#misleading
the new dark age
heart goes out
world goes up
all due to a love of concrete
and iron indignities
buildings grown in the heartland
steel your future
wrap your face in a foreign flag
make it medieval
so fear and superstition
can live on each floor
from above the cityscape
blueprints of a pinball machine
a train to nowhere
like candles on a cake
that will burn someday
when least expected
ladies against the glass
of morning commutes
show too much cleavage
to people on Sunday
gentlemen with their death sticks
conjure the factory smoke
poisoning a life of leisure
these infinite vistas
continue to rise
elevation well in hand
stitched together
but growing apart
the biomechanical soul
a species out of control
mother solitude and her
modern failures
take the stairs to the roof of her mouth
progress leaves an echo
her final words are
empty, foreboding
and full of lead
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:20 PM UTC
When I look into your misleading eyes
I wish I didn't see past the disguise
I'd rather not be face to face with deceit and lies
That give my walls a reason to rise
©2024
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 7:00 PM UTC
Nothing's
Amazing
That phrasings
Misleading
It's meaning
Is trending
Ascending
And blending
It's bleeding
To feelings
Reseeding
All learning
Refracting
Distracting
Everlasting
And confusing
Leaching
Overreaching
Reacting
No thinking
This god things
No blessing
Keep pretending
It has meaning
©2023
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC
Jupiter was visible
yet again tonight
a symbol of tolerance
and understanding
or so i have read
shining bold and proud
yet unwittingly misleading
to those who might look
contradicting the import
of ever-present Polaris;
but to me
ruled as i am
by nothing less than
the magnificence of the Sun
it is merely
another distraction
to confound this search
for my true north
Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 12:13 PM UTC
a gentle patter of rain
tapping politely
at the window
not tempestuously
but imposing enough
in its constancy
a passive aggressive reminder
from the heavens
of our ultimate
lack of control
such a minor obstacle
and yet it tips
the scales of
what was planned
or hoped for
to something perhaps
unforeseen
not yet considered
i thought i had
no intention of
leaving the house
but find myself
rolling my eyes
with huff and sigh
cursing the grey
for ruining
that potential
by lunchtime
windscreens glisten with
newly welcomed sunlight
reflected blindingly
from droplets that linger
despite the fresh warmth
carried in the convective air
it no longer appears
to be "coat weather"
though the ground
is still puddled
to squelch or
splash underfoot
perhaps i could venture
outside after all
with a motivation
fuelled by this
latest change
but for all the blue
stretching the sky
there is still that
darkened mass of cloud
hanging heavy in the distance
unable to tell if it has
been weathered already
or is another downpour
yet to come
Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
Bells ringing and jingling
Not knowing what it's bringing
Slowly descending into insanity
Stop this sound, stop the inhumanity
Ears bleeding
Keep pleading
Don't let the bells be misleading
The sound is exceeding
On your knees crying
You'd rather be dying
The sound of pain
Driving you insane
It shall remain
Implanted in your brain
~25/3/21
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
I thought about speaking to the reader.
To the person skimming titles
that might suit their current feelings.
Maybe it's heartbreak, which I say
maybe it's time for a heart - break.
If you ever said you didn't want to do something,
I want to be the person asking you WHY.
Why, do you not want to do it?
Why why why, what else do you have to do?
I don't mean to pressure you into a forced response.
I'm not an abusive parent or spouse, (where talking it out means, verbally beating you into submission).
I only ask why, because I want you to know.
That every action is a decision.
A choice made by you.
I made the choice to
share ****** poetry,
and you made the choice to read it.
If we're both willing
to spend our time
on things like these,
then maybe
we should change
what we choose to do.
Do what is right.
Be passionate,
don't let titles lead you,
and **** heartbreaks.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
I lose count
The quantity of times
Occasions lied to
Or as proof forgotten
Can't right now
One go to favorite
Busy, busy, busy, you are
Why use "will" when
Tomorrow is here,
Passes again and again
Perhaps "maybe"
A tad less dishonest
"No" "not" even "ever"
If together are no question
Truthful, borderline respectful
And we both know
What is not done, not said
Leaves closure open
To discussion.
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Sick and tired of religion,
fake comfort,
conscious attrition.
Spurious "Gods", martyrs, prophets,
and their false eternal promise.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
This is where my body lies
Unknown in the dirt
You might as well know
I never went to a funeral
But mine
This is where my body lies
And it lied in life too
April 2016
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
If this world is just a blunder
If one day
We'll all be escorted away
Sometimes I hope
That's there's somewhere better
We will all stay
Till the world's been cleansed with soap
Sometimes I desire
For this world to die.
So that we can rebuild
Without all the smoke and fire
It's not just the people
But the buildings they make
That break our beautiful world down
Until it's all fake.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Your words,
oh your sweet and wonderful words
your beautiful and perfect words
Your terrible, horrible, misleading words.
Your words
that convinced me
that you care
that you understand
that you maybe even love me.
I was too naive before,
to see the truth.
Your truth
is full of lies
and deceit.
And how terrible
it was for me.
Believing in you
and your misleading words.
If only I had seen through them
before I had fallen so deep
to believe
your blatantly cruel and misleading words.
Maybe then
I could have stopped
the pain and suffering I felt
when you finally walked away
leaving your misleading words
to haunt me.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
She sits in a
Room by herself.
Her dad's at a bar, cheating
While mom is getting high.
After dinner
She hears them
Fighting again.
She covers her ears
Hoping it ends soon.
She hears him slap her.
She hears mom's whimpers.
Footsteps are storming
Up, up the stairs,
Getting closer.
They stop.
They have gone to bed angry.
A nice man picks her up
From school the next day.
He gives her sweets,
A warm blanket, and
Even a coloring book.
He takes her to a
Strange building.
He sweeps her off her feet,
And strolls into the building.
As it turns out,
He was a policeman,
Her parents were arrested.
Her dad looks at her
His eyes glassy.
Goodbye, they say.
She never saw them again.
She loves her new home
Where she is loved
And never forgotten.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 11:24 PM UTC
I think
The definition of being
"Emotionally Unstable"
Is dropping a pencil on the floor
And wanting to cry
Not
Because of the pencil falling
But the irony
Of how you are able to pick up an inanimate object
But unable
To pick up yourself
It is
Reading a book
And
Looking at the words
Yet
Not truly seeing them
Rereading the first page
100 times
Hoping to find the meaning
That your life
Seems to have lost
It is
Dropping things for no reason
Because you're too numb
To feel your own fingers
But feel too much
To let go
And forgive yourself
It is
Worshipping the hands of the clock
Like a savior
As if every passing minute will bring you to a better future
Not realizing
that every passing minute
Is a vice
That never seems to loosen its hold
On your consciousness
It is
Writing poetry
In hopes
That one day
You will better understand yourself
Through words on a page
Than through your own mind
Hoping
That you will no longer be a subconscious stranger
Occupying your own thoughts
And misleading
The girl you wish to be.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
You gave us angels and demons
And no lessons on fighting evil
Except for us to pray
The demons away
And put angels please
On our Christmas trees.
You designed specious poetry
And insisted it was truth.
You corrupted our youth
With jealousy and hate
By teaching us natural
Was simply not natural.
You dressed in golden cloth
And in disgusting holy sloth,
You designed palaces
And bejeweled chalices
As you grew roley-poley
Then declared yourself holy.
You set up rules of sanctity
That you, in your insanity
Could never live up to
Not even come close to,
Because your image was not
Like the rules we have got.
A confidence game by scamsters
Who only want to be masters
Of a race of the gullible
And socially malleable.
Your morals are a mystery
Since the beginning of history.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:38 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
Deception mistaken for protection.
Oh so naive.
Unwittingly taking fiction as gospel, wholeheartedly, they believe.
The art of lying, simply unable to conceive.
In these formative years, all the elders did was sugarcoat.
Upon uncovering the truth.
They realize all that they've been fed is poison, slowly, it has been secreted.
Down their throat.
Cruelly cheated.
The innocence of youth.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
Three decades back,
A communist,
As a fad atheist,
To my chagrin
You taught us
"God doesn't exist!"
To my surprise
After mass
I saw you yesterday
Kneeling down
Hands upward
Wholeheartedly when
You Pray.
Out of His mercy
And benevolence
No doubt
God will forgive you
At once,
For what matters
Is your repentance.
But I can't help to ask
What will be the fate of
Of those credulous children
At their formative years
You sent off the track
Without a mental map
To return back?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Like vanilla spice
And as sweet as chocolate
Her lips were nice
But the rest was poison
She'll be plotting your demise
As you're hypnotized
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
**Felt the pretense behind closed eyes,
composed vibrations of rhetoric
freelancing in executing ignis fatuus
drank the kool-aid of your own grandeur
a punch drunk conviction's onus
in false pretenses of a mislead head trip
a study in contradiction's convulsions
simmered of half past lucid judgement,
junctures of reality submersed
in cloudy formations
impervious to reasoning**
...a saga written upon piqued skies of indifference
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Red...
There's so much red.
Swirling around my toes,
Running through my fingers,
Staining my hands,
Dripping down my face.
Dying my hair red turns my shower into a ****** scene.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC