"predetermine" poems
They say we exist in rivers of fate
Predetermine pathways we are imprisoned in
Positions we were born for
And to disturb or ignore such strings
Would undermine the order of those things
I say we are free form individuals
With endless paths before and between us
That the reason they want to bind us to fate
Is because they want to blind us
To the weight of our own power
To makes us wait for divine intervention
Instead of having us pay attention
To our intentions and the intention of others
The wealthy and religious classes
Want to politically castrate men and women
Till we are to impotent with diffidence
Unable to make any sort of difference
But that framework doesn’t fit this
World that we seven billion strong have been gifted with
We have more power then we know
And it only grows when we explode
And show it to everyone else
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Neither man nor machine,
these beings; being pipe dreams
were conceived by the silver screen.
Unseen by the naked eye,
they have taken you and I
by surprise like a tractor beam.
Neither the factor of genes nor factories
nor anthropological capacity.
These beings, being faculties of thought,
predetermine the preface of the plot.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
the worst part of being an overanalyzing introvert is unintentionally ruining
every relationship
i have ever had.
i need to be alone to motivate myself.
being alone is how i create energy to take on another full day.
there's a lot of time in a day.
time i will never get back.
so i try my hardest thinking about how to make the best out of it,
which is kind of ironic,
because i'm laying in bed writing this.
wasting precious time.
when it comes to romantics,
there is always a huge price i must pay.
i will spend so much time debating
if you're worth my energy.
i will fight with myself over all of your pros
and your cons.
i'm not trying to push you away,
i'm trying to predetermine our relationship.
it's nothing against you.
i want to love you.
i really do.
but it takes me so much time to motivate myself,
i can't even fathom how i could double this minimal energy to propel someone else.
and the time i have spent trying to write this,
is time i'm wasting while you're sitting wondering what you are doing wrong.
and when i look up from this "poem."
you will already be gone.
and all i will have left.
is this.
some half-assed writing that will one day be dust.
just like you and i.
before i was even done writing it.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Numbness coats my skin
it coats my eyes
my mouth, my brain, my legs
I can barely move
nor do i want to
dumbbells are on top of each shoulder blades
they hung down on my cheeks
they become the shirts I wear
my shoes...
my eyelids
Tired
I'm waiting to be set free from these chains
these awkward chains
and people stare at me
question why I put my head down in long silence
help me, no don't
I'll be okay
I let the dumbbells drag me to the ground
Let me add on its process
I don't want to be here no more
don't want to see the world around me
don't want to feel the touch of predetermine passions
there is nothing but numbness and weight
But what about the light?
who cares, I rather die
then wait
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Destiny?
How does one know their destiny
Is it something we think or Dream
Is it a goal or a challenge
Or does our destiny change everyday
We always sometimes say,
This is my destiny,
to be poor
to be rich
to be famous
to be loved
Destiny?
We all reach our destiny
The inevitable or necessary fate
to which a particular person or thing is destined
A predetermined course of events
considered as something beyond human power or control
The power of thought to predetermine events
Your destiny is now
The past is gone
and the future is not here
Your destiny will change always
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Sometimes it is impossible to predetermine
what it is that will be a good Idea by tomorrow;
in fact it is rare to have such powers of Forecast.
I do not call it Prediction;
for a Prediction is to "predefine", literally,
not to even give it a chance before you decide;
whereas a Forecast is a reasonable Estimate
based in Statistics, a realm of Mathematics.
A Science and an Art; Mythic Reasoning.
I will not deny the possibility of Prediction,
Prediction would indeed be a grand gift,
I simply forecast that it isn't very likely at all.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Their way:
Nothing final about it.
They will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Getting into a good school
Earning a good living
What would I do without a white collar job?
A fancy car?
A perfect life?
Mine:
I will write poetry while everyone is in a fury.
I will try, but I will not take it too seriously.
I believe in grades as much as unicorns.
Do I do well? sure, but I know something they don't
That life is more than numbers and dollar bills.
It cannot be boiled down to physics and chemistry
We might be governed by laws and rules
but I refuse to let them predetermine the rest of my life.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
I wake up just before the alarm
Before the crack of dawn
Usually the sun is peaking from under the horizon
Waiting for me
It's cold today, and I needed it's radiant light more then ever
I look over my shoulder and she gone
Even her indention has faded
We cuddle last night
Did I do it wrong
Was my body no warm enough
That's what happens when you sleep
With someone cold hearted
She left a note on the pillow with smeared lipstick streaked across it
I dare no open it
I pick it up an exhale deeply
Steam pouring from my mouth
I look out the window the sun still hasn't rising for me
It's already 12 o'clock
I rub my hands over the lipstick
Trying to remember the feel of your lips
**** it, I open it
And smirk two words
She never met my infatuation with detail
My predetermine guess was met
The End
Was all she wrote
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.
It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.
But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.
To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.
Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.
But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 5:34 AM UTC
This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.
It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.
But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.
To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.
Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.
But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 5:34 AM UTC
I can feel the trembling in my ear, I'm afraid of myself. Worried I'll predetermine the rapture, and have you running away.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC