Best Dependent Poems
Opening the door onto your secret,
my heart pounds at the display of old wounds.
Healing achieved by clinging to nothing—
a future only obliquely glimpsed.
My heart pounds at the display of old wounds
where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced.
A future only obliquely glimpsed
through a whiskey bottle nearly empty.
Where other’s careless words and barbs had pierced,
going through life like that makes one anxious.
Through a whiskey bottle nearly empty,
discontent is always triggered by something.
Going through life like that makes one anxious;
healing achieved by clinging to nothing.
Discontent is always triggered by something—
opening the door onto your secret.
When I came to the end of me
and stopped trying to fix it by myself mentality
in desperation I would cry out to my Father
hoping that He would answer when He saw me now on my knees.
For if I chose to humble myself
under the mighty hand of God
and I did come with meekness humility and petition His mercy
and He remembered that I was after all by His own blood bought!
I could not therefore try to pretend or to fool Him
by my thoughtless words and prayers
as He knew my thoughts and the desire of my heart
yet, He would still for me truly care.
So I stopped therefore trying to change myself and situations
for it would truly only be a temporary sham
it will not last and others would know this change was not for real causing needless humiliation because He truly does have for me a very great plan.
It was time therefore, to die to myself and repent and
totally surrender all of my life and my will to Him
because it is after all the only Way of a successful walk
is to love and live totally dependent on Him.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
April 1, 1995
Looking out the window
The skies look gloomy
Feeling empty inside
Screaming out in silence
Unhappy with this companion
Felt like I bare you in this world
Your presence feel like labor pains
Leaning on me, I need an epidural shot
Your complaining bring another contraction
Your conversation burn a hole in thoughts
Depending on me make me feel wanted
But, it's too late you think I'm your mother
You no longer look at me as your lady
I let this codependency go on to long
Pray you don't walk out on me
depend on me
I hang from the strings I tied to you
that I’m too afraid to cut;
too afraid to tug on
when you can’t feel my weight.
I'll cut myself some slack,
only for you to pluck at them once more.
The strings are thinning out;
I'm thinning out.
Please do not let the strings break,
for I break with them.
This world is crazy,
So many paths,
Not sure which one to go down.
But no matter how happy you could make me,
So scared I think I should be alone right now.
So many guys ask me out and I think its just a shame,
My heart keeps me on lockdown,
My minds says they're all the same.
I'm just another "pretty face",
Until the next girl comes along.
Goodbye is not something that I can take.
I've tried my heart,
I've gave it my all.
But it's just too fast how I may fall,
For all the wrong people.
I'm not my own best friend,
Too often I depend on love to cure the emptiness I feel.
But in this world now,
I doubt there's an existing love that is real.
I protect myself,
But from what? My heart can't be broken any more.
Everywhere she goes the grass is greener
And all the time I doze in my misdemeanor
Her eyes can make the sun come out
And I have fun just wandering about
When the sky is dark and the ground all mucky
She lays on the ground as if she's lucky
In spite of all my meaningless fear
She can make it all but adhere
There in the unknown am I
And she steps in without the bat of an eye
In the midst of the end
She can make all the bad disappear
Loneliness is nothing when I am with her
For she is absolute and sure
But dependency can only get one so far
And it is toxic to what we are
When she is gone
I am nothing
For united we stand
Divided I fall
The only way to define it is
Co-dependent confinement
The earth off it's axis
The planets out of alignment
all this time spent in silence
of my constant reliance
I'm in need of some guidance
out of your hypnotic trance
at first glance
the roads all lead to pain
I'm too used to being a dispensable pawn
in your twisted chess game
what do you have to gain
if I remain the same
what if i change
and go up in flames?
Dependent
How long will you lamely follow
Determined to eat and to swallow?
Should you run away from toil,
Who will fill your pot with oil?
Not as dependents (mouth agape;
Greedy and garrulous as an ape),
But, as a benefactor in this land
Who, to toil, employs his hand-
Whose arm and back is trained
To badly twist but never sprained!
JM
02nd February 2014
Picture a man and a woman naked side by side,
chains wrapped loosely around their necks
attached not to each other, but to the familiar horned beast that towers over them.
To others it appears obvious they could easily abdicate, however the couple does not view the same landscape
They stay comfortably bound to the monster they recognize
what may come to their surprise
they are their own adversary and their own allies
rather than escaping habit they CHOOSE to stay enslaved
not living but surviving, one foot in the grave.
Its not that they are unable ,they know they can be free
they are just so accustomed to not being able to breathe.
They are hoping that they can illustrate their own reality,
create their own light, dreaming of freedom
whilst still believing the chains are skin tight.
I had a niece named Karen who
at twenty has mapped out a plan
for a 'strong, independent life',
she’d be 'dependent on no man.'
And, oh, she took such pride in that,
her college had made her this way,
but badmouthing men for the past
seems quite dumb, so I had my say:
“While I cannot disagree that
women once needed men to survive,
or even that it was dependence,
but with perspective you will find
“that woman may have needed men
to have a good supply of cash,
if you look closer at marriage,
it’s far more complicated than that.
“While the women back then had to
be quite dependent on their men,
the man then were dependent too,
quite dependent on their women.
“If a man want to have a home
that was even worth inhabiting,
he could not do this on his own
when out for twelve hours working.
“There simple wasn’t time enough
when out all day plowing things up,
if a man didn’t have a wife
he’d have little more than a hut.
“And then there also are children,
the only way most men live on,
few are writers or geniuses,
so who recalls us when we’re gone?
“They were dependent on women
not just to make the kid exist,
but to mold that man’s dear child,
to teach them to live and persist.
“To take the soul you value most,
then entrust it to another…
Men were totally dependent on
the woman they chose as mother.
“Also consider the fact that men
are wired to show love through sex,
just like romance is for women,
and though this leaves some ladies vexed,
“it’s how men are put together,
for guys to give and receive love
they again rely on women,
without them their emotions get rough.
“In nations where men can’t get this
their aggression will destabilize
the society around them,
they depend on women to survive.
“So don’t say this goes all one way
when you whine about dependence,
honestly, is seems that we are
engineered to be compliments.”
I hoped she’d find some use for this,
but I guess, for now, I was wrong,
she huffed and stormed out of the room,
the indoctrination is strong.
There's a stuffed animal
that sits in the kid's
corner of the coffee shop
closest to my house.
It seems like a dog,
but it's wrapped head
to tail in what appear
to be bandages.
A mummified canine.
I used to think
this oddity was a bizarre
choice for a kid's toy,
but I think I understand it
now.
Behind the screen
of a body cast, he's
a chocolate lab,
or a rusty dachshund,
a rabbit-chasing greyhound,
or your childhood dog Annie.
Its tangential existence
dependent on the brain
that picks him up.
For me, he's actually
a cat, gone undercover
and every time I pass him,
I whisper "Godspeed, brother,
your secret is safe with me."
all this while
I had been knocking at your door
waiting for you to traverse the space
from your locked room to the door front
take the keys from the door side table
and let me in
and all this while
in being the knocker
I forgot to lock my home
the doors were wide ajar
the windows un-hatched,
you’d raided all of it.
Emotions, carried by the wind,
Get through the mind,
Accumulate in heart - make me dependent.
"Independence.”
In dependence,
You rely on another’s
Hand to help you up
Instead of just
Using your own feet.
-t.j.t.
The little child gazed upon the clear blue sea
Dreaming, praying, wishing for a change
For he knew that things were meant to be
For some reason, his life was prearranged
Held captive to that other, the being inside
He knew not of smiles, but sensed them about
He wished to escape and no longer there hide
To let the child that stays to one day come out