"reputations" poems
Situations find themselves unraveling uncontrollably,
picking at scabs of superiority,
delving into wide expanded pits of insecurity.
The master of masking change
would be the ever drifting reputation,
it leaves bitter, it brings hate.
May I express how much I hate?
Nothing squirms and squiggles uncontrollably
more, than watching reputations
crumble, due to fake superiority.
What do I want, change!
What does she want? Change, but she gets insecurity.
To understand the confliction, insecurity
must paint walls of peeling purple hate.
Well, something in you will change.
You may remain stubborn, uncontrollably
defending your sudden superiority,
you’re just choosing a rotten reputation.
I wish to fly you to a new nation, I mean shes breaking your reputation.
I’d like to find the spot in your mind resided by insecurity,
I know you’re not studded with superiority.
She’s finding a reason for everyone else to hate
the way you attract uncontrollably.
Nothing about you, in you, should change,
because this digs deeper than the change
her and my relationship took, than are used to be reputation
of adoring each other uncontrollably.
of ignoring that insecurity.
of the day she learned to hate,
spindling a slippery net of superiority.
Her comfort zone of a home lays in superiority,
I’d rather cry endlessly than change
by cultivating my hate
for her, for her debilitating take on your reputation.
Transperency touches insecurity
and you are broken, falling uncontrollably.
I will continue to hate her superiority, but that won’t reflect on her reputation.
You mustn’t change your disposition, but lose the grip on insecurity
Don’t you dare hate these words, they care, they love uncontrollably.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC
my mask is pretty.
Its got happienes all over it.
Gleaming smiles, and a convincing laugh.
My mask has no fear.
It shines when nothing else will.
It's a great actor,
successful poet,
talented singer,
amateur artist,
great thing little mask.
My mask shows people hope.
Serenity,
insanity.
my mask remembers the person behind it, too.
The countless tears that strolled down my face.
It remembers the fears I have of going home,
returning to emptiness
My mask reminds me that I'm alone,
while taking me to others that could not even care.
My mask has a plastered smile when I just want to scream.
It strangles me,
*"reputations
reputations"*
it wants me to be someone that I want to forget!
This mask may make me look good on the outside,
but honestly
I'm dead on the inside,
like a tree
still standing,
but not functioning
Like ****
I can't be who I want to be,
because that person is far stranger than anyone you've ever seen.
I can't
be
myself
this mask I hold buries me in my own darkness.
It holds the knife to my throat.
My mask saves me but curses me.
This reputation I hold is supposed to define me.
But I'm losing everything
everything
the girl I like is fading away
my best friend is noticing my flaws
nothing is working
anymore
MY TOWER IS BREAKING
MY MIND FADING.
<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Into a word
of
chaos
I am dying.
This mask is burying me beneath the surface.
It's consuming me.
Eating my life whole.
This ***** of a feeling.
This....darkness.
Is all because it makes me good
This mask brings me a feeling of belonging.
But after all,
it is
just
a
mask
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
Isn't it funny
how the whole world is ran
on reputations.
People bend themselves
to match the expectations of others.
They do not allow themselves to do things
for the sake of their reputations.
People don't let themselves
be themselves
Everyone tries to act
like what they see.
Its too bad most people cannot see
the personalities of the goodhearted people.
Life covered in a thousand scars.
Each time we are seen as different,
the scar reopens.
The cycle repeats,
and what is hurt
can never be fixed.
Reputations
**** society.
People strive to be
smartest
prettiest
kindest
hardest worker
biggest ****
and everything in between,
and those who do not "fit"the category
are discarded into the land of the lost.
Reputations ****
Why can't people just accept others
for who they really are
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
It's all going strange, or so I think;
'For whom the bells toll,' ringing all week.
The truth is told, witches do not sink,
Burnt at the stake, for the lies you speak.
Presecuted; superstitous men,
Accuse and choose; God fearing, they ****
Eradicate if you don't fit in;
Wipe out those with the strongest free will.
Witch hunts aren't exclusive to the past,
Each day we read about people burnt;
In the tabloids, reputations last;
They are not killed, but families are hurt.
Witches; daughters of humility,
Not called a witch but 'celebrity'.
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
Betty Jones was a talker.
Had the whole town spun in her web.
Door to door she'd collect her prey. Cunningly, she'd score on each stay.
In confidence, they'd all come clean
About some week old drama
or the fresh cooked steam.
And while she twisted
And plotted
and sewed
the lies and propaganda began to grow.
She became ever so greedy
with reputations held up in her fist
that she didn't seem to notice, really, the deep hole they'd dug in her midst.
Shed thought she had it made,
her silky voice and her grin....
Thought she'd go on forever....
Until one day the did her in!
Betty Jones was a talker.
Had the whole town spun in her web.
Not thinking of the consequences.
She ended up dead.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
glistening
morning dew
the sky
a golden hue
you’re in bed
with someone new
you are in love
with only you
you say we’re done playing
this hurtful little game
ruining the reputations
of both our names
but when I suggest
we start taking things serious
you respond by telling me
that you are still curious
about the bodies with which
you haven’t yet had sx
every time you say it, you break me
like I’m one of your objects
you think I don’t know you?
we’ve already met
took me a while
didn’t realize at the outset
your face is different
now you’re a brunette
but the game’s always the same
and it hasn’t changed yet
say whatever you can
just to make her wet
say what she wants to hear
and what you want, you’ll get
“tell her she’s the only one you’re talking to
her dress might hit the floor”
“tell her that you care
she might let you make her sore”
“tell her you can’t breathe without her
she might let you go hrdcre”
“but if you tell her that you love her……….
then you’re guaranteed to score”
so I know what you do
and I know who you are
and right now you’re in bed
with Red Crop Top from the bar
she’s still sleeping so you text me
“I love you,” with a heart
wow...
even Pinocchio’s nose couldn’t stretch that far
you’re in bed
with someone new
so the blame
goes to you
because I can’t be happy
without you
but I can’t be happy
with you too
you break hearts and promises
it makes me blue
if only I could
get over you
I can’t get over
while I’m still under
you’ll never love me
that will be your greatest blunder
you make my heart break
can you hear its thunder
I wanna text back
but you’re with her
I’m sure last night
is still a blur
quick! put the phone down
she’s beginning to stir
she’ll say “good morning”
with a seductive purr
you’ll search your mind for a name
but you can’t remember her
“was she really worth my pain?”
my mind will wonder
but I decide to reply…..
“I love you too”
glistening
morning dew
the sky
a golden hue
and you’re in bed
with someone new
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 2:16 PM UTC
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!)
Rockin country genre
"Big Mouth Surgery"
(by david John Clare)
(rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix)
Wow! She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot
But we don't get... just what she's trying to say
We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet
Guess all them new school-words get in the way
We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician
But he wanted more... than we could pay
So we took her down to see... our local town physician
And here's what old doc... had to say
Boys...
"She needs Big Mouth Surgery"
Her tongue is on the blink
She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more
'Cause she don't know how to think
So please don't be stallin'
Her brain is now corrupt
Can't you see that she has fallen'
And she just can't ''shut-up!"
Big Mouth Surgery
Cause no pills seem to work
Hurry please now doctor
Before she drives us all berserk
Big Mouth Surgery
But will it work without a doubt?
Better make it a lobotomy
Before she starts to shout!
(solo)
Our reputations are expensive
While her talk is **** cheap
You just can't tell her nothin'
'Cause a secret she can't keep
No one seems to know
What the fuss is all about
We're just waitin' for her brain
To catch up with her mouth
She needs Big Mouth Surgery
Her mind is on the blink
She always talks, talks and talks all day
Why can't she just please stop & think?
So please don't be stallin'
Her head is all corrupt
Can't you see that she has fallen'
Her fat-mouth can't shut-up!
Big Mouth Surgery
We need to find her a shrink
Hurry please there doctor
Before she drives us all to drink
Big Mouth Surgery
She's heard north, east, west & south
Who gave her brain a laxative?
Got diarrhea of the mouth!
Big Mouth Surgery
No pill can take effect
Hurry please now doctor
She is a mental wreck
Our minds: she made us loose
Her words: just seem to ooze
It's so hard: to take a snooze
We just drown all-day in *****
Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . .
To wash away our ear-ache blues!
Yip Yip Zip Lip! ...Yee Haw!
(c) 2009 David Wayne Clare
CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI
all rights reserved
in perpetuity
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
Contracts, don't need 'em
Not worth their weight in sand
Make a deal with me, it's good when
I shake you by the hand
A bond that's like no other
Only two good men can make
Is formed when they agree and
They give their hands a shake
Give me your hand brother
Grip it nice and firm
Look me in the eye son,
And this is where you'll learn
A man with a strong handshake
Is a man who'll seal the deal
So, grab my hand, hold firmly
And show me what I say is real
No fancy city lawyers
No judges making deals
A handshake strong and firm
You know the deal is real
Two men, their reputations
Out there laying on the line
Committed by a handshake
And to me, that is just fine
Give me your hand brother
Grip it nice and firm
Look me in the eye son,
And this is where you'll learn
A man with a strong handshake
Is a man who'll seal the deal
So, grab my hand, hold firmly
And show me what I say is real
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
Hidden from the world, their expectations too high
I will never reach them, even if I try.
So I change myself; My face, my hair,
Everything that makes me ME, no one will care.
Soon enough, I'm not the same as I used to be
No longer that little girl that everyone loved to see.
I have become a fake person with fake aspects
So afraid of their expectations of having to be perfect.
I have lost the only people that cared about the real me
Now I'm a nail, holding up their reputations like the tool they want me to be.
I am defenseless and the only thing I can do is be quiet
This is what I wanted, right? The new look, personality and diet.
I wanted to reach their expectations and still I fail to do that
I changed myself for them but still they walk all over me like a mat.
I guess their expectations were too high, I couldn't go that far
Now I have to live with them ******* me dry of myself like the leeches they are.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
it took him two hours to
count the bills; would you
believe that?
hihihi
global network
brokers
state's attorneys
distributors
transnational trucking
not to mention the
containers
entrepreneurs like him
timeless my dear!
he descends from
a lineage of
cold-blooded
hawk-eyed
eager
men
quite brutish well but who
wouldn't fight for money?
you see?
moreover as far as
i'm concerned
we are talking about a well established
name here; engraved above monuments
nationwide
you mustn't worry
good people
clean reputations
don't look behind you
don't mind the reflection
don't try to feel the hole in
the back of your head
it's just your blood
it will be over
you have to die now
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
The epiphanies of my failures
and the reaper of reputations
strip me to the bone
strip me to the bone, and leave me bare to dry
licked repeatedly by the incinerating
UV rays of humanity.
Care not for me.
Care not.
Hold me never.
Laugh, laugh and walk away.
Left to my own, my ingenuity.
I build myself, I create myself.
I unbrainwash myself!
Years of reconstruction.
I succeed to emerge a greatness.
An inner entity of amazement.
No one understands.
Failure? I wonder..
Pain always lingering in the depths.
Inadequacies, ********
I push past, deal with, and battle face to face.
To leave dismembered on the floor.
Step on it, stomp it deep.
plunge it down to surface again in light.
ME
hold me, love me if your able.
Never take for granted,
my soul, not of this life.
This place, these people, this society.
I am light.
Capable of so many inconceivable things.
I am light
I need only when I let myself need.
I need you, only if to see me.
The true me,
The me no one can possibly see.
I cry, I love, I feel, I am awakened!
© Crystal Erickson 11/24/07
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
i wish to reveal a most precious thing
as Spring has begun
my dearest Daddy’s Birthday is done
he is not a man of celebrations
i want to disclose this personal’s manifest
as his blueprint, i am really beatific
i am very fortunate to be able to recollect
all and everything
to be your beloved daughter
is one most precious and delightful evidence
such a coziest feel to have you in my presence
you embody all that is calm and peaceful
no other impervious Daddy then you, my handsome sensitive
your BirthDay, dearest Daddy is never nebulous
the reputations you left us are all fabulous
you told me tales, they are in fact realities
you are one of a kind, your mind so sublime
you constantly cared and loved me, i am your prime
i love to tell superlatives about you
you deserve the most, dearest Daddy,
i am very proud of you, of your humor and your visions
your cartoons, drawings, and your fascinating paintings
you conjured magic in all your writings
C.C. was your weekly talkings
Charlie was your weekly walkings
in the world of Charlie Chan
i am very fond of you, my very talented Daddy
i know your world too, owned by you as a stage performer….
i remember everything, every detail hidden in my mind
i wish to reveal the most precious thing
last night i went to your place, i was wondering
you were not there, i started sobbing….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
21st March 2017
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
something told me to run back to you,
never doubted the person that was inside of you,
you ruined my whole sight of virtue,
but the kisses made it clear,
even past your curfew
you would always consume,
instead of assume,
at the time losing you made it terrible,
my life is terrible,
my reputations ruined,
but in your eyes we were both in the same boat too,
even wanted to be engaged to you,
told you that i will be true,
but you took it in consideration,
as me one day leaving you,
same situation i would not dare put you through,
from every detail to your shoes,
i'd never do that to you,
wanted it to be me and you,
and when life hands you lemons,
**** it make lemon juice.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Those who maliciously destroy
Reputations. They slime their way
Over the Internet. Completely
Lacking in courage, they go behind backs,
Lashing out at their victims with
Scurrilous versions of "the truth".
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
I am Ether
and it's hard luck these days
with nobody making you famous
There is a lead cloud pregnant
with memories worse than burns
raining like errant artillery
I have to bite with my best teeth
to rewind pleasure and fossilize
painful reputations
You put murderers tattoos on my
social membrane by a diseased loop
Obviously I run like a rabbit and
backflip and rip in half the sky
Anonymity boils
Jarry shoots his ephemeral pistol
outside the theatre at fictional
Paris of your half dream
these ghosts circle your nerves
bleeding christmas sugar
gasping kerosene charisma
atop the peak of repute
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
your first pleasures were touch, taste and the arms that held you so dear
when the school bell rang for the first time, you felt fear
then you calmed at the sound of her sweet voice
you learned security
from the first gold star and smiley face
you knew you had promise
and with loving guidance you continued to flourish
you abided
you listened
your artwork told a feeling, it was scary,
but it drew people to you
Oh how they marveled!
you felt pleased and accomplished
what great fun you had joining the band
even earning solo perfomances
you were shy but you did it
your first love stroked your perfect hair
you were accepted
the sound of the wheels
and the feel of the board beneath your feet
brought a thrill
your scarring brought valor
a bounty of achievements
in such a short span of time
you were respected by so many
you felt you accomplished
you had the freedom to be whom-ever
without the pressure of a significant price
what happened?
was it that hard?
you knew what worked
was it your shyness or those who attracted you?
oh, the chemicals took hold and embraced you!
the temporary feeling of greatness that took hold of you
with no fear, accomplishment, promise, valor
it was done in one night with a pill
your arrogance has taken hold
you refuse to abide and listen,
did you ever think those who surround you,
feel so small that they see no way out other than a pill?
why do you think it’s always you?
what will you become if you cannot experience gain or loss?
that’s what molded you
if you only knew, this substance is nothing
it has no feeling,
destroys reputations
depletes your soul
and ages you beyond recognition
the life of promise
and freedom you once had
is fleeting
but my dear,
it is never too late to recapture it
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
"Define life," he said, "In under seven words."
Several gave their answers,
cold and scientific, their wavering hands,
hoping for good reputations.
I had an answer.
The word leapt to my lips,
struggled to part them,
but I clenched my teeth to hold it back.
"Love." My heart whispered.
"We have not life, if we have not love."
But love is not in the textbook.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
what if I'm not that deep person who can write with a certain flow with her words,
what if I'm not that person with a boyfriend, who gets closer and closer to losing her virginity,
what if I'm not the giggly girly shopping gossip girl who doesn't get ****** jokes,
what if I'm not into series of tv shows and don't get hooked on to them and grip them with my life,
what if I'm not the boyish one who makes ***** jokes and seems like the tom boy,
what if I'm not the smartest girl in the grade with top averages who will gets straight As.
everyone has these reputations. everyone is known for something special
what am I? Who do people think of me as? That one friend who is like the others?
Is the freaking shadow of everyone. the follower?
Well this 'follower' has dreams too. Wild ones. She also has deep poems etched in her being
She has a ****** side (doesn't everyone?) and dreams of wild dreamy guys
She is girly deep within sometimes. theres an itch to wear nice clothes and shop (RARELY)
She has a few fandoms, though she doesn't worship them, and create her personalty from them
She is a tom boy, but she doesn't constantly talk about it, even though she acts like one
She is smarter than some think, so don't call her Stupid! that was drilled into her head years ago (No need to remind)
She does dream and does have obsessions, she does read up and research things!
But i wonder if anyone will notice? I wonder if anyone knows I've finally figured out i know what i am
I am a little bit of everything. But since I'm not any of the extremes, I won't be noticed
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
I was eclipsed by you.
You came into my life
and extinguished the world I knew.
When I awoke from the dream,
I was transformed.
I opened my eyes and truly saw for the first time.
The blind, with renewed vision.
A miracle, and no less.
I could breathe for the first time.
All weight was lifted from my chest.
Expectations and reputations, demolished.
I filled my lungs with you.
I inhaled your beauty.
I reached out my hands.
I could feel!
Oh, I could feel!
It was so real, it was magic.
I held you,
and so I held the world within my grasp.
I had only touched disappointment and lies
Before that day.
There was warmth,
You lit me on fire.
The ice thawed from my heart
And melted my walls.
I was free!
You were the one that found the key I had hidden.
I buried it beneath the earth,
Or at the bottom of the ocean,
But you found me.
You unlocked me from my prison.
I was eclipsed by you.
When the sun returned to its place in the sky,
The world looked completely new,
Under the renewed lights.
Nothing could ever compare to the beauty I saw
When you opened my eyes,
and I saw you seeing me.
The image is burned in my retinas.
And now, forever, I shall see you.
Never again to be blinded.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Their humble characteristics are recognizable,
with a lifestyle lacking excess and opulence;
familiar with the idea of “sowing and reaping”,
they know their actions always have consequence.
Apostles of Christ examine ways of Kingdom building,
and are not tied to one specific church location,
for their daily needs are not hierarchically-based.
They avoid wants of gratuitous, personal recognition.
Operating with a pure heart, free of lust for things,
they live a simple life, without concealed agendas;
speaking The Word intelligibly, over all situations,
they promote the Kingdom without unholy propaganda.
They understand the functionality of wealth and money,
but are not motivated by King Midas’ golden greed.
Instead they lay down their lives for the Gospel,
with a servant’s heart, that’s reflective of His seed
which was been planted deep within their inner soul.
Not concerned with their reputations, they serve those
wanting to mature and grow into their identity in Christ,
while overcoming the ongoing pangs of spiritual throes.
The Apostles of Christ demonstrate a divine influence,
pushing the members of The Body in finding real purpose.
They also teach others how to develop an intimate walk
with God, in a relationship that goes beyond the surface.
Since their spiritual and psychological needs are met,
Apostles of Christ can endure periods of great hardship.
Their souls remain satisfied with God’s holy Presence
and they joyfully train The Body in areas of discipleship.
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Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
2 Cor 2:17, 10:10-14, 11:17-12:8; 1 Pet 5:2; 1 Tim 5:17;
1 Cor 4:9, 9:14; Mark 10:42-45; John 10; Rom 15:20;
Rev 12:11; Acts 9, 20:24; Gal 2:19-20; Phil 3:8-14
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
A lion on my left
a tiger to my right
they're sweet
house cats in all actuality
wouldn't harm a fly
until the titles come
and stereotypes must be
perpetuated
so they
with their personalities stripped
keep their vicious reputations
alive
**** for their names
the title that begs them to
"soldier."
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking...
Lost, feeling it until late tomorrow
Feet swallowed by this sorrow
Just like the truth it's hard to swallow
With these demons in brain
You know I can't complain just know I'm going insane, you know I'm with it, I'd wait a whole year or maybe its just 10 minutes so lost keeping up with your feelings, the parchment of hate I'm not granted, I just want real love, admitting it's not enough, though I question it and say **** these feelings, I think I'm running a race and ain't winning, I'm insane, mental deranged and I love it but I can't complain, life might be a mistake but at least it's far from fake and at the end of day everyone's the same, Air Jordans stained with heather, this girl must Satan if she thinks I'm the devil, turn the heat up might give me something to marvel at, now take a step back and give me some space, first and last thing I wants you in my face....
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking...
Took my first steps at age four, already running from my family, running from the law, thoughts already lost and that was before, before I knew where to look, my hands keep shaking, my reputations so shook, why do I keep fighting when I know it's forward I should look, yet still I retreat back, back into the pages of my books, a fictitious liar sinking farther then they can see, every task I've undertook, misunderstood, lost the will get out of bed, lost the will to even wish that I could, so I just lay here, swallow my lies with a side THC, when closed eyes picture my death to foresee, gone with the wind but I'm caught in the trees, holding me backs easy, my head keeps pounding, the noose and me forever... and possibly... maybe in time... maybe they'll see...
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking, thinking...
How could they know...
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
i want to be done.
i want to be held.
by you, or you.
and some days
i only give the smallest **** which.
come on, one of you.
both of you.
be men, have tough conversations.
instead of tough reputations and soft hands.
just to have some certainty.
to know the difference
between my imagination and
your affections.
i am not altogether transparent
but you can see my hurt,
or desperation. whichever.
it's in my eyes the same as it's in yours.
we share demons, we three.
but you two, you hold
a sword each.
so slay them and save me.
or leave me.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 3:06 AM UTC
Reputations
are built
not 'pon what One says One will do;
but, rather,
'pon what One does:
of course,
any discrepancy
t'wixt what One says
and what One does
tends to lend itself
(whether kindly or not.. more often not)
to how One
is generally *known
to be*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC