i feel so missunderstood im
no bad guy i wasnt a villan wearing a mask
i was never a person of lasting lies time flys by day after day feeling so missunderstood
nobody cares about my
my mission wasnt to target and destroy but was to nature and love with pation and grace i wanted to teach you a lesson but it turned out to be the end of our story
i feel so missunderstood because i love you but am taken as a liar a wommerniser im just a boy in need of your love and happyness
i wanna grow with you but you see me as a fool
tried to teach u a harsh lesson it turned out to be that the cadles whr blown out and the smake from the cadles are just our memories fadding up into thin air but the two cadles still stand fermly
i feel so missunderstood
# keep cool calm and collected
Someone has misheard:
-Are you some kinda perv?
-I struck some kinda nerve?
Who will be the first
to change the topic,
pitch of talking?
Can this be reversed?
It was just an impulse.
Yes, it is that simple
when it's not rehearsed.
Who's that good with words?
Smile and let's move on.
Let us not be dull.
Moods will come and go
so on the go we learn.
Bro1: ..... you look like you got hit by a TRAIN!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Bro2: I pulled a gun on God.
Bro: ...what? where's the gun?
1: I don't frigging know.
2: you look like you got mauled!! How are you alive?!?!
1: turns out God is just a fighter. Not a killer. I love you.
2: ......what the hell happened to you?
1: I just told you.
2: what did you drink......
1: let's just say I will be hung over for. eternity. I love you.
2:.......you're scaring me.
1: and you're scaring me too.
What if God is real. But we don't know the truth about it.
The love of a poet in love with a pen,
About love, heartache, mystery or sin,
A chosen few who can tell the tale,
That will inspire, unite, or cast a spell,
Then there are the few who do not agree,
With the style, format or cant even see,
The love of a poet in love with the pen,
Who shares the tale about something within,
Judge not about what is missunderstood,
expression through poetry is simply good.
I too am a poet in love with my pen,
I hope you enjoy- what I share from within.
Missunderstood medicine man
plant and herbs tight in hand
veggies fruits and and tobaco plants
from tribe to civilized
plants are disected and pillized
while open awake to thrive
pharm free eating pots of honey hive
theres many that help and many that ail
tabaco dipped for death
hospitals smell stail
steel and lumber companies say hemp noway
that stuff is the devils kept
hemp went away because of that day
its back to wear and eat but not to smoke
what is this some kind of ******* joke
I am poetic and misunderstood
I wonder if anyone notices i'm not happy
I hear myself thinking, ruining myself
I see my family and friends so full of glee
I want them to understand i'm diffrent
I am poetic and misunderstood
I pretend to be happy with a bright smile
I feel the opposite
I touch the faint scars
I worry people will notice and judge or be mean
I cry at the memories of how low people made me feel
I am poetic and missunderstood
I understand everyone has problems of their own
I say if we all knew the deep stuff, we'd treat eachother better
I dream of the good memories and forget the nighmares
I try and strive to be better and stay rad
I hope to become someone I can be proud of
I am poetic and misunderstood
wrote something but maybe nothing idk
she was fooled
she was missunderstood
she was betrayed
they filled her life with tears and hatred
teras ran down her cheeks like a river
yet there wasnt anyone to stop that pain full river
the meaningless words of other
pricked her heart like fragment of a broken mirror
she walked down the street alone
holding her head down to the ground
as she walked a drop of blood fell from her heart
teras poured from her eyes like a rain
but the people around enjoyed the crumbling pain
no longer could she remain with the painfull past
as her last tear rolled down her cheek
she prayed "let me the last"
and she past away from her painfull life
We were born in a place that isn't the best
But still it's much different from all the rest
We were born as people, sharing a same town
Always stood for it, never to let it down
We were raised in loving and caring about our country
We were raised in respect to every guard and sentry
It has always been our precious mother
In bitter and sweet, when it laughs or smother
Our duty towards our town
Never to let it drown
With time going on, many things has changed
Something went wrong that got everything rearranged
Black souls were born and has came
Been using the town and it's people in a way that was so lame
Whenever our people tried to start the blame
They got burned right away like a fire flame
People were scared
The fear was shared
They kept silence while they were deeply dying
They kept silence while they were secretly crying
They kept silence when they knew the government was lying
They kept silence when they had to be complying
And then we thought time has come for one more glee
And then we thought we've got back freedom's key
And then we thought we were no longer falling on our knee
And so it turned out that the grave doesn't seem to be setting us free
New people came
With different masks
New changes in the game
With different kind of tasks
They were using our poor precious town
They were seaking for a chair or a crown
None of them cared about your good
They all claimed to be missunderstood
But the worst part is that the bad people are in power
The worst part is how big they can devour
Our soldiers are dying
Our mothers are cying
Our tears doesn't seem to be drying
Our government is doing nothing but lying.
July 17th 2014
The first time I saw you
I realized you were special
The way you sat quietly by yourself
and you laughed with your friends
The way that even though you've had trials
I could see that you like to smile
When you look at me
When your fingers brush my arm
I feel like a little girl again
Everytime you smile at me
and look down at your shoes
Your cheeks flush red
You're missunderstood, you're incredible
and maybe someday your heart
will be with mine.
I was sinking in my own sea
Thought that drinking would set me free
My head was underwater, my breathing wasn't fine
That was the moment i realised, your heart cannot be mine
And so i tried healing scars with many glasses of wine
Every single part of me was damaged even my blood line
Yes i was bleeding, isn't that obvious and clear?
Yes i was bleeding, When ends the wave of fear?
Yes i was bleeding, for not being anyone's dear
And yes i kept bleeding, and maybe yelling but none could hear
Every heart-beat explains my pain
Every empty sheet abuses my brain
And i was slowly going insane
My sources of power i should regain
Yes i've lost my sanity
In a world missing humanity
Full of sick souls hiding their reality
A bunch of fools claiming normality
As i was obliged in being a part of the world
As i was obliged to keep unspoken words, none ever heard
As i was obliged to deal with sick society
With a world of acts full of impropriety
I might've gone insane but all i've got in mind
Are many seperate words i'd like to throw behind
Defines how much human is blind
In damaging all the good he could ever find
Oh **** human
Oh **** people
Always claiming straighness, in a mosque or a steeple
Oh **** human, stabbing each each other in the back
Oh **** human, you never deserve being locked out of black
Oh **** human, you have no arms but a knife
Oh **** human, you've missunderstood the rules of life
Oh how i hate being a part of you
Oh how much you cause me a mind blew
Oh how hard i wish the world was never true
A lame joke, sick lie that we are going through
You think that's too much hate?
You think i over berate?
Try once to walk on my shoe
Try to see the world just like i do
Try to sink with me in my sea
Try to imagine how life should be
Try to see how lame human can be
That way they would **** you... Just the way they killed me.
Alone in the dark
So much more than missunderstood
Your apathy is not lost on me
The truth lies in my scars
It pulses through my veins
Invades my broken heart
Temporarily I stem the flow
Cutting off the Scorce
The relief you see is all I've got
My solemn scars and I
— The End —