Conformity
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The institutions take on the shape of whatever political ideology is relevant at the time. They are like the chameleon that changes to the color of whatever background it finds itself in.
Well I walked outside on the earth that remains
And let the greedy crows pick at my brain
With forgiveness and gratitude for their primitive ways
And with a thought lingering on the break of day
Alright, sweetheart.
What’s this about acting the victim,
Again?
Your dress is stained, my dear,
And your hair a rat’s nest.
Her cracked fingernails
Are now covered in a fresh varnish
That shimmers
Like a clouded jewel freshly polished.
Her bloodied lips
Sweep to the center of the room,
My brain, the state I live in,
All the junk; collect it in a pile,
And sweep it out the front door.
Will I ever be who I was taught to be?
Will I ever grow into the mold that was created for me?
Though life is meant to be lived with free will
Why don't you stand up,
And address the class, since you're so keen
On starting offhand conversations?
Austerity catapults into
The letters across my back
shout the truth so urgently
so vividly that no one can deny.
The world so clearly seen from behind.
But in the front, a hollering silence
fills the void, even those of gifted ears
I was born on December 17th, imbued with dissension
I don't really acknowledge anyones pretension
"how much is too much"
i ask my mirror
whilst i cake on the makeup
too light for my skin
they dont want me because
i dont look like them
i am the alien with
my brown skin and
Her heart was made of music,
But she kept it quiet.
She muffled away every sound of it
Despite how for silence she was unfit.
Every day she sat beside him,
A quiet soul her own age.
Self-approval never seemed so satisfying
Than in a world, upheld by the lie,
that public outcry,
Was the true measure, of truth's worth:
Virtue in it's true form.
Words of truth, hold no weight
My poetry is a farce
through which I feign brilliance.
I am of nothing,
nothing remdeemable.
Only triviality
constitutes my blood.
That of which we do not speak
comprises my flesh.
Dear Teacher,
You're standing up there talking
and the hands of the clock keep moving
and I'm watching the dull dance your words perform,
lulling my wandering mind to my favorite place.
On a
Loop losely based
off Kerouac and Motorcycle Maintenance,
Bums and Trains.
Yet what
most perplexes people...
Why.
Why try
so hard to go
So Far From Home.
The Answer?
i’m focused the
Computer not
comprehending
whether or not i
am truly thinking
about what i am
Eyes cold, glassy
Body stiff, unmoving
I'm perfect.
Body in position. Sit still!
Face rosy, smile painted on
Any other emotion obliterated, gone.
Smile. SMILE! Don't let them see,
It’s not that you’re wrong,
it’s just that you’re different.
And for that crime you face sentence.
The way you dot your I’s, the way you cross your t’s.
January of 2016?
It is a time for reinvention - my pal
You must diferentiate yourself from the last.
Self discovery is key; how do I know?
Someone told me so
also
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
A muddled society is what we've become.
Contentious and so delicate of the facts.
Rioting over our facebook roots,
That's our knowledge,
It's become painfully inevitable.
Conformed,
Uninterested,
Oddly enough, I'm weird.
At least that's what they jeered to my beard
as they peered, while my honesty reared
with confidence clear, and hints of fear.
At least that's what they said from their box
I imagine Infinity as a dream
But then again everything I imagine is a dream
I imagine Infinity as a dream
Where he and I are together forever
Where nothing and no one can touch Us
Trapped in a generation of social terrorization
Where thousands of hearts seek rehabilitation The halls are filled with the sound of gossip popping like machine guns
It’s 7 am and you are already here.
Nice and early, we have no time to waste.
You will rise before the sun does, because nothing about the process is natural, but it is “necessary.”
My hands are always full
I don't want to be successful
I don't want that at all
I don't want a big house
Of which I've paid off every ounce
With my supportive spouse
Some may say that this is powerful stuff
But the general consensus is that it's not different enough
You have to be the next Green, the Rowell of this generation
But all this standard lends to is my general consternation
Tick Tock
The robots
The screens
The rotting forgotten dreams
They're back in the house
the grey building of academia
and hysteria
I am original like everyone else
One of John Green's "unique" characters
Piled up on the shelf
We live in an age where conformity
Is sticking out, what a lark!
They want me to let go of my life as a whole.
Conform to their new ways, all loss of control.
Like fire and brimstone, they’re burning inside.
But what they don’t know is who keeps me alive.
I'm not perfect in your eyes,
But, My God, I'm trying.
Trying to be faithful,
Trying to be your friend,
Trying to be your rock,
Trying to be your voice,
Trying to be your everything,
Walk, and keep your head down.
Don’t look up, don’t look back.
Don’t go fast, don’t go slow.
Just walk. Keep your head down.
Some people claim they’re ‘free’
And that they can ‘help you’
One, Two; One, Two
Moving in time
One Goal
One Mind
A switch in the human condition
From demons to angels
Conformity in mind
Individuality in spirit
To clear all the expectations. All the allegations. All the sensation from a human is to take them...
Apart
And stitch them into a shell of their former selves
Like shiny new trophies in a glass case in hell
Porcelain
Where are you? What are you doing?
This is not right! Unacceptable!
Is this what you pictured?
Filters come,
Filters go,
Read between the lines,
And then, you'll know.
Make-up, nail-art, hair-dos and fancy clothes,
None of it matters at the end of the night,
I am a beautiful vase.
Society glances and admires
My elegance, my collectiveness,
My flawlessness.
But this one, simple glance
Does not allow them to see
So who is the man in the mirror?
The real one- you know? The one behind the filter
hidden away, disquised
because no matter how hard he tries...
There is something different--
Skinny jeans, hugging your thighs,
just a bit too tight.
Purchase sleek iPhone case designs.
Sip overpriced coffee,
photograph the name on the cup.
Accumulate more likes,
Why live solely by the bible,
When it fills you full of hate.
You'll only destroy,
No ability to create.
Endless sleepless nights,
Questioning beliefs,
But you have to keep your head down,
Bump in the night,
a forgiven fright,
but so easily mistaken,
for ones so often taken.
Things unseen,
Things unheard,
Things that most certainly unnerve,
Scream my name
You can't see me
When I'm with them
Because I blend in.
You won't see me
Stand out
Because I'm a master of disguise.
It's so cool
To see spies
In movies.
Life employs a different meaning to each individual
Is this awakened state of being existence?
Or rather the opposite…
Are we really living in an illusion, fooled by the conscious mind?
Glance upon this mirror,
Right in front of you.
This mirror, the one you tiredly gaze into every which way.
You try to ensure you look tidy and polished,
Here we come, a busy people
trotting to and fro.
You’d never guess;
we hardly let it show.
In fact, I say, neither would they.
They can’t tell, themselves.
We’re blind and dumb,
Hysterically, I laugh at what I want to do to you.
What you deserve.
You clearly don’t think I’m crazy.
Well, clearly I’m about to snap after you used and abused me.
Enter head on, in your binding.
So called companionship, misinterprets
For; contract.
For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
Gay. G. A. Y.
G as in "God hates you."
A as in "abomination."
Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say
"It doesn't matter that you're gay."
Where am I?
The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask.
Let me out. I can barely breathe.
I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
Why do people insist on doing things their own way?
Why are we condemned to be what society sees as fit and just?
Too many people follow along the paved path
Too many condemn themselves to society's restrictions
Pre-existing alliance aiming towards the win.
One last breath until the end.
Impulsive triggers silence life,
When things got bad
my dad said to me,
“It goes in cycles.
You have ups
and you have downs,
and in betweens,
and it’s all going to happen whether you like it or not,
because it’s a tough life.
Why are you trying to knock me down?I am expressing myself!The world needs to know that this is me!
Can anyone save our minds?
Now like a sieve in the sand
Soon there will be none left to find
Instead, we are kept busy with our hands
The base of knowledge, smoldering in flames
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act.
It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
The daunting height of human creation
Rises to the sky a callous cultivation
Of unbridled and unyielding fallacies
I’m tearing my heart out on both sides
Where hurt, depression, and love hides
Making sure it’s null on the insides
And filling the feelings with whispered lies.
I’m squeezing my brain until it bleeds
To conform
Is to comply with the norm,
To cower in fear of rejection,
Afraid to admit imperfection,
To see only what others have seen; to hear only what others have heard,
I don't have the words anymore.
They escape my mind as freely
As they once rolled off my tongue.
I don't know what happened
But somewhere between then and now
You took my whole world and flipped it
We as human beings face troubles.
Troubles that were caused by our society.
Our sociey puts negative subjects intentionally, and allows US to become influenced by them .
Should I stay,
Should I go,
Should I pray,
Even for a foe?
Should I walk,
Should I run,
Should I talk,
Show my ideas a little sun?
Should I stand tall,
Should I crumble and weep,
It's a broken Hallelujah that reigns over my lips,
Singing praises to something I can't prove exists.
They're like tape,
Holding me together while confining the mind I really want to speak.
I'm stuck in a box
full of language and clocks.
my chest is squeezed tight
and I can't love right.
She was rose
or at least she tried to be
with all her might she tried to transform
but despite her trite she could never conform
there were forces in the way
much bigger than her
Ten feet deep in eternal sleep
Fell from a cliff with the rest of the snow white sheep
I look up in envy of the black one who doesn't weep
Lying in this red valley
My body, blood, and soul
Is it's
Humanity:
We look for solace in bottles and pills,
Temporary fixes for paying our bills
Because a permanent change takes too long and we're lazy.
We're greedy and spoiled,
Undignified and disloyal
A world with no style would be astronomical
With no one caring what you wear
But life in this generation is just too different
It's not about what you like to wear
The Sun sets every noon at twelve o’clock in June.
Square shell feathers chirping in their square straw nests,
Hung in the middle of a tree,
Whose grown in line like army rows, missing leaves.
In a mad rush of confusion they hide away
In a simulation of warmth and safety they hide away
The thoughts inside me weep with frustration and hide away
because there is no way to sort them out today.
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light
Here's a problem to solve:
You're given a set of numbers and rules,
Expected to manufacture meaning from it all.
Deliberating decisions isn't always a choice,
They told me I needed to write a five-paragraph essay.
We took our first standardized tests in third grade.
They taught us what a good sentence was, and what a bad sentence was.
Blue lines
white paper
scribble, draw, write and assemble
"kiss me and say good-bye"
for the third time
time passes by
"I got ADD and ADHD"
every single day
hole punch me
I ignored the laughter
I ignored the blood
I ignored the screams
I ignored the pain
But when I fell
I couldn't ignore them any longer
I couldn't help but cringe
Wonder what it's like in the public eye.
Everyone knowing everything,
No secrets Whatsoever,
Judging stares; hateful words.
Wonder what it's like to always have a front.
To be what others want,
So this is me
Shoegazing
Always
An epiphany
And your garage rock sound
Does nothing to stir me
I just sit back
Watching the flow
Smooth over my edges
Waves crash against the shore,
A storm is on its way.
I cling to my desk in a bitter hope
That it will all pass over me.
But as they walk by,
Their lightning strikes—
Cold, hard stares
Don’t bend yourself
To fit the mold.
Break it; make it yours.
Be the person
You want to be.
Ignore their hateful scorn.
Step back and take
A look at yourself.
I stand in a crowd full of people and there is not one person who stands out to me
There's not one black dot on this white peice of paper, and why do you suppose that is?
"Don't have a big head, the world doesn't revolve around you."
There's no I in team, that's all that I knew.
There are people that are starving, homless and broke.
But that's only in movies, it was only a joke.
You wanna know who my best friend is?
That's right, its this empty hallway.
Why?
Because this empty hallway isn't infected with the black plague.
You know, that nasty cancer that spreads throughout each and
Freefalling
A tiny white crystal of ice
Descending from heaven
A precious gift
Glittering in the light
Falling, sparkling, beautiful
In its own right
A masterpiece unto itself
Who is to say what a win or a loss is?
I believe the magnitude of the win should be measured like beauty
Only in the eye of the beholder, should it be judged.
Individuality is a rarity
We live in a world of carbon copies
Of mass productions
A world where uniqueness is taken for granted
And similiraty is highly evident
When I look around
I see conformity.
We try to be the same
to maintain
a sense of normalcy
but it just constricts
our voices.
The world is closing in
around us,
You sat alone every first day of school and hoped, no, prayed that no one sat next to you.
And when they did, you ignored them; it wasn’t long before they said hello, but you had already put your earphones in.
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand ofstingyswinishshrewd and slybusinessmenwell that's half the battle.
We screaming fall with widened eyes
Our bodies break before the lies
Sharp fragments tumble through the dark
The ground awaits our lasting mark
Hi, my name is Lauren Lehman, I'm an ambitious poet from the South Florida Metropolitan Area..
I began writing poetry to help cope with traumatic events that I've overcome in my past.
The reason is simple.
It’s not black and white.
My pen is drawn to paper with ease
For once, my mind is free.
Words flow to and fro.
I write for emotion.
My feelings run with every thought.
Words that are for the wisdom we choose to seek
Predators circle its prey until its last breath
Dictators watch as it its it solemn flesh
Stuck in one’s mind of the already decided
Its 2013 and nothing has changed.
I sit with my homies and brothers ever estranged.
Watching all these people looking at us as if we are to blame.
Its 2013 and nothing has changed.
For too long this grudge has taken hold. A clear contagion and there's a man overboard. I see hate, I see pain, and disdain. Society sees you as a worn out bloodstain.
All boys want a letterman’s jacket
I told my brother today
“What’s wrong with you?”
I asked him
He said he didn’t care.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I asked again
Growing up with a father,Blinded by his own pain,I became the parent;His shelter from constant rain.Dried up his tears,Floods only became clouds.I couldn't help him like I wanted.I let him down.
Shoutout to the people who are always themselves,
who stay true to orginality not caring who else,
is paying attention to way the look or the way they act,
and like having a life thats not staying on one simple track,
Hahahah you're hilarious!
You thought this note was about how
You broke some girl's heart!
Comedy gold.
This is coming from a place you shut off long ago.
Every battle ever won was fought with a weapon, that statement leads me to ask you this question...
What am fighting with?
But before we get to that every weapon used in these battles was tailored for the opponent
Remember how we forgot?
How we never actually played by the rules we were taught
At the site of death we are sicken until we bite our tongues,
screaming at the anger that coats us in pain,
and as are eyes become blood shot red we are fighting to decide
Challenged with it all my life.
The kids laughing,
the kids talking.
Enemies and friends alike.
Lavish lies conceal flattering false prophets
Under a guise that is layers deep
A ritualistic routine of self masocation
Of emotional measures physicality intact
Progressing and digressing
Sometimes I despise people
when their eyes are cheerful
And they smile around me
it feels like they are teasing me
because I am always alone
Well it's better than being just another clone
Sometimes I feel like the destroyer
Sometimes I think that I create
A horrible whirlwind nightmare
That whisks everything away
What's more important?
To be right or wrong
he human mind is quite the composition
With boundless seas of thoughts, tamed only by inhibitions--small dams, if you will
Laced with never-ending threads of emotion; like exquisite pieces of silk
In the early evening, I come home from the park.
And inside my house there are shadows in the dark!
I live in a dollhouse
Where the Barbie's are five feet tall
And their pretty pink dresses
Resemble summer's fall.
I'm riding in a car with people I just met,
Realizing that my mind is so far away from theirs.
I look around outside the car window seeing the life I live in,
While questioning the thoughts that are going through my head.
I wake up but keep my eyes closed.
I just lay there in my bed.
Seems like everyday is the same,
I hear the same old story playing over and over in my head.
If high school was compared
To a growing flower bud
I wonder if you’d dare
Step foot inside the mud
They'll label you
Try to give you drugs that disable you
Saying this will never hurt, its to save you
But it cures you
Cures you from not following the status quo
Wipe out all the truth you may know
So you think you’re a man?
Walking with an air of authority-
Looking down on all you meet-
Spitting on the homos-
Degrading all the women-
Looking to your father,
Disobeying your mother,
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
With all these noises and TV lies,
I fail to see with worldly eyes.
Empty within compare,
Lost within despair,
Alone always alone,
And that's what I've always known.
Why is no one answering my cries?
I lash out in hopes that someone will notice,
But all that responds is never-ending silence.
Music used to be my perfect muse…
Now it doesn’t even offer me comfort.
I lost my mama one cold fierce night. Thinking she would return to her daughter might. I cry everyday i was just a little girl, out in the cold freezing world. things started changing, people dont remain the same, they are not true their word.
Here's to the girl that never feels good enough
The girl that felt alone and hated herself
To the girl that doesn't have as much money as others
Who's messed with at school for not having the newest Adidas
Little town of silence
sitting on the hill
dressed in white
it stands
all on its own.
The wistful wind blows
It reminds me of peace
Never ending ongoing tranquility
Things that are hard to achieve
In this society which never sleeps
Please forgive me, I know I'm nothing to be proud of
One awful monster created out of an act of love
The irony is often too much to take
I am sorry for being the worst mistake
I'm the odd ball,
the loser,
the weird one.
I'm on the outside looking in,
as it has always been.
I'm rejected from society,
I'm constricted by conformity.
But maybe,
just maybe,
Over in a moment
Death is nothing to be feared;
Life, love, and everything else
Is a tragedy for the mind.
Masked from all light, hidden in plain sight
His outside appearance is fake, with interference
From his brain, he hears it, dazed with incoherence
The boy afraid to try, shrouded by fright.
Welcome to the Mistake Factory
We stake ‘em
We bake ‘em
We shake ‘em
We even sell ‘em too
We send ‘em
We bend ‘em
We bind ‘em
We grind ‘em
And then we sing a long loud YABBA DABBA DOO!
What's real in this masquerade called life?
Behind these masks
Underneath the painted on smiles
I am from ashes
from shards and legendary rebirth.
I am from darkness beneath moon's shadow
lonely, silent,
it feels like snow.
I am from the world's remains,
the dark abyss
I look into my mirror.
Through swollen eyes,
I see an unfamiliar face.
Still the same,
But somehow different,
Somehow improved,
Yet simultaneously destroyed.
What are my chances of
Actually winning?
Does it matter?
If I only try – does that count?
Rejection
Doesn’t sit well with me,
Failure is almost
Unbearable.
There’s a key to success,
