Category: Poetry

Rules

You enforce rules in the name of unity
But what you really want is uniformity
You want to make us the perfect followers
You might as well make a cookie cutter
And cut us all into the specifications you want

You wanted order and structure
But instead you instigate fear
And opression has become the normality
You see what you want to see

You make your rules
and claim that they are wise
But why should I let your rules restrict me?
Why should I give up my identity
for the sake of conformity?
Why should I sacrifice my passions
because you don’t benefit from it?
Why should I supress my opinions
because they aren’t what you want to hear?

And why should I let your ridiculous rules define me?
The answer is I won’t because

The colour of my hair
does not define my intelligence;
The number of piercings I have
does not define my character;
The length of my skirt
does not define my personality.

You can slap a label on me all you want
Rebellious, delinquent, martyr
But I won’t let that define me;
I won’t let you define me.
Because at the end of the day,
I will be the one who defines my self-worth.

Your rules,
while some can be considered wise,
Have no purpose
And I will not follow all those
that prevent me from being who I am

I refuse to be moulded into a shape you desire.

Cracks

Some wounds run so deep
they develop hedious scars
that can’t be seen by the naked eye.

And some cuts are so clean
they heal so nicely
that they can only be seen
if you look closely.

However,
people would rather see
what they want to see
and thus will ignore the cracks
until they can no longer convince themselves
that it is not broken.

The Bird and the Balloon

To the bird,
In her cage with nowhere to go
Where her wings grow weak
From lack of use,
The balloon is free
In envy, she looks
at the balloon that could go anywhere
if he so wishes to do so

But to the balloon,
In the world unknown
Where he travels without knowing
So he travels aimlessly, with no direction,
The bird is at home
In envy, he looks
at the bird that is safe and cared for
and doesn’t need to search for where she belongs

Words That Start With J

I can feel you,
the weight of your stare.
When I look up,
our eyes meet briefly
and I can see the cogs
turning in your head.

I look away
but not before I see
the conclusion you’ve drawn of me.

From your vintage point,
you see the purple streaks in my hair
and the high heeled boots that I wear;
you scrutinize the makeup on my face
and the all black in my ensemble;
upon closer inspection,
you deem that my dress is too short
and that I have too many piercings.

I can see it in your eyes,
I can feel it in your stare;
This weight you’ve placed on me.

I’m thinking of a J word
as are you –
You’re thinking juvenile,
I’m thinking judgemental.

The Fall

I can already feel it
The Fall
right into my demons’ arms.
They’ll whisper sweet nothings
and give me false assurances
as I lay there,
tired and defeated.

I don’t fight
though I should.
I don’t resist
as they kiss me
and tell me that I’m alright,
even though
I know
that I’m far from it.

They’ll love me,
at least.
Unlike all those
who didn’t catch me
when I fell.

I’ll lie in their embrace –
let them tell me stories,
and sing haunting lullabies.
And as I sink deeper into their touch,
I’ll let the world pass me by;
A world I never fully felt apart of.

They’ll destroy me,
My demons.
Just know,
that I let them.

And when they release me
from their world of lies,
I’ll continue to fall
but into the arms of reality
this time.
And it willl hurt
but I enjoy this feeling,
of not feeling anything at all,
all too much.

So let me be.
Let me fall.