#misuse
An auspicious occasion,
It becomes a suspicious one.
You want to obliterate it off your memory,
But end up trying to illiterate it instead.
A pinnacle of politeness,
Becomes a pineapple instead.
Malapropism is such a nice phenomenon!
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
his teeth were rotted out
but he left no time
for regret
for there is no regress
from the state he finds himself in
how it had come to this
boy, he didn't know
fervent drug use
frequenting their misuse
forget it
for tomorrow, is another day for worry
humbled by his lack of knowledge
beset, on knowing's acquisition
further than the last day
faster too
father lost himself to his ambition
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 3:40 PM UTC
i want power i
want all power and i will
misuse it greatly
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC
How fair was it to blue the steel
clarity could have won.
if not for Celsius's involvement?
Fahrenheit would brighten her blade, yet subtle the temper of rash and shade.
A time of second guessing to absolve the fatal ring, I time the wager to the crashing of stones assembled once again to hold
your hammer.
Their unnatural order,
yet cannot reclaim the zeal.
We talk and whisper in sorrow and/or regret, the passing of beauty astonished, fallen,
before the plummet of regret.
The absence of the leap
Repeats whn I fall asleep.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
it's wood cut and clawed
markings of years of
misuse
built to be sturdy and strong
it's legs stir and shake
with every new addition
books
bags
even bodies
til one day
snap
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
A priceless piece of art in her precious gallery.
Punctured with a nail, she hangs for all to see.
Her creator, unknown.
A man masked in grey-
Took his artwork by the hand,
And traded her for pay.
Time spent perfecting; now long gone.
The Act or Art itself had gone all wrong.
The linework snakes through unknown feelings.
Canvas skin, your paint is peeling.
And here you sit, sealing
Your patches with rancid untruths.
These abused blue hues
He uses so aloof.
As your are hanging, with no tongue left for maiming,
He finds a new soul he believes needs framing.
You and she shall be the same-
Abuse and misuse are
Engrained in the brains
Of the women he has tried to tame…
But he is no artist.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
Pretty pink princess with wetness
Dripping down her thigh.
Puddle humpin’ *****
Pumps the water
While she cries.
Take it down the throat and hope
He doesn’t make you ride.
You’re haunted-
But memories taunted.
Hope the feelings subside.
And hope you don’t choke
Playing ********* with a hard rock.
Stop, you slithering snake.
I provoke the stalking of the body,
The watching of the skin.
Pretty pink princess
Soaking in the sin.
Satin curtain, forced open.
Moisture beaded on the fabric.
Crushed velvet on your tongue-
Here is where he wreaks his havoc.
A blank canvas for him to abuse
With bruises of all different colors.
Of course I let him have it.
He got into my mind.
Used his knowledge that I was the
Only princess of this kind.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
Used to the abuse
Of this kind.
He makes me whine-
Designed to cling to his knee.
Can’t you see?
Peel these soaking ******* off of me
And make me need more than one round.
Throw me to the ground,
And I bow with a thank you
Leaving my forever ***** mouth.
I enjoy my endeavors down south.
Cherry juice dripping down my legs.
I hang my head.
I bled.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
Another hit
Chasing that high
When does it become too much
In the case of some
Not until
They
Are
Six
Feet
Under
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
When you say you love me what do you mean?
Because the things you do to me seem to keep hurting me constantly.
When you say you love me what do you mean?
Does that mean for you to keep lying to me how can you say you love me when you keep doing the same things and nothing seems to change.
When you say you love me what do you mean?
When I find stuff under your car seat lets me know you're still messing around on me.
When you say you love me what do you mean?
Should I be blind and not see what kind of love you have for me?
But I can't be blind and I can see what kind of love you have for me, the kind of love that's going to keep hurting me the kind of love that's Unfaithful and untrue so how can you say you love me when none of it was true...
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
To light the fuse
Is to amuse your delight
In the fight for abuse
But you use what is not right
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:15 AM UTC
You, yew and ewe.
New, knew and gnu.
Two, too and to.
Do, dew and doo.
Your, you’re, ewer and yore.
Sower, sewer and even sore.
Pin, pen
Win, wen.
Tin, ten.
Bin, been.
For, four, and fore.
Poor, pour and pore.
Bear, bare and bayer.
There, their and they’re.
Sure, sewer, shore and shower.
Censor, censure, sensor, censer.
Din, den.
Kin, ken.
Win, wen.
Yin, yen.
Shoulda, coulda and woulda,
Wanna, hafta and hadda.
Pitchers painted of pitchers
Ree-lutters instead of realtors.
Pertecting you with protection.
Prescribing you a perscription.
A different kind of differnse,
For instance, gimme a frinstance.
Pin, pen
Win, wen.
Tin, ten.
Bin, been.
Din, den.
Kin, ken.
Win, wen.
Yin, yen.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Just a little knowledge can be a very dangerous thing
and if it is misused can, in fact, one’s downfall bring.
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Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
She knows they'll buy the facade
The farce, her little play
She knows that she's convincing
A liar made of mistrust and heartbreak
She knows that no one cares
They say they do but laugh instead
Some have come close before
And foolishly she let them in
Her pandoras box she let them view
And loses herself as they misuse it
Yet all is not bleak
All is not lost
Some whom she let view her box
Have never misused it once.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
let's cut the ********
i only want you for your body
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
We are the broken generation today, maybe just one happy day, no misery to surround us, hope the only thing around us, no need for medication that never helped, no hourly cost for how much we spoke, no hatred on people who can’t be the same, different faces, different names, races and pain, innocent eyes in the beginning lost on different streets, no matter how far apart we are we still are so close, all went through pain better version, or worse, it was still felt, experiences that tore our soul’s apart, emptiness, life of a loved one lost or just trying to save our own, the cancer, the abuse, the drugs, the misuse of the things that are supposed to save us, are the very things destroy us, day by day, night by night, if we fought together, everything would be alright, acceptance is the way, no more lives lost to the suicidal thoughts, tendencies forgot
angels no longer lost.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Silence surrounds The sun still shines
but loneliness cannot exist on this perfect day
Not in a place except, too often,
where time never quits. no children play.
It's unfortunate The empty park
that bit by decaying bit beyond these walls
our generations keep cries in memory
losing grip. of laughs and falls.
It's a terrifying thought that But wait,
when asked "what time is it?" does hope approach at dawn?
it'll seem foreign and insane He pauses to finish a text..
to glance at my wrist. And then he is gone.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Too much power
Bestowed on the unworthy
Left power powerless
Going berserk within
And causing havoc outside
Ridiculing the essence of power
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC