will be the righteous spark.
© J-d S. J
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
It really isn't a poem
It's a way of life without you in it
choking on words that might have made it different
your resentment and bitterness
still couldn't overrule my love of you
leaving to preserve what was left
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Most of the time I fear I'm just a fool for you
And that you are my favorite
And maybe I'm just your favorite doll
You can play with me whenever you want, then put me on the shelf to collect dust because you know I'll be right here when you want me again
Sometimes it's hours
Sometimes it's weeks
But on the shelf I sit, eagerly waiting for you return
Nothing brightens me up more then when you come back
Even when you make me angry I want you around
I want you around even when you make me sad
And the only sense of that I can make is that I am more miserable without you
And there are times that you never put me back on the shelf
You make me feel so needed
You play with my hair and ask me about my day
You let me be myself
Even when I'm not so pretty
And it's all so overwhelming, how could I ever walk away?
How could the restless moments waiting for you overrule all those moments of happiness?
All your words can't be lies
All your feelings can't be fake
So why do you always leave?
Why do you always have to find another doll?
And why does she seem to get the better parts of you, when I accept all the worst parts of you?
Even on the days I sit lifeless, tears silently falling down my cheeks
Why am I not enough?
What more could I give to be enough?
The only doll you want around?
I know when you go, you're always going to come back
But, it's getting harder to always bare a smile when there's so much hurt inside
I can't walk away
I've tried
I don't want to be the one who always sits on this shelf
I want to mean more
I want you to feel a pang from my absence
I want what I want to matter
I want this shelf to burn down into the ground
So when the smoke clears you realize you don't have anywhere to just leave me
That maybe I never belonged on the shelf in the first place
I want you to see, I'm the doll worth keeping
I want to see I'm not just your fool
Playing a part that'll never just be mine
Or I need you to just say what I dread
That I am just your favorite fool
And a place on your shelf is all I'm ever going to have
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
This world feels
So foreign to me;
Though I was born in it,
It doesn't feel a part of me.
Give me a reason:
Good enough to stop and see,
What, through optimism,
This world could be.
Tell me of happiness,
And tell me of delight:
That could shine through this darkness,
Like a heavenly light.
Talk to me of love;
And of its virtuous beauty:
That can be felt through jealousy,
And not be borne like a duty.
Speak of the truth,
That guides me through falsehood;
That tells me how life is worth living,
And the living are worth some good.
Remind me of ignorance:
How blissful a mind in its presence can be;
And tell me how imagination,
Can overrule reality.
I ask this not for luxury,
But rather, out of necessity:
For my life has lost its meaning,
And with it, its integrity.
So, this world,
It feels so alien to me;
Though I was born in it,
It doesn't feel a part of me.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
From all the scripted things I've said to you
To all the brand new and the nerves
I rise and set around you ever since
Wishing everything was mine and yours
It's a slow unrolling gaining force each time
And avalanching into every day's dreams
I wasn't ready to admit it, but now
I couldn't have designed you better
I can't help but concentrate on
How perfect you are
Because you remind me of everything good
And the tone of your voice can level me out
I think about you coming like a flash of lightning
I think about you changing my mind
I would have never given in except over you
You overrule me with any effortless laughter
At the first sign he will be that kind of starry eyed forever
I will sign away my everything, and venture into that wild.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
instead of giving up, i gave in.
mistake?
maybe.
i guess we'll see...
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
Their eyes meet...
from two opposite corners of the room,
immediately recognizing,
but still familiarizing
eagerly staring
without faltering
each other' s thoughts, they are reading
yet, torn by hindrances existing...
But their hearts and minds overrule...
"forget the couples surrounding!
forget the music playing!
forget the shadows in the dance ongoing!"
Not a blink, not a wink...
eyes, seem deliberating,
steps, though measured, still move in haste,
walking,
the distance, lessening,
crossing,
nearing without knowing...
hands clasp
slowly,
tightly...
lovingly accepting...
Hearts are beating faster,
now communicating...
how could it be possible
to touch without touching?
thinking their lips, kissing,
to hug without embracing,
through their eyes,
caressing...
~~~it is time to escape~~~
Eyes still glued to each other,
face to face this moment,
here...now...
breath against breath,
lips...apart...begging...
both unaware
of their chests thumping...
arms seeking arms,
lips seeking lips...
this is the moment....
sweet, sweet surrender...
love, long withheld, to be released,
desire, has to be unleashed...
Two old lovers,
once lonely doves, now making love,
in their own passionate way,
making up for long lost times...
Two old lovers,
left with no choice but to
tread along life's beaten roads,
find comfort once again,
in each other' s warmth...
arms wouldn't dare let go,
never, never again....
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A Bayan
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
The emotions that were created to please have taken a plunge into the misinformed vision, you have become drained as your actions have placed a negative perception on who you are and what you show, displacing the strategy of your intentions on the light somehow became dark after your selfish temptation started taking control, now the abandonment of love crushes the very dream you had wished for.
Within the time of this creation of false reality you have become blind to what is true, now all you can do is focus on the path in which you have traveled, with this hellish outcome in the open I have come crawling on my knees begging myself for an explanation of why I embraced the fool within, I have taken in the pain, yes the feeling is of being lost inside.
No one to turn to
No one to run to
No one to hold on to when times of penetrating caress form within you.
I despise these decisions.
The one of destruction took away from you, the one thing that would keep you wrapped up inside the arms of security.
Change has to come, indefinitely, this decision will overrule the wrong.
The torture makes no sense.
I lower my head in disbelief.
Written By: Christopher M. Schultz
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC