#misunderstand - Hello Poetry

you laughed at my anger I took it as a sign a sign you didn't care didn't understand me but I was the one who didn't understand I was the one who took your laughter as disrespect it was just you trying trying to calm down my flames you were only trying to fix me fix what's going to happen next change it so it doesn't get bad you were the one understanding me I just took it as as... as something I can't explain but you can clearly explain it break it down and explain it to me that's what I admire but I also misunderstand you so much I don't deserve you I really don't...

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Sep 18, 2024

Sep 18, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC

maria-22

Misunderstood

you laughed at my anger I took it as a sign a sign you didn't care didn't understand me but I was the one who didn't understand I was the one who took your laughter as disrespect it was just you trying trying to calm down my flames you were only trying to fix me fix what's going to happen next change it so it doesn't get bad you were the one understanding me I just took it as as... as something I can't explain but you can clearly explain it break it down and explain it to me that's what I admire but I also misunderstand you so much I don't deserve you I really don't...

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“I don’t think I can take it anymore”, she cried. “Where would you take it anyway, if you still could”, I asked “What do you mean…I don’t get it?”she said “Never mind”, I replied “You cant take anything anywhere if at first you didn’t get it”.

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Jun 30, 2024

Jun 30, 2024 at 12:30 AM UTC

MyDearPoet

There’s still more room

“I don’t think I can take it anymore”, she cried. “Where would you take it anyway, if you still could”, I asked “What do you mean…I don’t get it?”she said “Never mind”, I replied “You cant take anything anywhere if at first you didn’t get it”.

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I didnt understand Didnt know I was broken Because Ive never known What it means to be whole

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Apr 8, 2021

Apr 8, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC

Light_VS_Dark

Never Known

I didnt understand Didnt know I was broken Because Ive never known What it means to be whole

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Ring my bells, When the cells Of the heavenly abode Dispels the ode Of the dark. I remain embedded In this tarnished red, As I tear down the grey walls And paint it a violet haul. Like this mind that's hidden, For thy made it forbidden, For this aura bewilders you, And you cowardly view The new as a symbol Of destruction of all.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC

mystique_elixir

Ode to now

Ring my bells, When the cells Of the heavenly abode Dispels the ode Of the dark. I remain embedded In this tarnished red, As I tear down the grey walls And paint it a violet haul. Like this mind that's hidden, For thy made it forbidden, For this aura bewilders you, And you cowardly view The new as a symbol Of destruction of all.

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Those who fear being misunderstood should not get into the business of creation. Nor should they who only want to be good. Absolute truth is a piece of fiction. What you create no longer belongs to you – always subject to interpretation. It is cathartic to create something new even if it does not serve the purpose you originally set out to do. If misunderstanding makes you nervous, remember, being understood can be worse.

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC

ms_reluctance

Tricky Business

Those who fear being misunderstood should not get into the business of creation. Nor should they who only want to be good. Absolute truth is a piece of fiction. What you create no longer belongs to you – always subject to interpretation. It is cathartic to create something new even if it does not serve the purpose you originally set out to do. If misunderstanding makes you nervous, remember, being understood can be worse.

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In a fragment of a lifetime history Counted are the precise point in time Where the past reflects the future, becoming our present This includes the reasons why we parted ways; It was an accordance to a heated moment one night ago Of our dreadful argument and misunderstanding Even the days that came, was still a raging storm; It was travail, painful, a difficult experience Even the weeping of my eyes can not cease the brokenheart bleed; Until everything became still, silent like strangers meeting for the first time And we know both this is our unexpected ending of our history.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC

RagingEclipse

Unfixable Misunderstanding

In a fragment of a lifetime history Counted are the precise point in time Where the past reflects the future, becoming our present This includes the reasons why we parted ways; It was an accordance to a heated moment one night ago Of our dreadful argument and misunderstanding Even the days that came, was still a raging storm; It was travail, painful, a difficult experience Even the weeping of my eyes can not cease the brokenheart bleed; Until everything became still, silent like strangers meeting for the first time And we know both this is our unexpected ending of our history.

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maybe i am here. would you see me? the door is open-- you can walk on out. see all the teenagers jigging about. i don't think it's your scene over here with me. maybe i am there. could you hear me? the capitals are low-- turning sentences inside out. see all the thoughts hanging around. the vision is blurred over here with me. maybe i am no longer. could you sense me? don't misunderstand-- that's not what this poem is about. see my blank stare midnight all around. the time is all gone over here with me.

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC

sushii

what is missing?

maybe i am here. would you see me? the door is open-- you can walk on out. see all the teenagers jigging about. i don't think it's your scene over here with me. maybe i am there. could you hear me? the capitals are low-- turning sentences inside out. see all the thoughts hanging around. the vision is blurred over here with me. maybe i am no longer. could you sense me? don't misunderstand-- that's not what this poem is about. see my blank stare midnight all around. the time is all gone over here with me.

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'Put my ice cream in the oven.' 'Apply some lipstick.' 'Stop winning and criticising.' 'I understand everything just fine thank you.' But she laughs at her own jokes, she misunderstands mostly, she is loved by me.

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC

nja

In her voice

'Put my ice cream in the oven.' 'Apply some lipstick.' 'Stop winning and criticising.' 'I understand everything just fine thank you.' But she laughs at her own jokes, she misunderstands mostly, she is loved by me.

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How odd when she cries Her face doesn't move Tears spilt from her eyes They are the only proof Of her feelings inside How does she sooth The sadness she hides That distort her truth How much has she cried That she's no longer in tune With her emotions, pushed aside She had given up to pursue When she's dying inside There is no grimace to prove On her face, in her eyes Her smile holds no truth

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Nov 23, 2018

Nov 23, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC

celestinus_eclipse

Miss Perception

How odd when she cries Her face doesn't move Tears spilt from her eyes They are the only proof Of her feelings inside How does she sooth The sadness she hides That distort her truth How much has she cried That she's no longer in tune With her emotions, pushed aside She had given up to pursue When she's dying inside There is no grimace to prove On her face, in her eyes Her smile holds no truth

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people bore me loneliness bores me people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored

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Mar 21, 2017

Mar 21, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC

chloe-chapman

The Loneliness Connundrum

people bore me loneliness bores me people drain me loneliness drains me people tire me loneliness tires me people misunderstand me loneliness means I misunderstand myself people ignore me loneliness is the epitome of being ignored

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I can't sleep Because the voice in my head keeps waking me up. I can't think Because memories play far too loudly. I can't talk Because people judge too quickly. I can't cry Because I have no strength left. All that's left to do is to be silent; Let people misunderstand you Let them think you are who they want you to be Not who you really are.

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC

timothyt

2:59am

I can't sleep Because the voice in my head keeps waking me up. I can't think Because memories play far too loudly. I can't talk Because people judge too quickly. I can't cry Because I have no strength left. All that's left to do is to be silent; Let people misunderstand you Let them think you are who they want you to be Not who you really are.

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**I swore it to myself in a black room Couldn't follow your lips, they could have led me astray Inside a darker room I found solace in repeating the same word Repeating it ad nauseam "Never" I saw myself high So high I could never sink to you But you came to me, mirror that you are And told me I was upside down**

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May 4, 2016

May 4, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC

Andje

Heartbeat

**I swore it to myself in a black room Couldn't follow your lips, they could have led me astray Inside a darker room I found solace in repeating the same word Repeating it ad nauseam "Never" I saw myself high So high I could never sink to you But you came to me, mirror that you are And told me I was upside down**

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He said he liked her hair long. She just had a pixie cut. So, she put down the kitchen scissors. Letting spring and summer warm her bones. And then he dared to say "I miss your high cheekbones and the nape of your neck."

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC

amanda-27

Half-way

He said he liked her hair long. She just had a pixie cut. So, she put down the kitchen scissors. Letting spring and summer warm her bones. And then he dared to say "I miss your high cheekbones and the nape of your neck."

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