"unbendable" poems
*She once said,
"I'm made of steel."
"I never get tired."
"I never cry."
But she did.
She got hurt, bent, and burned.
She stood up
Once again
This time, with a smile.
Because to tell you the truth
I'm made of diamond.
**Unbendable
Unbreakable.***
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
Your words are heard throughout my changing mind
Saturating every part of my senses
Profusely renouncing all of my kind affections
Can you not see me building my shield of defenses
Your exasperation with life itself crushes my resolve
To see this world with you in a better light
As you seem to distrust each one who crosses your path
When I know each dog I see does not bite
All your subtle insinuations, unbendable points of view
Places a shadow on the light here in my heart
Yet, I will not permit you to ever steal my joy
Even if from your presence, I must forever part
I have always been in awe of your judgment and your wisdom
Deeply respected your opinion as your own
However, I will not be forced to think and act as you do
So for now, I will leave you alone
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 12:38 PM UTC
So funny how the reveal sometimes ends in surprise
When I, my leaning shadow, had everything to do
With the embarrassment of heart to another.
Soft edges have hardened, finally to their gain.
But the waiting now begins, for me, this selfish being.
The light part consumes and ignores the unbendable,
Insisting me to leave you free of my disconnection.
Possibly the good of me, or the evil has masked
My deepest seeds with hibernating greed and animosity.
All the fight left in me shudders deep into the
Midpoint of my body in fear of the reject I’ve past received.
But the aura of my chest says things will turn much differently
To beauty if I let it flow, for it won’t stop until I’ve cradled inner peace.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 4:22 PM UTC
I thought he is the one
Words sharp as swords
Unbendable like steel
For he has no fear
Ready to die and ****
Yet he has forsake
His intent is to deceit
The truth is revealed
His words are dull
His promises empty
Killing not the enemies
But ravaging the needy
In dark corners you see
The poison continues
He said he’d chain them
Yet the beasts were set free
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Experimental words used in secret societies by kids whose faces come sweeping in like electric-neon firelight, all aglow with the hard sheen of imperfection, flawed souls and humor
humor of the eyes and lips
humor of movements and behavior
humor of inherited traits
Mindful declarations of impartial feelings
reflecting deep, subterranean pools
Which may not exist-may only be self-perception
Who can tell? Where is truth?
Must it come through the reducing valve in increments or flooding through the forehead, unstable and insane
Certainly not in here, the realm of language and symbolic computer reality-building & the evolution of empty space
Taking headforms & nameless expanses
-from which galaxies of what in the corners of all looks right
Practices of the unknown, unthought
-bending the unbendable, pushing further on the boundless, frozen horizon
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
Time consuming life
Pain of life's consumption
Soul of past pain
Dang... How it went out with a bang
The slender lady sang sweet melodies
Of infidelities to get past the rain
Me I mean...
He or rather...
We moreover...
Three came to be, one.
Mind if I take time to tell...
No, better yet enlighten you
Of this unbendable, inevitable, unmistakable truth?
No matter how hard you try
Emotions only go as far as you are willing to fly
One way roads to dead ends and old foes
Green lights to nowhere but fake feelings and new acquaintances
When do you decide enough is enough?
When it gets tough and impossible,
Or when the lies seem as though they are going to eat you alive
Why try?
Cross your heart, hope to die...
Sea full of bitterness and unnerving endings to the story
Body battered and bruised
From the battle on the mountain top
Lost to the ones that don't really matter
In fact her and her masters
Can **** off,
Those ********
As they torture and harass her
She said save it
I'm past em'
Who?
Three...
As in he...
Rather me...
sigh
Dang, what a bang
She shot me down while she sang
As I bled out in pain.
Mind, Body and Soul;
She chose my conscience to blame.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
i've forgotten
what a comforting hug
feels like
my arms are like soldiers
guarding
protecting
preventing
even the slightest
touch
a hardness
encircles me
unbendable
impenetrable
solid
and
always
there
i can't remember
tenderness
i'm confused
when kindness is offered
this world
my world
has brought me to this place
and the fight in me
has fizzled.
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Guide her. However, expect that she will consider your advice apathetically—it's an inescapable affair. She will think that she has it all figured out and you're not one to lecture her on this matter. And then, only then when her heart is cut into ribbons will she realize that your voice was sound, only then, will she come to you for insight. That is, if she's even brave enough to talk to you about it. Be vigilant, instill sound teaching, unbendable values, and pray that our Holiness will escort her to the right man.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
I have pine
growing inside of me.
Strong and thick and
resilient,
but not unbendable–
and able to be shaped.
There have been fires
inside of me as well—
burning away the old
beliefs and scars,
and shaping me once again
into something new.
From the tiniest of sprouts—
from sapling, to mighty
young fir, and old wise
redwood; I will grow
peace and endurance
and strength and hope.
- A. I. Myles 26 May, 2019
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
identity
we all have it
i am me and you are it
what it is that i know is for you to find out
if i work really hard and get good at it it'll earn me a living
but if everyone knew what everyone else knows
there'd be nothing to sell
and nothing to buy
nothing to share
and nothing to hide
nothing to tell
and nothing to write
nothing to fear
and nothing to hate
nothing to look forward to
and nothing to be proud of
but if i manage to keep that ace up my sleeve
that influences time or even technology
that makes the unbendable sceptics believe
that notable pattern in astrology
what i see is mine because i saw it first
and i saw it explode with a perfunctory burst
it might make no sense whatsoever
but that isn't going to last forever
because if you knew what i knew i wouldn't be me
or have we forgotten what it means to be free
or have we given in to our own charity
or would we oblige to that old blasphemy
that says even sinners deserve sanctuary
or is altruism a strange alchemy
or a studious drive to epistemology
or a political divide over ideology
that critically questions theology
we need to keep secrets because that's who we are
but we also need to be fair
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC