#misplaced
Be careful where you place your faith
it may turn around and slap your face.
Nothing's worse than loosing a fixed race
or running out of rhyme & reason, time & space.
So keep up the pace of your faith and don't lose your place in the race.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
How lucky am I
That my skies explode with pride
Hiding genocide
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
We are people.
Not machines.
We are meant to be appreciated-
and not as merely
property.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
I am not the black sheep, so why don’t I belong?
My wool stands out amongst the heard, a speck of dirt on a
pristine
marble
dress.
I am not flicked away, but forced into another’s coat
To match the sea of white.
I am a stranger in my own body,
A mess of shredded wool and yearning
Yearning for my home
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 9:05 PM UTC
Tulips
Common, trusted, beloved.
Planted in gardens, gifted in joy,
Welcomed without a second thought.
And then—me.
Fragile, fleeting, misplaced.
Sought only in sorrow, left to wither,
A beauty seen too late,
A name too easily forgotten.
Lycoris Radiata.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
They "lost" you didn't they?
Misplaced you fairly far away I'm sure,
How it's always it's an accident or a situation blur,
When they cast you off in the fray.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
I sit in the crowded lecture hall,
Surrounded by faces, not talking at all.
I try to blend in, to fit the mold,
But inside, I feel so withold.
I came here to learn and grow,
To find my place, to let my soul flow.
But as I listen to the professor speak,
I feel so lost, so weak.
I crave a place where I belong,
Where I can be myself, and sing my own song.
But until then, I'll keep on trying,
Hoping one day, I'll stop denying.
For though I may feel misplaced,
I know I am loved and embraced,
By those who care, and by the stars above,
Guiding me with endless love.
Dec 20, 2022
Dec 20, 2022 at 5:50 PM UTC
So many “road stories”
from the Odyssey, and Kerouac, to Augustine.
Each rich in emotion and spirit
most of the stories
have the hero hitched to a fellow traveler
to bathe the soul in word and mood
to throb with the music.
I have recurring dreams.
I’m in a hotel looking for an elevator
can’t find my floor or room
or can’t find my car downtown.
I wander streets, and lots.
Are there road stories hidden in these dreams?
Why do I trip, fall
stay misplaced and lost
find only
transitory
destinations?
May 9, 2022
May 9, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
I must exist in,
A more substantial way than,
This macabre hell.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Where are you hiding
I’ve searched high and low
In the mirror
And in my soul
To no avail
I somehow managed
To misplace myself
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC
i have left pieces of me to people i've loved,
i called it art; some remains close to me like home,
some are kept and never retrieved, relentlessly wandering ;
round and round in a museum filled of memories & history.
IA ☕
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
Misplaced deliberations,
oh where did I leave you?
Like mislaid socks,
I wear
mismatched thoughts
nicely fitting but not right.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:04 PM UTC
You found peace among the storm
I sought blindly in the distance
Once, our eyes met; no more
Forlorn, begotten, but misplaced
Regret is my eternal lover
We will never be that sultry fate
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Burning at my mind
driven to frenzied action
by the need to find.
Harrowing the ground
exhausting every option
until it is found.
Healing an old wound
soaring heights of elation
finally unbound.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Told me to close my eyes and count to ten,
I counted down to one and then back up again.
It almost feels like it’s a crime
how blatantly I waste my time,
what does it matter? If it would shatter, it would still be mine.
Nightly I brush my hands against the dark sky,
I know it’s painted with splotched stars but not seen by the eye.
It’s creating ice cold fingers,
and a chill that lingers,
though bold, I was never a fan of cold.
It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
my time and reality are lacking trace,
I’m right that I’m in the wrong place.
Or maybe we’ve just all been dead for years,
no one wants to add to their fears,
but the thought is turning gears.
It’s plausible, not impossible.
Told me to close my eyes and spin around,
counter and clockwise I whirled until I was on the ground.
I feel too old to play hide and seek,
strong night vision but perception’s weak,
I’m lacking balance, it’s never been in my talents, it’s looking bleak.
It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
unable to alter my choices in this case,
the isolation and void I just can’t face.
Or maybe I’m just separated from the galaxy,
outcasted from the place I’m meant to be,
stuck in the shoes of an alternate reality Emily.
Growing more deranged, some things don’t change.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
two concepts
dance around
in my mind
from time to time
the first one is
secure
small towns and
familiar faces
streets with grass
growing in the cracks
and parking lots with
the footprint of my
disintegrating shoe
pressed into fresh asphalt
streetlights that
come on to let
me know it’s time
to go home
a soft place
to call my own
the second one is
romantic
intriguing and scary
traffic and lights
and people and buildings
that fight to reach
into the clouds
an unfamiliar city
with corners and caveats
to explore for the first time
lights that never
burn out
restless crowds
to fade into
as soon as someone
learns your name
two very different thoughts
both equally
concerning in
two very different ways
complacency or
out of place?
i refuse to give
myself an answer
or maybe i’m afraid
to let myself wander
but a third question
knocks on my
skull and
lets itself in
and i can’t help
but wonder
what does
five in the morning
feel like when you
can’t see the sunrise
casting shadows
on empty fields?
does the world still
find a moment to
release its breath
before the day begins
when the city didn’t
even sleep the night before?
what if i don’t
belong here?
which outcome would
leave me least misplaced?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:39 PM UTC
like a tumble ****
rolling down a city street—
i dont belong here
and i know it.
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:22 AM UTC
it feels like i am dreaming
even in waking life—
to long for feelings I’ve never felt
to miss a presence I’ve never met
to relive a memory I’ve never had
it feels strange to miss things
that have never happened
to wish to come back to a time
that has never occurred
to once again be the person
I never was
to revisit a place
I’ve never been
Indeed, it feels strange
to want all that
I’ve had only in my dreams.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
#**I dislike the comma
Whips words while walking
Placed between two words
Whips the former and warns latter to behave and keep space
The comma is a pain
I love it
When words walk without whips
And breathe Free**#
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Never lost, just misplaced
Our fingers remain interlaced
Like the bitter aftertaste
You will never be replaced
Never lost, just misplaced
What a disgrace, this human race
So many lives just go to waste
And the past can never be erased
Never lost, just misplaced
Sometimes lost within the haste
I’ll never forget the look on your face
I love you mom, despite my hate
/mb
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
serendipity
i've dipped in and out
the mountains i thought i moved took back their strength
and in the taking,
cracked open the ground
leaving me off-balance than before
yes, i should've fought back but
serendipity
i stay dipping in and out
there's no such thing as control
no such thing as handled
a loose grip
had me falling through the cracks
and as i fell onto hard times
the darkness welcomed me
so i stayed
. . .
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
the bits of apple
between my crooked bottom teeth
remind me of all the homes i’ve lived in
or almost lived in
that have left a sweet but spoiled taste in my mouth
as they rot just under my nose
i have yet to find a place to rest my head
not a clean pillow or warm chest would welcome my cheek
but i have looked and obsessed and tried
i have tried
my fingers ache from all the golden knobs i’ve reached out to
just to have them slammed in the door
again and again and again and againandagainandagain
the wide and narrow roads are lined with
quaint front porches and crooked mailboxes
they are bursting with life
sad ones and dramatic ones and unremarkable ones
gasping and pulsing and humming
but there is nothing suited for me
all the welcome mats have been flipped over
before i clear the front step
so i keep running my tongue over the bite of longing
in places i rather not be
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Reliving and Preliving
may all my signals ghost to sway
Just falter information
i shall be spirited and a weather
A clamour among all my houses
an assault laid upon my understanding
Tired
in knots
combing out the fantastic
a floss upon a sea
and not a wound
; Misplaced I shall better be.
and then I breathe
this is no longer to be
I am in practice
; unfooled to better be
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
She wants to feel important
She wants someone to see her talents
And smile and laugh
To share a common bond
A similar interest
Cause right now
She mostly feels alone
And the silence
Doesn't fill her
Her soul rots away
If she can't get away
From her inner demons
She fears she'll soon fade
Her inner child wants
to feel joy again
To sparkle and such
To light up her eyes
Is all she'll ever want
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC