"overrules" poems
We live in a judgemental society
Where the real you is only abstract.
From a young age we are taught to believe
That only society can define how you act.
From the moment we enter the world
We are forced to sign a contact.
Torn away from freedom of opinion
We begin our journey with no way back.
Beauty overrules personality
Money defines your future
Being intelligent is a crime
And standing out makes you a loser.
The paths you choose to follow
Always end the same.
There is no way to escape society
Because we all have been chained.
People are ridiculed for being happy
But called weak when sad.
We dare not share our views
For we’d be labelled as mad.
We live in a judgemental society
Where no one seems to win.
Forced to be someone society defines,
The real you fades within.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
I believe that fairy tales are just that: fairy tales.
Magic doesn't exist, and of course imagination is just that: imagination.
Something not real, an internalised, idealised creation.
Happy ever afters,
and Prince Charming hero's,
are just a lovers fantasy notions.
But we are there,
You know,
at that stage where Romeo is madly in love with...Rosaline.
Those evil family relations surround us and a wicked stepmother who overrules.
Girls everywhere are obsessed with being the fairest of them all,
Eagerly anticipating a dark and handsome: Mr. Tall.
Waiting on that fairy godmother to appear,
but its already too late because the wolfs already had his dinner,
and a sleeping beauty has yet to be kissed out of her nightmare.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
This reoccurring nightmare overrules me deep in sleep
Won’t wake me from my slumber,
Imprisons me in this keep
I try to run, I try to scream.
This is my certainty
Stuck in this bad dream
There, all about me are these stone cold walls
Over-protecting, so suspicious, untrusting …
They guard my soul.
Asking why are they so **** tall.
Restricting my heart I’m bound.
Powerless, I trail this authority
What hope is there now?
I pray in this frigid nightmare for the strength that I won’t break
Eager to be released from this lonely place
I’ll lie right here. My sanity they can’t take.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
When our kids shelter in place
Inside of their schools
And our president breaks
All of the rules
And locks children in cages
Which proves that he's cruel
We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
When criminals are pardoned
As part of the tools
That the president uses
To protect his footstools
Which he bandies about
Like they were precious jewels
We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
Who proceed blindly
Like a wagon train of mules
Who are being driven
By an assortment of ghouls
Who push our buttons
And change our molecules
We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
Who resist climate change
And biofuels
Those who mention them
He simply overrules
With little resistance
From those he ridicules
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019. All rights reserved.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.
Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis Thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourish'd by Thy Word,
Let soul and body praise the Lord!
My streams of outward comfort came
From Him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want His bounty gives,
By whom my soul forever lives.
Either His hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.
Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!
It means Thy praise: however poor,
An angel's song can do no more.
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from the anthology of the unwritten,
from the tombs of the stillborn,
where carcasses of idled titles and orphaned stanzas
do not compete for proof of life,
and
nameless birth certificates unissued,
yellowing and wasting midst
crumbling aleph bet spawn
here
comes a poem of concession
comes a poem of summation
of a life lived, knotted poorly, not well,
worse cursed as vanilla inadequate
the satisfaction in the writing,
the gleeful breaking of the sac,
the gushing relief giving way to
the childbirth of a new moon-poem,
arrested, wrested
a single plague affliction,
the cancer of weakness,
means Pharaoh wins
the cancer of weakness
no cure, no pharmaceutical poultice,
spreads insidious; one day - pain in the remote,
your big toe, then
next you can only street stagger
begging forgiveness and the kindness of strangers
hoping for the accidental cure of touch,
the miscellany lottery ticket probability of low chance
the visible mark you leave,
a weak indentation upon a pillow,
it is the dented head, cut deep by the shadow,
shake it out and you're a disappeared one,
nothing to show,
did someone once sleep here?
you were once upon a time
binary
a 1
now a 0 -
flip flop bottom top,
listening to Frank's "That's Life"^
my litany too long;
woeful work this business of flailing,
posting a tired-out self help love poem
ain't no cure for the falling-out-of-love
black and blue, self-inflicted bruising blues,
the wrists ache
the bones don't freak
but squeal, somebody's squeezing me
the alarm clock, a death knell,
everyone saying don't worry
you got a proven record,
the boss's eyes twinkling
"but what have you done for me lately?"
funny
Death says
Hey, aren't you the boss?
Who shall over rule thy Dominion?
What have thy done to yourself lately?
Answer: never end a poem with a question mark @
3:06am
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:16 AM UTC
By Arcassin B
Slash, dangerous,
Break in some glass, I'm your home,
The tranquil place, the happy place,
about to be drowned in blood,
Fixing William Shatner mask,
I carry my demons heavily on my shoulder,
Provoking me, you would also be stupid to get
close to me,
The devil's messenger incarnate leaking through scared and drippy as I ascended the passage of evil,
Be glad I didn't RIP out the pupils,
I'm way worse than messily cabin fever,
The one that snips Roses and tulips,
Like chasing after a relative that doesn't think I exist,
Letting them know that my legend lives,
No dogs live to take a ****
You could get the blade or the fist,
Halloween is the day of bliss,
A devil on a night like this,
Wake to fulfill demon hour wish,
Wake to fulfill demon hour wish,
A devil on a night like this,
Halloween is the day of bliss,
You could get the blade or the fist.
●
I could feel as good as I feel , when I,
Let go,
We could make this right in our wills,
Feel free,
I don't know,
I don't know,
The horrors that await you can not illustrate you,
Their aiming to take this world from you,
specifics when theres rent due, they would want to
take you,
No streets , cars or avenues,
The hills definitely have eyes , we call them vultures,
Infiltration in disguise, we are their adventures,
A voyage , a play , a stage to be performed on,
This life is too fake to hold on,
Wool over the eyes of some , might as well put the mold on,
I wouldn't leave you to dry and dye a different color of your love for me, positivity overrules this tree,
Don't you ever think that I, don't love you cause I do, don't **** me,
It would break my heart if you , thought i didn't care, don't eat me,
Don't you ever think that I, don't love you cause I do,
It would break my heart if you , thought i didn't care.
©abpoetry2020 ©arcassinburnham2020.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 2:08 AM UTC
Born are we in a world brimming with chaos and unrest,
Where slave trade is no surprise,
The cries of our fellow comrades go unheard,
This cannot go on any longer,
Destruction overrules our constitution.
Every human deserves a chance,
To live a life that is filled with joy and gaiety,
Those are the rights that the Lord gifted them,
And no other human has any right to revoke them.
Are humans so hostile,
That they don't care about others' suffering and pain,
Has the thorn in your flesh stabbed your heart for too long?
That the emotion is leaving you, that you no longer care?
If you believe in the Lord,
You have to believe in others,
And if you destroy others,
You are destroying yourself,
You are killing your own rights.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
The catch about alcoholic beverages is not exactly what you're taught, again and again, during school.
The catch is not that it impairs your thinking and awareness abilities. It is how even though one is fully aware of the situation at hand, carelessness overrules all other emotions (besides lust) and logical reasoning.
This - and nothing else - is what pushed me to commit a sin I would've otherwise not committed.
That, indeed, is quite an astonishing fact considering all the opportunities I'm willing to take in a heartbeat that others would deny in the same, or even less, amount of time.
Perhaps the thought of my now-carried-out transgression had crossed, and even lingered on, my mind.
But the dizzying poison fabricated them into action.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
There are so many people that could just make you or break you,
The constant remarks and snickers from other girls that you are too fat,
You stop eating all together,
How could people be so obnoxious?
If you're not a size 6 you are not good looking,
You won't eat again until you are just skin and bones,
You won't ever be as perfect as those models, NEVER.
You develop a constant obsession with being perfect,
When really you can't see what you are doing to yourself.
Others around you notice but choose to ignore.
When one day you have a fight with your mother in public,
She calls you 'A stupid, ugly, anorexic bitch',
But this deosn't sting anymore because you are so used to abuse from her,
She frequently tries to run you out of the family,
Not even caring that you are her own flesh and blood,
Her fear controls her,
The fear of having one of 'those' people in her family overrules her judgment,
The times you needed her she turned her back,
Every action you did made her loath you even more,
She puts in a face to please those around her,
But you know the real her,
And your are ashamed to call her, but still do,
Your mother.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
Solitude.
A place of my Own
To be Alone
Silence or Pounding Music
Blocking out the Outside world
Soft, damp Color on my hands
Sticky as it dries
Cool, wet paint smears
Brushing my hair back
Worn, wooden paint brush
Rough, peeling
Starting to Rust
Familiar to my hand
Gliding,
Gliding Over
Clean, white canvas
Fumes not Good
Not Bad.
The Scent of fresh
Paint. There
And Loved.
Inside I am Alone
Alone, but Never lonely
Like the mirrors of a Carnival
Distorted, I Am.
There is Angry and
There is Sad and there
Is Hyper and there is
Smart
Sometimes Angry and Sad hang out
And their complaints Create that
Pounding,
Pounding, Aching
Pulsing Pain in my Head
Behind my Eyes and in My
Heart.
Sometimes Hyper overrules the Others
And Smart sits in the Back row
Quietly Calculating the Costs
Because Smart is also Cold and Alone
Observing Life through a Window
Hyper can Chatter Away
Occasionally Forgetting how to make Proper
Words in Her
Excitement.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 10:38 AM UTC
In the absence of breath,
There is no life.
Movements cease,
Songs make slight sense,
Agony overrules,
As smiles disappear.
Laughter is mockery,
Joy is very dim,
Happiness is blurry.
And only pain is clear.
In the absence of breath,there is no life.
But what happens in the absence of life?
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
a hand to hold
sounds so precious
as i lay
in an empty bed
with a full heart
waiting
for someone
to take my hand
my brain overflows
with the thoughts of one
but i dare not tip the glass
for the fear of a spill
overrules the aching
and as it drips
i grasp
for a hand
which doesn't exist
i believe in
love at first sight
because it's the only love
my lonely eyes
can create
a big planet
full of people
and my hand
stays vacant
it's so hard
to say you've never
made contact
with another humans lips
in an unconditional
heartfelt
symbolic
embrace
why
is the only question
i can ask
that will never have an answer
and i have yet
to see a change in that
but i guess
it's for the best
because my weakness
takes over my confidence
and ruins it all
and so i lay
in the empty bed
hand outstretched
waiting
for
touch
love
acceptance
belonging
happiness
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
Conflict of the heart.
Conflict of the mind.
Which one should you follow.
As love is affecting you.
One overrules the other many of times.
Creating a division that will warp your mind.
One says go.
One says hold on.
I'm in control.
Those that says follow your heart.
Also seems to be the same ones saying listen to your mind.
You under the spell of conflict.
Which will eventually drives you to fit.
Conflict of the heart.
Conflict of the mind.
We follow one for pleasurable joy.
Which is mostly the one that leaves you standing out side the door.
While the one we should listen too.
Is bringing all types of guilt upon you.
By secretly reminding you.
Who you truly should have listen too?
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
Here we are again.
This same question.
Why are you crying?
You ask me the question to know the answer.
Not to help.
Some days your curiosity overrules your empathy.
Hasn’t it ever occurred to you that maybe comfort could help?
No.
It probably hasn’t.
I cry because I can’t speak.
My words get caught in my throat until I have to swallow them down like every other thing I’ve ever felt.
Some days emotions feel like marks of an outcast.
Some days my sadness makes you angry.
Is it because you don’t know why?
Does it scare you?
I cry because of you sometimes.
Putting words in my mouth until you make me choke so much that I can’t try to make you understand.
It would never work anyhow. You wouldn’t listen.
“You’re just being argumentative”
“Just breathe”
“Tell me why”
“You’re fine”
“Clean yourself up”
I cry because the way you’ve become accustomed to my pain hurts me deeper than any petty cut caused by some insignificant thing.
I once told you that I thought I had depression.
You replied with “I know.”
You knew.
You.
Knew.
You didn’t help me find my way home.
You left me to drown in my own icy black waters.
I had to claw my way back out.
You just walked away.
I’m trying to understand why.
Was there a reason?
I cry because I don't deserve to.
I know I should be happy.
I know I should be okay.
Why am I falling when I should be flying?
There are people out there who won’t be eating today.
There are people who are mourning today.
There are people who lost everything today.
I am not those people.
Why am I crying today?
I cry sometimes.
Letting my insecurities and fears and anger out of their cages.
Letting the vultures peck away at me until I’m dry and empty.
Lowering myself back on to ground level.
Letting logic regain control of the ship as the storm settles.
Making a bit of room for laughter at the table.
Condensing the voluminous emotions into a simple conclusion that I can carry in my pocket for when I need it.
Why is that a bad thing?
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Maybe she loves too easily
Yet she means it when she says it
Her heart on the table
For the person to devour it.
Maybe she loves too easily
She should see how things will evolve
Before flying, one has to first learn
How to crawl.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
That she should protect herself
So she will not be deceived
So briskly.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
And she should not unless she wants
To slowly sparge the pieces
Of yet another shattered heart.
She gives her love too easily
But when the ones she adores
make it worth it
It overrules
All other times
She ended up sobbing like a fool
The only way to live
To give is to receive
She chooses easily
Over carefully,
Her heart
For the taking.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
Bruised bitter apple:
the horror! To roll across my tracks.
Of the crab variety,
we decipher what's in cider.
Fright, how might, precisely,
the worms persisted- when once
flesh was tender enough?
Now they are dead, the apple dented
where butted their unsuspecting heads.
When guts are made a graveyard,
no Wicked Queen’s power overrules
the external grotesque, or the royal
inner circle’s internal damage, ringed
like trees,
like circles of hell.
Sour taste, and, more importantly--
wriggling, struggling,
self-pesticidal hopes and dreams.
Unsightly to fit their environs.
Some as parasites, but some only friends.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
My iridescent mind
Is no longer subtly out of control.
I've passed the point of madness,
Overthinking
Until I reach the brink.
Tucked under the paranoia
Is the key to my relief.
Disbelief and trust issues
Seeping from my brain
Into the depths of my lungs,
The pit of my stomach,
Brimming my heart.
But the key is lost
And can never be found,
For my iridescent mind overrules it,
And keeps it as a weapon
So the mind can live,
As I so delicately fade away.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Poems become tears,
When reality sinks in,
When Art brings despair,
And paintings become cries.
Dances become disgraces,
Songs pour out insecurities,
Genius bring forth controversy,
Boldness becomes cowardice,
Dreams make disasters,
And Death rules over Life,
When reality sinks in.
Reality, that is.
Reality.
Is that reality?
In sinks reality when
Life overrules Death, and
Disasters make dreams.
Cowardice becomes boldness,
Controversy forth bring genius,
Insecurities outpour songs,
Disgraces become dances,
Cries become paintings; and
Despair brings art when
In sinks reality; when
Tears become poems.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
I am not the diamond girl,
That is, I am not strong for compassion often overrules
I am not clear it is quite difficult for me to express my self on the first try
and hard no I'm soft a mush...
Although sometimes I wish I was strong, clear, and hard
But maybe I am the diamond girl
The diamond girl who emerged from a blackness-
That is prismatic
Ha! a piñata at times,
Shiny(glitter tactlessly applied),
With many faces, hmmm
Who am I tonight-
That is I!
That is the diamond girl
I am!
God **** :)))
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
People warned me,
turned against me,
said I was a fool.
Yet you I trusted
but now that's busted.
Still my love overrules
And I don't wanna ****
something so divine.
Who knew I could have
so much love inside?
Even through all the suffering,
for you I’d still give anything.
You’ve turned my care into a curse,
my offer of aid into a disgrace.
You're always messing with my mind,
sabotaged all I tried to rebuild.
Now I lie in bed alone
clinging to all you left me.
I still look for your attention
and I have cried so much
over your wandering affection,
over how I miss your touch.
Tell me how can I move on
when I’ve loved you so wholly?
But I don't wanna ****
something so divine.
Highly doubt I could
even if I tried.
I’ve held on so tightly
though it’d suffocate me.
But even through all the suffering,
for you I would do anything.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
The stage of human development
The process of advancing society
The culture of a race
Transforming ones personality
To embrace his new found spirituality
I say King, You say demon
I stand united, you stand alone
How did we get here?
A place where fashion overrules social unity
No one is allowed to oppose
Only statues go without clothes
Moulded, painted and erected
With pride hidden from the human eyes
A bizarre term from scholars
Something called obligation
Stealing our freedom
Ignoring our masters notion
Seeking pleasure
I search for exemption
Freedom from oppression
As they battle to end the revolution
Rules made, rules broken
Validation is what we needed
A hint of support, and we hit the road
Head high, smiles wide
We have achieved liberty
And the rest is history
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
My hardest times have frozen me
Hardened my outermost shell
Inside it is cold, painful, lonely
The souls of my feet walk upon shards of ice
Ice much like shining glass
A step is to crumble, with each I lose more faith
More and more until,
Suddenly I can no longer walk, I crumble
Shaking, shivering, waiting
The minutes, moments pass without the slightest notion or sign
Not a trace of notice in their eyes
My own does not even notice the pain
I do not wish to move, standing still pains me less
So I stand and stare with nothing but anguish
Full of utmost hatred, despair, loneliness, cold
Not until then do I realize it is cold still
Time as frozen as the ends of my nerves
Nerves that will never function the same again
Hatred for myself overrules and I redress,
Solemnly limping to an unseen comfort
I am in the presence of warmth but still I tremble
Ruined, an outer shell cracked and crumbling
I must fall, I do not wish to be alone, I am scared
I am cold, I feel a most dreadful sorrow, I cannot stand
I fall, but now you fall with me
We collapse and let our tears melt the ice
Not forever will my loneliness last and we can crumble together
My heart thaws, my chills subside, and hypothermia fades
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
It's not easy being out of the picture I stood in with all of you,
But It's easier than trying to fit in the group.
I didn't give up,
I took myself out of misery.
As I look back my pride overrules my anger.
There were so many times we came together,
I remember very little good.
the picture is now a group of skinny girls and young looking men posing so sexually and rudely.
I was the one taking the photos most of the time.
Though I learned when not to persist,
All I have to say to all of you is,
Thanks.
For absolutely nothing.
I can now call my friends friends.
And they are not the backstabbing type,
They are the fun loving type.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC