#misconstrued
Feelings,
Shown—
Feelings,
Grown.
I can’t help but to
fall in awe
with her
idyllic astonishment;
like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
(not so)
blissful slumber.
I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
b e a u t y
for
Misconstrued Paraselene.
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Eating every petal,
tasting falsehoods
of what they meant.
Every thorn crushed in
our last meal,
hoping shards
cut deeply on the misconstrued
hope you would taste my pain.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Caravaggio knew
Donatello, Albrecht too
the body sings a song
as beauty, coming through
Skin is just a medium
beneath, the heart controls
every stroke, of brush
an artistry, of soul
Words are simple instruments
they sing as would wet paint
pause at what you think you see
most-times
that's just what
it ain't
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
When I caught a glimpse of you, I barely could believe.
You sat there on my porch as if to be my sign.
And when our eyes locked, you didn't fly away.
Is it injured? Is it real?
These were my first thoughts.
Even as I opened the door, and stepped towards you, beautifully you held your perch.
You're the bird they love to hate.
Your beauty they can not see.
Dark, smart, and misconstrued.
They say that you're an omen, but I can see that you're my guide.
To the crow outside my window, you're always on my mind.
To the crow outside my window, you're really just like me.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC
**Unload your vetted earnings
in the collection baskets,
small price to pay
for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
'pon gold filled prospered coffers
within corporate excesses
of enriched gaudy churches
wondering when HIS word
had begotten misconstrued
in clergy's interpretations
of powers' self-aggrandizement
and pontificating gratification;
whilst the huddled masses
were starving midst the pews**
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
This was never meant to hurt you.
It was a simple miscommunication,
a stumble of words.
"Words" can be so easily misspelled to say "swords,"
and swords can impale.
I suppose words can, too.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
I suffer
Neither alone nor in silence
Invisible in person
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC