Moral values ingrained in one's roots,
Silence, prudent answer to forbidden pursuits.
Is it right or merely an act of people - pleaser's grin?
Inner conflict ponders the teachings that lie within.
A brimming age-old dilemma,
Caught in the tug of will and traditional schema.
In the complexity, we lay dictations;
Quest for validation, only a fiction.
All answers affect aspirations
By belittling bygone barbarizations
Constantly criticizing correlations
Defined dumbfounded dictations
Edicts evaporate everyone's expectations
Foregone frustrations failed flirtations
Gone great grace giving generations
Harmonies have harmonious hesitations
Impotence influences indignations
Justified judicious justifications
Killing kaputz keratinizations
Living life lonely leaves lacerations
My muse motivated monumental mutations
Nonsense needed no normalizations
Offended overintellectualizations
Past promises purely placations
Questioning quarreling quotations
Resisting relevant restifications
Sentient solutions solve segregations
Total trust triumphs trepidations
Utopias undermined ultralizations
Viciousness visualized victimizations
Worthless weaponizations
Xenodochial xenophilications
Yawn Yuppifications
Zenith zealousness zendrifications
in a life
full of grief
expectations is all you need
to help push you through the day
something everybody is willing to give
but nobody's willing to live
in the heat of time
everybody's ready to chime
in every aspect
you'll be wrecked
by all the expectations
and their dictations
don't worry
if everything is blurry
for theirs always a sunny day
if i must say
even if your hearts at bay
let it come back to the day
where your life will be yours
and you wont have to war
because in a life
full of grief
expectations is all you need
to help see the light of another day
Love is never wrong for someone like me.
It’s a feeling that I have to set it free.
It’s ever too unfair if you’ll say it’s banned.
I deserve to be happy in this I called land.
Love chooses no gender.
Set free and stop being so pretender.
It’s never wrong to fall over again.
As long as I know love and that’s what is then.
Not a saint for you to judge me
Not a holy one to stab me incredibly.
Love has no restrictions…
Don’t ever try to listen to dictations.
Bisexually in love with different sexes.
Heart is fragile broken in to pieces.
Just a strong man with a peculiar feel.
Say true things that are not ever sealed.
Valentine Attributes
Crusading dictations
Gathering together
Professing devotions
Arousing emotions
Holiday flourishing
Underlined greediness
Commercial dictated
Composing emotions
Weariness withstanding
Tirelessly pretending
Valentine’s forgotten
Closeted emotions
Copywrite @ Debra Squyres 2013
Writing inspired by Seren Roberts Three Syllable writing on the blog.
Tires my emotions,
I'm left with dry vociferations..... (vocabulary(?))
Blanks my mind,
And severs my dictations.
Steals my thoughts,
And rapes my mind.
Breaks and violates,
Privacy shut down.
Feelings closed off,
Barred, avoiding judgement.
~Written in mid-2003 when I was fourteen/fifteen.
I forget that
Life is a game of Heart.
When I was a child,
I heard my heartbeat,
When I ran a race,
When I worked hard
I listened it clearly.
As long as I grow up,
And had a job in an office,
And used my brain to calculate,
Figures everyday, everywhere,
And lost my living sense.
I was feeling dull,
Life was boring,
What is a job of clerk or secretary?
Dictations, only letters,
Waiting for answers
Or having a respond,
When I have my first heart attack,
I found it, I still have my heart.
Otherwise I lost,
A sense of living,
Money can’t bring my childhood back,
I want to live,
Greediness is not a life.