"resistence" poems
I give love
love love
with the one look
of my eye
eye eye
I excite your lament ion
charge it
high up high
uuuuu
potentially ready
a ***** cation
I am your aesthetic
flaming electric
activate your kinetic
stop the resistence now
don’t drop voltage
difference I create is continually asymptotic
I am the variation in your magnetic
I am the field of your *** ethic
if you not behave
I become your inelastic scatter
geomagnetic storm
high potential
chemical desire
mechanical fire
radioactive disaster
through your interior
I roar blast break
silence the rocks
shake the lights
reverberate in your head
I give love
love love
with the one look
of my eye eye eye
I excite your lament ion
I am your voltaic lion
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
The essence of love
Runs atop pillars of space
Anticipating to transform
The oblivious by-standers
Into inflicters of righteous pain
The pain that will set free
The reins of resistence,
Foreshadowing portals
Of everlasting beattitude.
The songs have all been sung
Yet not one has been able
To surpass the nightingale's
Who spins the sweetest darkness
Without a tinge of temptation.
The rhythms that fall upon thee
Speak eons of platitude
Of pedestrian coronation
Of revelation devised
Where the upshot is
Synchronized syndrom
That eats away the spirit
Like canker.
The flow of love
Is not a smooth ride
Like a luxury car on open road
Love's code is candor
That suffocates without killing
To reveal the lofty window
Toward unearthly meadows.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
There is a disconnect between my body and my mind.
At least, that's what I tell people.
Because I find it easier to admit
that I am broken
than to open myself to their ridicule
as I try to explain asexuality
one more time.
It's hard, to describe an absence
of something you've never felt
to those for whom it defines their existence.
I don't understand their resistence,
logic dictates that just because one thing is true,
that doesn't eliminate the validity
of it's reflection.
It has become this society's obession
to portray us only as a lie, a
sickness you are lucky not to be infected with.
Though I am still struggling to find my voice
and understand my own mind,
I am sure of one thing:
I am not BrOkEn.
And if you are like me, please,
don't let your pride be stolen,
because neither are you...
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Don't be silly
ofcourse I am a ******
who has freakish tendencies
and uses jibber jabber language
and makes absurd analogies
like how fried Oreoes, when converted into global currency, is worth one hundred Indian virgins.
Fact:
I am awkward. I make people feel uncomfortable
and they can never follow my train of thought
because it leaves at 4pm from Seattle and will end up in Atlantis at approximately 3,000 BCE
(unless you take wind resistence into account).
I would sometimes rather sit alone and read a book
than go out and have "fun" with people
and I can become very irritable when around humans for too long
and then my brain becomes unfriendly and my demeanor becomes elderly and dry
and jokes are not funny but just tiring and childish
and then I know it's time for my nap
which does not involve sleeping, because that's more of a miracle than walking on ceilings
so I mostly sit, eyes open staring and sorting out thoughts,
filing away emotions and sensory experiences until I feel recharged and have enough bars
to go out and play again.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
The story I read, some forty years now,
Burns inside my head.
A young woman, ***** violently
By two brothers,
Hands and face mutilated,
The horror on her father's face.
Vengeance was his alone,
As he murdered her assailants,
And boiled down their bones.
His name was Titus.
The story was four hundred years old.
Re-told from a story three thousand years older.
Re-told today.
Rwanda, Bosnis, Syria, Jordan, Dahlmer et al.
Disfiguration with acid,
Limbs gone missing,
Tongues cut out, black sockets,
Missing parts of humanity
In prison camps and resistence movements.
We're still baking pies and feeding on human flesh.
Shakespeare was never so violent.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
What of love?
A longing tear
of a moment which passed
lacking understanding
and all the things left unsaid.....
leaving holes in my heart
The memory
left waiting for a hand that never reached
but pushed until my back was to the wall
accepting my stance which felt so small
and I turned to the world alone
rejecting any rejoice of that sweet little song
Apathy took hold of my soul
which I sold to the grind and to the smog
All that entered my vision were ferrel dogs
left howling for something they've never
truely know
blubbering at the realization unrequited love kills
left with a shrill of dizzy jaded mutters
of the man who cast his spell
and pulled me under
defining my days in past-tense
Faced every john with resistence
counted the bricks furious
because it was easier than feeling the exit
but I'll never forget the day he came
and changed all of it
...I refuse to feel foolish
because without love all light is extinguished
and without mistakes we are simply not human
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:18 PM UTC
Yesterday...
I was going on the edge of life with the nicked soul
the disappointment in me was announcing the storm,
but the eyes, pointing to the infinite horizon's goal,
like two blue pearls, vibrated restlessly and warm.
Today...
I admit, without any disagreement or resistence
that my world that was lost beyond any sight,
which at some point evoked a certain distance,
did not want to be just a poor mortal in the night.
Tomorrow...
I hope I'll have the soul infused with care and love
to believe in the harmony of the unblemished bells,
to pass all on the universe of the divine realm, above...
and me... to be born again with crystalline shells.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Clouded skies like saddened eyes. These tears are heavily pouring down like the rain drops falling on my Windshield.
A blurry world behind the glass I witness.
No one is left to wipe away these tears.
I am too far gone with no more forgiveness.
All the right ingredients to reach an evil havoc.
These Wicked winds howl through this brain.
A screaming whistle from a passer by freight train.
The beginning of loud sirens in the midst of a shortening distance.
I wonder if somebody is dying or could it be just another police resistence.
The darkness is now setting in.
A dying light creates an empty space.
Vulnerable hearts go missing with out a trace.
Oh how I miss her beautiful face. The salt from these tears is all I can taste.
All i can say is what a beautiful waste.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
I've grown so weary over these bland days
Of derelict caverns in the smiling youth
Engrossed within this perpetual phase
Of this disassociation from will to mouth
Its vain to be kindred with a free spirit
When you're the only person to hear it
These unending conversations with no reply
Have left me content with an arbitor silence
With my questions and answers in short supply
This depravity ridden with failing patience
I could write a fitting quote that is all my own
But,it's better to be stepped on than left all alone
I once heard those words in the presence of god
He laughed in my face with a screech in my ear
Shoved hell in my view and I gave him a nod
For the terror it shows is all that we fear
This is written on walls with blood as the ink
I saw it that day and I began to think
What will we take away from this earth?
Can memory live longer that a thought?
Could we remember our life before birth?
Or will we just blend into void and rot?
I begin to ask what is the greater release?
The pleasures of relief or to merely cease?
... And,These weeks go by without a single toil
I wake every day just as the sun will set
This world turns and waits to be spoiled
I fail to see how resistence can be met
When existence is naught but the dawn of the end
A handful of dust and our pride to defend
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
Ø It ain't safe Ø
Rejoice for every missed soul a bullet fails to slaughter..
Anguish and sorrow for every soul bullets used to masecure.
Bullets..weapons of war.. used for hunting of innocent humans.
Others giving resistence saying rights to carry over rights to live.
No Rights to be protected..from demented minds and unholy mentions.
A Country that fails to nurture and keep safe its citizens is perplexive.
Can't relate to being (safe).. Homes Ø safe.. schools Ø safe.. work place Ø safe!
It ain't safe!.. America we aint Ø safe!
WithOut God in your Space!
By selinasharday
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
He wore a stripped shirt
that resembled the twist of serpants
though he smiled warmly his eyes were
steady on the dollars
placing labels and badges on all
the soldiers fighting to pay rent
and live in times so far from purpose
I kick back and watch him scribble
false notice
prescribing a pill to every effect from
this life
its left me purging
I hate the institutions
the corrupt unjust
sick ***** sedating my
passions and
numbing me up
smart went to another place
outside your local village where
the villians mix the chemical
perserves in your children's fillings
I cant help the way I percieve what
I have seen
I cant help that my fall from innocents
was rougher and obscene
I cant stop thinking of the misuse
of power and money mongers
I want to burn the kingdom
hoping it'd grow back to something better
misguided we walk off cliffs and to the slaughter
or we come back as our fathers paper back novel
excellence for me has fallen to resistence
because I simply cant stand this kind of exsistence
go ahead and direct me to another perscription
corrupt everything in my mind that makes me human
I'm ODD to the extreme !
I reject most of you and the latest thing
and now this man sits here
telling me I'm sick and spiraling
as he shakes hands with satan
defiling minds from eyes that only see green
and I pay my way to see this jackal conspiring?!
You can keep your advice your diagnoses and the dice
I'll leave you now to gamble with the rest of the villager's lives
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
Get up
The minutes pass you by
Mechanically
They've no need to lie
To you
Passively watch as they wave
You're glued
To this path you've long paved
Your way has been set
In and out and out and in
Situations predetermined before you knew
There is no real way to win
Now, you find yourself turning blue
You were green at the start
Eager to get it done with ease
But now that that part
Is over you just want sleep
Forever in the menagerie of eternity
Heavy on your head and thoughts
Long is gone, the vanity of deceit
This is the life that your family has bought
Fearing a life of struggle and pain
Unsure of the path of least resistence
To join an organization, the same
As everyone won't give you a listen
To fight a war of secrecy
Killing innocents with a smile
Innocence is lost, you see
Might as well run your mile
But this life promised so much more
Your hopes and dreams scowl at your incompetence
Everything was so bright and white before
Now things continue to make no obvious sense
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
The Resistence has an important group of men,
That proved to be heroes time and time again.
They are considered to be the best in their line of work,
They've saved wars in the past ranked first in their class.
The four homeland heroes know nothing but to fight,
The only soldiers with the privelage to **** on sight.
Weapons on their back and grenades on their hips,
But each wear a tag of death on their wrists.
Once sentenced to death for a string of crimes,
Dark and chilling thoughts found in their minds.
But once the 1st war began instead of having them killed,
Their fate remained the same but in the battlefields.
They lived through the fight but serve in the their army,
To The Enemy these men are more than just harming.
With this being their 3rd war they came to a realization,
That they are nothing but slaves to their home nation.
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 7:25 PM UTC
They sailed over seas as they prepared thier weapons,
The battle will begin in just a matter of seconds.
The soldiers live in fear but wants to die brave,
Because dying over here will not give them the proper grave.
They are there not only with guns in their palms,
But 88,000 tons of missles and bombs.
The mentality of these soldiers are barbarick-like,
Because they want to shoot first and bury cities under the earth.
This isn't the first time they all have been to war,
But the Enemy has weapons the Resistence has never seen before.
The Resistence is to find and destroy any nuclear threats,
But little do they the know the threats aren't real.
So in this game of **** or be killed,
Fighting over threats that aren't even real.
Because now the Enemy's plans have moved to new heights,
Because here comes the Resistence to begin the fight
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC
smothering impulses
covering the beginnings
of what could
be.
you cannot peel off
the past
like dried glue from a
kid’s arm.
the ever oncoming
moment
absorbs your
resistence
like sidewalk taking in summer
heat.
all that is,
is now
and your
persistent mediocrity
will take you no further
than your white tunnel
sight can see.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 10:17 PM UTC
epic slaughter
TOMORROW SHALL COME!
...epic slaughter...
-----
who doesnt see?
NO-ONE!
the epic slaughter
taking place
________
epic resistance
crushed again and again and again
------epic resistence-----
..
we have become
doctors!
lawyers!
artists!
and other
dying
inhuman beings!
___________
epic slaughter
WE
.....
we
.
stand so easily and gather true powers together
.
for love is simple
as are we
.....
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 5:39 PM UTC
Wake your soul—
Tell me you see the floor.
The void has distorted the existence,
I keep falling, there's no resistence.
Wake your soul—
Tell me it didn't devour you.
The void controls the void mind,
Despairs you in no time and kind.
Wake your soul—
Do not worship it.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
Just plain and simple
a boring existence
persisting from day to day,
doing nothing nimble
without no resistence
like dust, I'll be swept away.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
I wish for a ****
not a ****** mess
but to shed some skin
and expose my finest
because who I am
reflects inside my eyelids
but when I open to see
I can't face this person
She's crippled and mute
I try to reach her but when I do
she cries for the treason
of scaming me out of any quaility of life
She's controlling my body
while I am caged inside
using a view that lacks any vision
hellen keller could do better
In this struggle
to face the music
I want to dance
but my spirit has fallen
I try to pick up on the steps
but I harbor so much resistence
It almost feels like I am split in two
wanting to sing but lacking a tune
and I do have courage and I am strong
but the person who has surfaced
after this terrible fall
is nothing I stand for at all
I tell her day in and day out
get up cause your worth it
you know you are
but she stares back at me in the mirror
her eyes telling me
incessantly I am wrong
And I want to **** her
I want her gone
but she believes more deeply
I was made to fall
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
just in a snap my world turns to black
im shoved in a hole that is ***** and cold
beaten and brused from being over used
consistent resistence but your hatfull words are persistent
in flaws i fold in death im bold
but theres noone to hold cause theres noone that showed
just in a snap my world turns to black
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
On my finger
a semi-precious stone lies.
I was promised its energies'd linger
with a colour to match summer skies.
Lapis Lazuli, blue blue blue
Please I beg-
Never lose your hue.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
Knowledge is mans neurosis to cover the pain of existence.
All knowledge is false because all pain is interpreted by the mind,
which is made of nothing.
Human beings as conductors of consciousness, interprete pain only as a mechanism to evolve toward a more idealic state.
We do not need God for that which we have, but for that which we lack
So God is That toward which we seek to Evolve.
Therefor God lives in us as our future selves. (In regard to quantum evolution)
Relinquishing resistence (inner) is conducive to the Highest Self or
Jesus the Christ
Yet do we understand Time.
Men percieving with keyhole eyes
remember Love sees not with the eyes but with the Mind
Free your jailed Mind
Hallelujah
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Ripple me like water
Pinpoint my centre
And
Send sonic pulses
Expanding outwards.
Blooming in an ivory sea.
I'm bound for a train
of absolute
******* glory,
I began packing my suitcases
long ago.
I know I've been stuck
In vortexes of stagnency
But please know
(You know)
I feel your sweet call
And slowly I give in
from resistence.
Like an unfolding flower,
With gentle poetic petals,
I open.
Painful scars reveal nothing
But purity,
If one dares to let them.
I promise to dive deep
To let every inch of you ecstatically bubble
Through my ******
Trinkling veins.
For you,
I promise to go light
to let you
Dance around me Wildly
In a Symphony
of ****** colours
Shape shifting shadows.
I,
a thin mirror,
Reflecting
All your
perfections and imperfections.
I promise to crack
This glass,
To shatter
Into a million formless pieces,
I promise to crack
Over and over,
Revealing yet another
Reflection.
I'll show the world truth
Free of illusion.
Ugly and Beautiful
Are the same.
I promise to not be seperate.
To not let myself
Feel that lonesome road again,
Unless like a wolf,
I'll take it with a good
Humbled stride.
I promise to surrender
To surrender
To the rapid spawns of inkling spores
Growing
From the beating pulse
Of my raging lungs.
..I promise to surrender..
Mother,
of vast roaring seas
And
Great grand forests,
Fertile Canopies
Of Amazing,
I promise.
I promise
I'll let you
Enter me
The moment
I feel your icy hands
Reach their wrath
Around the windowless
Perfect
Imperfection
I am.
The moment
I feel you tap
The very centre
Of my soul
I'll let you in.
Rip me open,
Splay me across your most barren chest,
Roll me in the feircest grit
Of your grain
I will rise like smoke.
I will Arise.
I Have Risen.
And
May you take my words,
Like a silent rainfall,
Kissing Soft Gentle Earth.
~Thank You~
I promise,
I Will
Dive Deep
Into your Darkest Blue.
Mother,
I promise
To surrender.
To fully
Surrender
This time
.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
a bed is just a bed
until it's not anymore
it's refugee from trouble,
it's home away from home
it's where your tears well
undisturbed in the dark
it's where two people ******
and another two made love,
it's where he turned with pits
for eyes and said, "maybe you should go"
it's where he ran when hope evacuated
his body and his soul
it's where your dreams knit together,
where you ghosts reappear,
where your body recharges
and where your fear stalks near
a bed is permanent, a fixture
in your life
yet this bed is not, could not,
ever be mine
dressed in disguise, wearing
a pad and a topper,
this mattress has felt the bodies
of similarly empty hundreds,
reminding me that this bed is an illusion
much like this life i live,,
the sheets constantly coming untucked
as they reject my existence
still, it accepts me during the night,
offering no tangible resistence
though beds are inanimate objects,
there souls find ways to roam
and in this bed, i am acutely aware
that i no longer have a permanent home
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC