#misdirection
What do I have to offer
some pretty words and tired smile
I could even walk the distance
but it may take a while
could you be content with a promise
of future riches to become
would you dare accept less
knowing that you've already won
to the victor go the spoils
but ignorance is what truly rules
crowns of forgiveness are rarely worn
so shame and blame continue to be born
twins of the same desire
to live forever and never tire
history is destined to repeat
different lyrics same beat
you know the song they taught you well
now it's yours for you to tell
will they listen will they rot
they have no choice it's all they've got
so they scream obscenities
to anyone that believes
truth was sold they couldn't afford her
all their papers were not in order
what we have are echo chambers
no thinkers left no one to save her
she was forced out to die
so I have my truth and you have your lie.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
no matter how you rove,
you can't trust roads
to lead you home in the
winter.
on occasions, she brews
a tempest laced with
coffee to wreak havoc
in the morning,
and at night,
in between restlessness
and nightmares,
her back holds up a sign
that reads "no yesterdays
allowed"
gone was our youth,
tarnished like trinkets
coated with gold
peddled and sold
like empty promises
sometimes,
white flags are waved,
and we find us wrapped
inside arms that used
to be used to be our home
but the years took
its toll and had us evicted
out of boredom
deep in her eyes,
I see that she is there
at the moment as a misdirection,
fleeting like a daydream fading
into the background
but in the corner
of her disquieting eyes
there is a pulsating
dark light yearning
for emancipation.
There is something
behind their walls
that I dare not behold,
lest, my heart turns into stone,
a monument of brokenness
deeply rooted where it stands
waiting for time to weather
it into dust for the wind to
scatter
it's utterly tiring
to spit words
that leave wounds
for us to dress with
never-again bandages
for in time,
in the most inopportune
circumstances our deathless
animosity just
seeps through
yet,
as voracious as we are
to be alone, we atone
for still we loved
we can't always
trust the roads to lead
us home in winter,
but if take the good
with the bad
maybe one day
we can look back
at our madness
bold enough to say
though our hearts betrayed
still we loved.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 2:56 AM UTC
If you cut a
Gecko's tail off
It'll grow back
If you do
It again
The gecko
Would be like
"Dude.."
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 12:14 AM UTC
Ever change?
I need a connection,
That was true. But,
Something in your inflection
Hints at misdirection,
Reeks of lies.
You don't want me, psychically
It's no longer frustration,
But more so consternation, over
What I feel I must do
With no choice
Mute, but you hate my tongue
And cringe every time you hear my voice.
Displacement, over all
You can place it on me
And if I leave,
Like you are absent,
Will you be like me?
Left, wanting.
No
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sleight of hand combined with misdirection
so you miss the moth eaten crushed velvet
of my finest stage jacket,
the flop sweat beneath the powder
I gesture to the monument of worries
towering behind me
With flamboyant flare
Presto!
The monolith of my life’s troubles
is no longer there!
You are right to give slack jawed applause
and question my technique,
just don’t peek behind the curtain
beyond the mirrors where it
all still teeters
Until the lights go out, I’m cured
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 8:01 AM UTC
Here we stand on the edge of extinction
Shaking fists at the sun
Snarling through clinched teeth
And casting fault for the burnt flesh
We chose not to shield.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
though without substance or inertia its evident
that grace of time steadily loop our scripted creek
hence no matter departure time or boarding means
we're all settled in one phenomenal life raft
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
I’m sorry that you have to be my little secret
Everybody’s sleepin but you were deceivin
Late night creepin
As my door was creakin I just watched you creep in
I could not believe it, can you sense the feelin
It’s the season, everybody’s freezin
You needed somethin to believe in
I’m a heathen, lies I told you had you cheezin
Probably makes you wonder what else I’ve been keepin
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
His left hand flourishes
But
The audience watches intensely
There
The motions dazzle
Is
Everyone paying attention
Something
Unexpected
Else
The illusion is shattered
Transpiring
The magician takes a bow.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
a contortionist
that dies
with candy
in hand
was vexed
in vanguard
and settled
improvisie with
flavor in
his lore
with a
spoon registerEd
delight and
never would
discriminate trouble
with women
in awe
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
I held it momentarily at my throat gliding
it effortlessly as it permeated in tears of release.
You should have known this was coming,
the signs were there, but I couldn't keep it
hidden. I released the blade upon my throat.
I held it momentarily, then cleansed myself
of a burden that had hung there far to long.
You should have seen your tears in the mirror,
that part of me now gone. Laying on the ground
crumbled lifeless, A history of growth now fallen.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Obviously there has been some misplaced affection, a slight calculation of misdirection. See there is so much attraction yet your actions tell me you're only looking for attention. Not to mention your constant desire for attention, puts me in a position where I have to make a decision...
You aren't worth the mental condition, the constant strain to make sure you are alright to function, because with you there is no assumptions, especially with your depression.
I won't let it become an obsession that has possession over my mind.
I've got my own distractions, got my own reactions, I have my own complexion, my own limitation.
My own corrections, to every day life.
My own explanations, that give reasons to this.
Though every bit of preparation could not prepare me for this feeling still. The want to have motivation, the want to be apart of a beautiful creation. The need to feel great appreciation, the need to have greater expectations.
The world has ever only been a depressing gravitation, putting every bit of joy at mass extinction. There are always going to be hesitations to do what makes us happy.
There will forever be misdirections on our paths, unavailable to direct corrections.
I only have one question, of a simple fashion, where did you come from, my beautiful misdirection.
D. L. Smith 1/16/2017
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
Not death
Breathe slow
Past coil
Jealous?
We don't know
Sad as plain sight
Fake intents
Misdirection and dense
Regrets for tomorrow
Until the demon runs
Mind will be blank
Conscious without reprimand
Disgracing self
And projected shadows
Into millenium of words
That trick only inside
Gross and perfect
Figured somewhat insect
Fear of movement
Ready to read
Never to explore
A monster that is a bore
No true faces
Just stolen ink
Anger in three ports
Without the eyes to close
Ever so unsubtle
Render one cold
With love as slow as shell
Until they grow the verdure fungus
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Sitting here
And pondering
Wondering
Why?
Merrily
Or cheerily
Yet I still want to die
My face is smiles
Happy
And misleading
My heart is fractured
Lacerated
And bleeding
My mind is buzzing
And words are whirling
Swirling
Twirling my thoughts
To delusions of grandeur
I sit
Detached
Maybe confused
Not sure what to do
Does anyone else feel this way?
Do you ever just
Wish it would end?
Do you ever look at your life
And think.
What have i done?
For me
At least
I have these
To ease
Those thoughts of nothingness
Though i am not famous
Or rich
Or even that well known
My words are profound
My thoughts are now focused
My poetry
And notoriety
Rising
My heart
My soul
My drive
My will
This day
I feel
And deal
This wheel
Of life
Or strife
A mighty blow
Although
My heart
Is screaming.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Hoardings of longer legs and shapely curves
Fat lips slowly parting from ****** hymns
Inch after inch of giant television screens
Vomiting blamelesss skin oto my couch
Blotting the real bodies of real people
Kicking my mind, blind and dumb
To the point of nominal resistance
To all notions of primal restraint
Sell your *** someother place
Leave these homes alone
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
You are my little secret,
and you will be the death of me.
But I am addicted to the taste of you.
To wrap my lips around you.
To take you into my mouth.
To taste you.
Filling my mouth..
I know which way is best.
Just the tip and ****
I could do this ten times a day,
if you would let me.
Taking you in my mouth,
taking you down as deep as I can.
But I often wish I didn't want it so much.
But I always want more.
Like an addiction.
**** it! you will be the death of me
if I don't give you up.
And at £6.49 for a packet of 18,
you are a very expensive secret.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
I turn to my left, I turn to my right,
I have no ammo left, no more strength to fight,
I see their faces, unmasked pits of disgust,
How long till I die, how long will I last,
It's all a mistake, one huge misunderstanding,
A crime forbidden, by an impatience outstanding,
I see it all lost, passing away,
Gone from my reach, hidden within the fray,
I turn to face, my dying past,
Thinking that each breath, could be my last,
But this cannot, will not be, my last declaration,
When all along this could be, just a game of misdirection.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
Times are changing
The whole world is rearranging
Love is fading
What is the world evading
*** is now the new thing
But that's just temporary pleasure
In the end what does that bring
It's just people giving away their treasure
Love is what people should look for
Since it is amazing beyond measure
When you have love you don't need anything more
Because there is nothing better
Lust, addiction and obsession shouldn't be confused with love
These are different feelings
Those aren't feelings you should be proud of
You'll notice this the day you actually start seeing
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
wind doesnt move me like it used to flickering candle bought for hope, who
Is remedy of sugargoods and drinking? --being alone when you get home.
I miss the feeling of comfort fooling me
As if this dream would last all daylong
Regurgitating validation like song
As if i actually believed in us.
While you are too busy
Romanticizing worth.
Life- i am in love with you
But i hear you are insane
So I sleep in
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC