'misalignment' poems - Hello Poetry

Mr E Aug 2015

I believe that evil comes about when man is hurt
A type of hurt that burrows far beneath the skin
And straight into the heart.
As anyone knows, when a man is cast out
He will do anything to prove himself to those who hate him
Perhaps that is where the greatest of evil men came from
At what point was such a deep hurt cast upon them
That broke them to a point of proving themselves again
From there, that anger would bubble into vengeance
Vengeance to violence, violence to the ends of all those he wished to prove himself to from the beginning.
An evil man is a broken man
Broken from the moment he accepted he would never be held
Accepted he would rather be feared than loved
Because from that same fear, that is where he had found his strength
For that is all he ever knows
Driven on by the coals of his own self deceit
This once broken man stitches the parts of himself together again
And from the ruins of his own soul he pours his cruelty and madness
Madness to force the world to accept him as he creates his own role
Uncaring, he grows numb toward the death
The destruction he causes becomes his creations
Because those who broke him never let him believe
That his hands could ever conjure something great
So he brings his wrath upon them instead
And dies a little more inside every day
Possibly without knowing it any longer
That he became the very thing he hated most
And like any evil man
His actions must be accounted for
Because though he had been broken and battered to the floor
It was he who let himself sink below and let anger fester
Feeding the demons that nipped at his ankles
Perhaps he is as guilty as the doubters of his gifts
Perhaps the world creates these men for a reason
To show the people just how dark it can truly be

Lilith Meredith Aug 2013

Disassembled (Upon returning to my father's house before deployment)

Lilith Meredith Aug 2013

Disassembled (Upon returning to my father's house before deployment)

There is change that is certain.
The earth slowly shifting,
The sky slowly shifting.
Seven billion universes
Rotating around each of us,
Each one of us an axis.
The recurring misalignment,
Collisions, and revisions of
Our orbiting bodies
Shape the illusion of stability
Hanging from our celestial ceiling.

I did not expect to come home
To an empty house,
My family's effects removed
Like the leftovers of an evicted tenant.
I am a stranger here,
In this room where I became a woman.
This room that exalted and imprisoned me
No longer offers solace.

Litter, that upon closer inspection
Reveals a mosaic of my childhood
Is spinning.
The pieces of my past
Are spinning
Out and away,
Gravitating towards a larger body.

The car I drove to a stranger's house
To get ****** instead of going
To dinner with my family
Now belongs to another.
The dresser that kept my underwear
In the top drawer
For twenty years
Discarded and lain in the gutter.
The walls which I painted
The most neon shade of green
In an act of adolescent rebellion
Are now covered over
In rental home white
To attract the widest audience
Of potential tenants.

The floor is slipping out from beneath me,
The ceiling lifting and floating away.
New additions to my orbital debris.

This place,
Disassembled.
Each part
Far more significant than the whole.
This house
Will never again be a home.
If I had stayed,
Would the gravity of my presence
Have been enough to keep it together?

Were any of these parts
Part of my universe in the first place?

Lerin Feb 2017

Keep me underwater

Lerin Feb 2017

Keep me underwater

It begins with a very few words, but an array of emotions.
Its unspoken feelings,
Its the misalignment of words,
My head is underwater but I somehow enjoy the feeling of suffocation,
Submerged in my own thoughts,
I am slowly drowning,
Not a slight quiver with the sound of rippling waters,
I don't hear a sound above,
Above,.. where its all rustles and rambles of reality,
I feel safe underwater,
Often, I hear the whispers of doubt in my ear,
My head and heart has been detached for so long,
I'd forgotten the weight that it carried,
I feel lighter underwater,
Let me have a few moments more,
I don't mind the taste of salt in my mouth than to hear the lies you tell to comfort me,
I think this life finally belongs to me,
As i watch the sky above me, and feel the water beneath me,
I am one step closer to healing,
I have suffered a hundred seconds trying to appreciate a moment.
But for now,
After a very long time, I finally feel happy.
Truly happy.

Kamski Mar 2020

The Misalignment of Veins in my Mind

Kamski Mar 2020

The Misalignment of Veins in my Mind

The misalignment of veins in my mind—
Its unsettling ominousness
Taints like a spilt coffee on white cloth—
A disgrace to my well-being!

The distant touches of my fingers
Leave fractured sensations in me,
Only on your command can tether
This upset equilibrium.

The depravity of will and thoughts
Born from its barren womb;
Whales swim in the sky, birds in the sea
How nurtured you are in me!

Jae Elle Apr 2012

.he's turned into carmen sandiego.

Jae Elle Apr 2012

.he's turned into carmen sandiego.

something startled the
fault line yesterday
a misalignment in the stars
she tried to find the volume in
your expression
but you are far too quiet
& its horrifying
tingling underneath her fingernails
intuition like haunting
& she still can't figure out
where you are

speak

speak here

I drift like the
tide
constantly
in and out of
awareness
out of life
out of mobility

you rise up over
the shore
a sunlit statue
at your charismatic helm

or so I thought
but you sailed right past

your face was so empty
I could not reach
you

& you never looked
never saw me watching you

its as if you already knew
you were on a
sinking ship

I scream
I cry
I claw at the sand

Dada Olowo Eyo Dec 2023

THE EIGHTH.

Dada Olowo Eyo Dec 2023

THE EIGHTH.

Sometimes the skies aren't bright,
And things seem not alright,
The misalignment of the stars,
And success held behind bars;

Then the sun shines again,
And we're not reminded of our pain,
Glory to the heavens!
For the renewal of the seasons!

On the road to perfection, we're at the eight milenof our journey as a couple, my wife and I, traveling with our children on this journey to greatness.

Molly Dot Jul 2013

little things

Molly Dot Jul 2013

little things

I love so many things about you
and it opens up my world
to seeing things from your perspective
and others too

the way you smile when reading your favourite book
the creases around your eyes
and the slight misalignment of your teeth
radiate your happiness

this happiness in someone is seldom
and it shows just how
the little things can affect someone's vivacity
so greatly

Sonja Benskin Mesher Oct 2014

. darker days .

Sonja Benskin Mesher Oct 2014

. darker days .

especially the mornings,
i need not tell you really,
you must know.

ok if there is no rush to go,
easy, cosy up and write.

i think they change the clocks
soon, throwing all into
misalignment, it is not
supposed to, yet remains
a mystery to me. we talk
about the war and daylight saving.

walking to school in the mist,
uniform,, and there
is another story.

it is darker here this morning.

sbm.

yas Apr 2015

hollywood

yas Apr 2015

hollywood

our love story was hardly one worth telling let alone one for the screens,
peoples eyes ticking over with boredom as we explain that we were not
brought together by a miraculous act of fate, just lazily made our way into each other’s lives. yet we loved like the actors and actresses in the best selling romance films and we gave everything but i suppose regardless of a sinking ship or fatal car crash or simple misalignment of the stars we just weren’t mean to be.

#love #idk

Mr Vampire Sep 2020

minor misalignment

Mr Vampire Sep 2020

minor misalignment

it hurts

no grand act of betrayal
but the magnitude of minor slices to my heart
found in the lacking of affection

claims of love
feel unbelievable
when overshadowed by actions of doubt

i fear to let go
but fall into the pit of comparison

the past has its claws deeply implanted
into my flesh
not deep enough to bring my end
but only enough to regularly deface my heart

torn
tattered

i forget what i want
but crave that which is lost

rational thoughts plagues my mind
how i attempt to dismiss it
when overwhelming me with the reminder
that the sacred times will never return

LN Apr 2014

Untitled

LN Apr 2014

Untitled

I always find myself getting caught in the misalignment of your teeth, tripping over the angles of your smile and drowning in the sound of your voice telling me stories about the place you grew up. The sound of your voice carries the same comforting familiarity that a child feels when they notice that the clouds never cease to leave their side on a long car ride. What you don't see is that I am merely a cloud of stardust floating like the smoke of an exhaled cigarette and you are a whole universe that I could get irrevocably lost in. Except I hope I'm not like nicotine to you, because love isn't about addiction or obsession it's about comfort and just like how I never forget to lock my door at night because I feel safer with a tiny piece of metal separating the outside from me, I feel so safe in your arms even though they're merely just pieces of flesh.

#love #metaphor #metaphors #simile

matthew scott harris Apr 2018

to sire with love

matthew scott harris Apr 2018

to sire with love

though thine wife gladly
     (and long time ago)
     verily swept passed
     her final child bearing year

this house broken husband
     genuinely hankers to father
     (yes sire re:to set sea men
     "NOT FAKE," nor NONGMO
     free and reduced)
     and longingly participate
     in parenthood again

     donning baby proof couture wear
analogous (as aye imagine dragons
   fire breathing worth tolerating),
     those who fervently veer

yearning to undergo
     *** reassignment surgery (SRS)
     with unintentional surgeon's delicate tear
aye  thru thoroughly anesthetized flesh,

     (especially genitals under going
     transformational substantial removal
     via said - bravely bite ting the bullet -
     sharp pinching shear)

contemplating, formulating, issuing
     personal specifications to cutting crew
     validating, testifying recapping re: questing
     genitals do not reappear

since significant surgery purport, some hetero
     ****** person might **** sitter queer
yet no doubt a homosexual
     and/or lesbian would ap pear

to understand completely if he/she
     didst unwittingly accidentally overhear
confidential conversation,
     yet warmly reassured the speaker,

     they did not intend to get near
enough to glean enough information
     that said transexual could reduce wardrobe
     with women and/or menswear

and this once distraught,
     distressed, and distributed
     without willingness unfairly
     fated to live stemmed,

     undoubtedly wrought from ****** misalignment,
     would post surgery
     hover off the ground and modestly
     swagger off into the sunset

     (this scenario projection strictly of mine)
anyway he/she could map out in one direction
     destiny describing,
     an upswinging trajectory linear

once future freed where gender now nsync
     with physical gonadal accouterment
unconcerned if urge arises
     to swivel derriere with flare.
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matthew scott
highland manor apartments
schwenksville, pennsylvania
19473
USA

#i #shaw #miss #doze #diaper #changing #daze

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