#misconception
And yes, I am Someone.
By default, I have a few names,
Like:
Someone Is Knocking At The Door,
Someone will do that, or
Old People Need Someone To Talk To.
But really I’m just Someone Else.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 5:33 AM UTC
there were no feelings to rid—
it wasn't love to begin with.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
They say we are like beasts in the night;
Senseless and wild.
Menacing fangs, ready to devour the world.
In truth, we are like wolves;
Untamed with teeth to rip apart all who dares threaten our packs.
With furs to cuddle the biting cold away, sharp ears and eyes to pick up on the first signs of danger.
In truth, we are like cats;
Finding our home back from the streets,
Or simply knowing how to get away from the hand that feeds nothing but pain.
In truth, we are like rats;
Blamed for a disease we do not have,
Deemed filthy and wretched by all who refuse know us.
In truth, we are like crows;
Beloved by the outcasts,
Flock together into groups, loyal with a love that can bring gods down.
In truth, we are like mint;
Impossible to get rid of, no matter how many of us you pluck out of this earth.
Persistent and all the more lovely for it.
You say we are like seeds planted in pots;
Destined to settle down the way the gardeners dictated, all other possible futures disregarded.
In truth, we are like the moon;
the phases are nothing but your refusal to see as us a whole.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
"It's ok, I feel sad too sometimes."
But not like this.
"You're faking it."
I'm only telling the truth.
"I know how you feel."
Not on my level
"Stop being so lazy!"
Lazy ≠ exhausting
"Get over it, and stop feeling sorry for yourself."
I can't get over a mental illness.
"It's not that bad if you aren't cutting yourself"
Self harming isn't always cuts.
"Don't give your life away!"
Actually, good idea, what do I have to lose?
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
I wish that I could meet the me inside your head
I don't think I'd like the things that she says
I wish I could erase the stencil of me you traced
Free your mind to see a different shape
I would deconstruct the shadow that has taken my place
And help you see the real me that has somehow been replaced
Paint a new and clearer picture, however long it takes
I want to stay until you see her, however high the stakes
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
This ****** organism
Flowing with Lyricism
Endowed with Witticism
Maybe lacking in rhythm...
But not in favouritism
Look under the skin
Why the schism
What is the division
Needless criticism
Wait... did I just become the villain?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
You were wrong about me.
I am no halcyon,
no summer song,
but a wilted rose you picked
with its sharp thorns.
I wasn't a catch.
I am a fire hydrant's glass.
Something constantly left shattered
when it all goes up in smoke.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
if i think of you
does it mean that you’re thinking of me
or is my innocence pure ignorance
and denial of the truth
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
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.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
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.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
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."
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
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
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
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
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
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.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
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.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Thoughts awry under misconception,
allowing those not to take over.
As if to take hold of the reigns,
on your own uncertainty.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
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?
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
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?
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
I used to think you were beautiful
The way you moved when you danced
Was a sight to be seen by angels
The way you burst into abrupt laughter at your own jokes
Was the most inspirational way someone has told me
That life was the real joke and its best to just laugh
Oh and the way you pressed your face against a person to kiss them
Like you just couldnt get close enough.
But then you told me all the things you've done
All the people you've ****** over
All the times you ****** up bad
And got ****** up bad...
I used to think you were beautiful
But now i know its not that simple
Its something real
Real in the way
I could be that person you **** over
I could be something you **** up bad
Or be the person you get ****** up bad with
But more than that
I could be the one you danced with
I could be the one you laugh with
I could be the one you kiss.
You were something real and tangible in that moment
And that was the most beautiful person i have ever seen
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
the clock in the corner, it ticks and tocks,
i am a walking paradox,
the things i say are never true,
oh don't you wish you knew the truth?
alas, the truth is in front of your eyes,
the way that i act is just a disguise,
and the things that i say are all quite real,
please tell me how that makes you feel.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
My words are trending
now I'm seen as a poet?
Your algorithm is flawed
that little sign offends me!
I dont write for you
I don't care to impress,
fame and glory is not what I seek.
I give voice to my world
with a pen as my weapon.
Bleeding onto pages
every feeling, emotion and thought,
bonding it forever in ink.
Profoundly thankful for the ability
to captivate with a spell of words
to weave together a phrase
that tugs at your heartstrings
I share what I feel
and see and hear and wonder
I am glad you can relate
however please bear in mind
this I do for my sanity not yours.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
I come from ****** noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow
that will never come.
I come from optimism,
forever filled with the hope of
something better.
I come from sugar coated lies
Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth.
I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes.
I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped.
I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness.
I come from misconception.
I begin to understand the world for what it is.
I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful.
I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way.
It is all a matter of perspective.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC