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gray Nov 2018
he said
I'll paint a picture.

you heard
I'll paint a masterpiece.

he said
I can't give you everything.

you heard
I'd give up everything for you.

he said
I'm done with you.

you heard
You wasted my time.

he said
I miss you.

you heard
You were right.
it all got lost in translation
Rezium Sep 2018
I am Guilty

I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.

Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.

I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence

Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.
"The two thing that interest me about childhood. First is that it's a secret world that lives by it own rules and lives by it's own cuture. The second thing is that we forget what it is to be a child. Which is kind of exotic and strange." -Stephen King
Samreena Lodhi Sep 2018
Trust on the road,
walking by the riverside,
crossed some trees,
and sat on the pile of rocks.

He saw loyalty walking by,
and out of curiosity asked her,
what made you visit this site?
what made you to be here?

Loyalty replied
"no matter how i am crumbled or twisted,
my devotion won't ever wither away,
i came here to soothe my mind and soul,
not to let you alone and ever to troll"

Then the trust gave a smile,
mustered up his courage and said
"I am not fragile.
I lost my way in agitation.
I became a bait to misconception.
i was thinking as a broken trust,
where i should have followed Satisfaction."
CredibleTopHat Aug 2018
There is a misconception on my shelf
that appears when the shelves are overthrown with dust
dust drawn out by time, a misconception drawn out by lies
a misconception seen with half an eye
a single devil in disguise

Coming back when I least expect it
to take it's share from my mind
to unravel my life, to make me blind
and to forget everything i've done
to forget it all and to leave it behind

There will always be a misconception on my shelf
there with the single purpose
to erase and hide my true self
Yanamari Jun 2018
The world is filled with
Coated entities
Many layers
And of no purity

As soon as I felt
The paint that was painted onto others
Painted on me
I felt infuriated
Frustrated
Helpless... and alone.

As soon as I felt
The paint that I painted on you
Backlash onto me
The oils encircled my throat
And weighed down my chest

That paint that others wield
I cannot bear
Not on me
Not on you
Rezium Jun 2018
I am Guilty

I don't deny that I, me, who you think of as a fool, am guilty of a belief
I was blinded it theived me.

Of course he killed them but he is all part of it anyways.
He's always been the killer but you always let him get away.

I accept my punishment and embrace my sentence.
Though I'm not the first.
So don't correct me in front of their presence

Funny how we forget it though like it's nothing yet we know it still happens.
I guess that why maturing to be me was the only way to become me, I reckon.
"The two thing that interest me about childhood. First is that it's a secret world that lives by it own rules and lives by it's own cuture. The second thing is that we forget what it is to be a child. Which is kind of exotic and strange." -Stephen King
Stone and Blood Apr 2018
Allow me to be naked around you,
Adjust to the sudden change in atmosphere,
If you will.

Grasp at fleeting understanding,
Until it leaves your consciousness forever.

The chase, that chase for understanding.
That urge, the traces of that hurt.
Turned me into a *****.

Don’t misconceive my nakedness for desperation.
I am this,
Transparent, clear-minded.
Take me as you will.
Or leave me as you may.
I am still right here.
Emily McClelland Oct 2017
Thoughts awry under misconception,
allowing those not to take over.
As if to take hold of the reigns,
on your own uncertainty.
Is it only the size that matters?
Is it the length or width?
Is it beauty that flatters?
Or is that misconception and myth?

Is it the amount of money?
Is it ones own height?
Is it vanilla or honey?
Complexion that's dark or light?

Is it the skinnier or the fatter?
Is it the size of her chest?
Do these things really matter?
Do they measure love best?
Àŧùl Aug 2016
Don't be present day Colombus,
Or you will die in misconception,
Like he thought that he found India,
Or the sea route to this mystical land,
Because America he had discovered,
Or a better land unknown to them,
He just died in the misconception,
Or would you die mistaken too?
Ditching me was the worst step you took independently in your young life but I still pray for your good.

And I know that I can find no better person to love.

So yes, wish or don't, I am really going to wait for you.

My HP Poem #1112
©Atul Kaushal
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