"misbehaved" poems
She’s so cute I wanna eat her face,
like I’m high on bath salts,
she’s vegan,
but takes my tongue like a cannibal,
eat your hearts out Haters,
cut my ear off and send it to her like Van Gogh,
ear off a part of the big picture,
or rather painting we’re painting she gets the first stroke,
we’re wild like animals untamable all in all the time,
into the deep end head first Geronimo cannonball,
Black Swan dive she’s gone alive,
the Pied Piper the Eyed Viper the venom & the antidote,
and I quote a quote I wrote myself,
“She’s the answer to my prayers”, the reason and the hope,
she’s the answer to my prayers,
and I don’t even pray,
okay actually on the low I do pray,
and I’ve seen a lot of amazing things but I’m still amazed,
I’m amazed,
and tomorrow isn’t promised today,
and tomorrow never comes,
but she comes and when she does she comes in waves,
I’m in a daze,
honey glazed and lovely crazed,
my bed’s a mess haven’t made it in days,
bed’s a mess but when we’re together we’ve got it made,
so perfectly misbehaved it’s insane,
lost myself then found my self all up in her maze,
and usually I’m not religious,
but she’s so delicious I must say,
thank you Lord or God Amen to her I give all thanks & praise,
and she’s so cute I wanna eat her face,
like I’m high on bath salts,
she’s vegan,
but takes my tongue like a cannibal…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Venice, California; 2018
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
Surprise surprise
Daddy didn’t show
Daddy doesn’t care
Daddy doesn’t know
Daddy does care
Daddy knows best
Then why does daddy make empty promises?
Daddy says this
Daddy says that
Daddy buys us gifts
To make up for what he missed
Daddy met a girl
She was daddies world
Next thing you know she replaces daddies little girl
What used to be daddies girl grew up in an empty world
No longer daddies only girl
Daddy left her all alone
No daddy to buy us gifts
No daddy to see his kids
Momma took the blame when daddies girl misbehaved
Daddy had no part in his little girls birthdays
What once was daddies girl
Became a lonely world just a reminder of what used to be daddies girl
Surprise surprise
Daddy isn’t here
Let it be up to daddies to up and disappear
Daddy says funny things
Funny things about wedding rings
Daddy has a lot of flings whatever that means
Momma and daddy don’t get along
Daddy’s mean to momma when momma does something wrong
Mommas mean to daddy when bills aren’t met
Daddy buys gifts for other girls that’s why we’re in debt
Daddy’s mean to momma
Daddy makes momma cry
Daddy’s mean to momma until sunrise
Daddy slams the door
What was that for?
Daddy went to the store
Why is momma torn?
Momma says daddy has another little girl one to buy toys for one with daddy’s curls
What was wrong with this daddies girl?
Why did daddy decide to give up his whole world
Momma said things will get better
But this little girl turned sour and bitter
Surprise surprise
Daddy didn’t show
Daddy said he’ll be watching from the front row
Daddy’s little girl practiced every day till dawn
Just so she could show daddy her moves were spot on
The curtains about to rise
I don’t see daddy what a surprise
The shows about to start
Daddy’s gonna miss my part
Daddy said he’ll be there
Daddy doesn’t lie
Daddy will be here in no time
About to go on stage now
There she goes with her little crown
“Why is that pretty girl wearing a frown?”
Daddies a no show
So this little girl turned stone cold
There’s momma in her pretty gown
Too bad daddy isn’t here to see
How pretty mommy can be
What can you do
Daddy doesn’t stay true
Surprise surprise
Daddy isn’t home
Mommas sitting here waiting by the phone
I’m getting sleepy
But mommas still sitting here weeping
Uh oh what to do
Daddy came home with the reak of *****
What can you do
What did I do wrong? There’s no telling
Daddy won’t stop yelling
Daddy’s getting meaner
Where’s mommy when I need her
Daddy won’t get off of me
Daddy, why are you on top of me?
Surprise surprise
Daddies little prize
Grew up in a web of lies
Poor daddies girl in a lonely world
No daddy to love
No daddy to hug
Just a mean daddy
Who takes off her p.a.n.tees
Surprise surprise
This daddy is no daddy of mine
Let this be true
That all daddies can fool you
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
There are always tells with an abuse survivor.
My friend had a dog once that she adopted from a rescue shelter.
We do not know the home she came from before,
all we know is that she hates being left alone in a room with men,
she whimpers at loud noises, and sudden movements send her into hiding,
even now.
The first time you labelled yourself as an abuse survivor,
You felt like a sham.
There was no tell for you,
It'd never been hell for you to relate all the terrible things that boy had done,
You forgave him.
You preached your sins like a success story,
as if you mother had raised you with the right combination of strength and self-understanding to be immune to the world's poison,
you were sugar and spice and everything nice with just enough chemical X
to make girls wanna be like you.
The second time you called yourself abuse survivor,
you realized just how unbroken you were.
You smiled and laughed and loved without hesitation. Broken glasses don't send you into a pit of despair, you don't flinch when you hear his name.
You don't even miss him.
So who do you think you are?
You, the one who started the fights,
you were the one who left him.
And everyone knows abusers don't have hearts to break.
The boy doesn't smile anymore.
So you stopped calling yourself survivor.
Corrected others as they told the stories of grander,
demanded everyone admit the demonic part you had to play,
you monster, you beast, you manipulative liar.
You are no survivor.
A twisted sister with no bruises or scars, who stopped saying no and pushed back doesn't sound like a sob story to me,
a strong enough spine to walk no matter how long it took doesn't sound like recovery to me,
a girl looking for an audience's attention doesn't sound like a grown woman to me.
You are nothing but a misbehaved dog, so let them call you *****
Roll over and beg for the forgiveness you do not deserve.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
The first time the new one called you survivor,
You were lying on the bathroom floor shouting apologies from beneath a veil of hair.
He picked you up and wiped the tears from you eyes.
Told you, it’s okay.
It wasn't.
But it will be.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Love makes us selfish
Love makes us brave
Love makes us reckless
Wild and misbehaved
Love makes us kind
Love makes us good
Love makes us see
The world as it should
Love makes us thoughtless
Love makes us blind
To anything else
But the one on our minds
Love makes us careful
Love makes us scared
About things which we wouldn't
Have previously cared
Love makes us malleable
Love makes us weak
Love makes us sacrifice
Whatever it seeks
Love makes us dangerous
Love makes us strong
Love makes us realize
What is right and wrong
Love makes us answer
The knock on the door
Love makes our lives
Worth living for
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
Two poems got away last night when I was dozing
bolted out the door
before I knew it
laughing like fools
Stole my last two beers
and they were gone
“Ya see, officer,
They didn't have their names yet
so they don't know themselves at all
or to answer if I call
They misbehaved and
Never learned there's rules out there
I'm a lousy poet parent, yeah,
I know
I shoulda been tougher on 'em
Half their words 'er scattered
twisted, misspelled, unreadable, inept
with rhythms all askew 'n weighted wrong
They will surely fall over their own lines
and into big shit-trouble
***** little scribbles!
sorta clumsy like their mother"
Meanwhile, the grammar cop is thinking,
“They do not pay me enough for this!
I'm looking for children of the village idiot and a *****
"...Across the yard and down the alley
They must've run
Hopin' they didn't figure out the stick
on the Toyota
I'll never see 'em again
Pretty sure they got my keys"
The cop is nodding, bored, polite
but I notice
He's written all this down
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
mark of cain in my hemoglobin, i'm more open to repast on brains.
to dine on flesh enmeshed in baseball parks and homes restrained
by greed of the same. and the cry of the people takes great pains
to refine the message of a blank stare. a blemish, stark with catacombs
disarranged in harm honey. the ogre of pine. the amber pane
where we bleed. we name nameless, by the by,
to the finish.
but not
alone.
up your petticoat with my blind cleaver. my Occam razor to your stain.
a fine mess express in hateful art and boneless jade
we feed on the frame of our reference. skylarking harmonious curves dismayed
by their own mind. they confess it. at the statefair. replenished, they knish in falderal
disengaged from honesty. the poker blind. where the eye staid.
where we need. we need most ... tell ya why.....
to diminish
but not
atone.
and so it goes. i erode the continent. sneaky pete in the crease of all strange.
itchy feet. maimed in false lies of the ripple. made fake
to real love. unclaimed. a gangly part of broken promises made
we retreat at last. with our last mimes. we undress. with savoir faire. distinguished in our dashery
ill fated. calamity's bark. hard to define. where the mind misbehaved.
we're complete most where the hole resides...
to imprison
but not
hold.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
In the dining room, on the wall
were pictures of times past-
Of aunts and uncles, and some curios-
memories, that will, forever last-
One item hung in silence-
a product of those olden days-
Called into service-
when respect for others-often went astray
I remember what my father said
when I asked what 'that' was for-
and a slight grin crossed his face-
"Ahh, yes, I recall it, that's for sure!"
"That's a leather strop", he said -
"to hone a razor, when we shaved-
It was also a "learning tool"-
when we, as kids, misbehaved."
My dad was from the "old school"
when "respect" was being taught
Not by others, but by our parents
else our purpose..........
"Went for naught!"
richard riddle: 11.10.2015
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
I want to wait, come and join me here until it becomes so
LATE
like a last moon of light in cloudy weather never burning bright
and disappears: never comes to its premier shield.
Don’t be wandering
Wondering
Or in
Misbehaved shape. I want to be
LATE
till ...an event... destroys all fences
play the role of barriers between us.
Then
love bursts in spring reaction of a sudden blossom
and tears, non-stop
flowing on the land of juvenile since it is
LATE.
we dance
On the spring rush of glancing love,
Gazing permanently
under the shadow of your silvery eyes,
where
No one has remained except you and us!
.
.
To be a last singer, to be a last dancer…
in the scene of eternal love
wait...wait... to be
LATE!
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
1.
There once was a couple of cats
Who engaged in continuous spats.
The result was a tie
When each scratched out an eye –
An old-Biblical *** for a tat!
The cats awoke bleeding and weak
And half-seeing the havoc they'd wreaked
They discarded their clothes,
Their backsides to expose –
A new-Biblical turning of cheek!
2.
There once was a man, oh so brave,
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, he being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
3.
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves
And not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wives, called them slaves
4.
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
5.
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
6.
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Cause his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
7.
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in –
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
8.
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He’ll **** slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.
9.
There once was a raven haired Shrink
Who had orange Juice Tequilas to drink.
Well her scarlet souled Beau
****** her tinted red Toe
And she paled when he tickled her Pink.
10.
There once was a travelling sage
Who yet lived to a very old age.
Well, becoming quite senile,
With problems (yes, ******
He packed his wee trunk in a rage.
11.
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some ****** fluid,
When along strode the Father
Who heard all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming unglu..ed.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
He called me his little good girl:
it was less of a compliment, more a command
that if I did not follow every order,
he would tell on us. I had to walk with his limp
so he would not derail my secrets, make
my boyfriend mad. It only worked because
I was acting like a bad, bad girl
with someone old enough to be my dad.
I remembered he could put a gun
down my throat if I misbehaved or wore a skirt
too long or too short, too pink or too black
or if I seemed too happy or too sad –
good girls have no emotions, just let men take
their breath away. I panted under my sheets
and I came to the thought once,
soon after, this man, he made me bleed.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
My blood boils
It runs through me
Like fire
My heart is on the highway
Driving at full speed
Driving away from the sirens
The chaos
Yet it follows me
My veins pop out
They put on a show
They dance
And throw knives at the crowd
Everything is too loud
All my life
I've felt this way
All my life i ran and hid away
I always listened to the **** you would say
Be brave
Follow the rules
Be perfect
Be quiet
I stuck to your diet
For life
Perfect little girl
In a not so perfect little world
I was modest and meek
I took every beating
Every week
I was betrayed
Mocked
Ridiculed
Violated
Abandoned
Forgotten
And disrespected
Yet i stayed
Quiet
Yet i apologized
And never
Misbehaved
Every little infraction
Noticed by you
Yet you said it was god who cared
God who has shamed me
For being different
For dying my hair
For standing up for myself
But he doesn't shame you
For being a terrible parent
Or person
Or liar
My therapist says I'm too angry
But who wouldn't be?
If you were me?
Wouldn't you want the world on fire
If you were me?
Dealing with ****
Abandonment
Everyone crawling all over you
Seeping into your bones
Doing whatever they want
While i cry alone
While i waste my life away
And sacrifice myself to
Your hypocritical throne
Will my anger ever cease?
Will i ever find peace?
Will anyone ever stop disrespecting me?
Will anyone ever show they care?
Will god ever prove he's really there?
Will my loved ones stop dying young?
Will the world stop killing with such deep evil passion?
Can i ever make up for the missed life i lost?
Will i learn to be my own boss ?
To never apologize for my existence
To feel like i belong
To know I'm not wrong
To stand up for me
To become what i want to be
To know i deserve better
To burn every violent letter
Will i ever find peace?
Ever let my blood calm?
Ever feel the truth from psalms?
Only if the words in this poem
Become
My truth
My religion
If everything I asked for
If everything i can be
Happens
Maybe
Just maybe
I won't burn you all down
Maybe
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
They gathered together that night
Around the table beneath the moonlight
Five witches of the highest order
Plotting the demise of the sisters of light
With couldrens burning and potions making
The witches cackled and screamed
For tonight they will pay
The good sisters we slay and darkness shall be queen
Bluebells bent and swayed in the
Light which they bathed
Of the good sisters of the day
Whom life meant right was right
And there was no night
Only sunshine forever they prayed
As the wind gathered it's pace
They knew the witches misbehaved
So a spell of good love
Was made in a rush to turn all the hatred away
When the two coverns did meet
Spells fell at the feet of witches and angels alike
And when the light and the dark
Clashed in a screaming of barks
The dust settled and then
It seemed neither could win
And light wouldn't sin
And darkness couldn't feel light
So they both went away
Promised to stay
At opposite ends of the day
So that's why we have day and night
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Mark of Cain in my hemoglobin, i'm more open to repast on brains.
to dine on flesh enmeshed in baseball parks and homes restrained
by greed of the same. and the cry of the people takes great pains
to refine the message of a blank stare. a blemish, stark with catacombs
disarranged in harm honey. the ogre of pine. the amber pane
where we bleed. we name nameless, by the by,
to the finish.
but not
alone.
up your petticoat with my blind cleaver. my Occam razor to your stain.
a fine mess express in hateful art and boneless jade
we feed on the frame of our reference. skylarking harmonious curves dismayed
by their own mind. they confess it. at the statefair. replenished, they knish in falderal
disengaged from honesty. the poker blind. where the eye staid.
where we need. we need most ... tell ya why.....
to diminish
but not
atone.
and so it goes. i erode the continent. sneaky pete in the crease of all strange.
itchy feet. maimed in false lies of the ripple. made fake
to real love. unclaimed. a gangly part of broken promises made
we retreat at last. with our last mimes. we undress. with savoir faire. distinguished in our dashery
ill fated. calamity's bark. hard to define. where the mind misbehaved.
we're complete most where the hole resides...
to imprison
but not
hold.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:32 PM UTC
These agitated periods of sleep-speech were mercifully brief.
And when they ended she would subside for a time, sweating and panting as if,
Into a state of dreamless exhaustion
Then abruptly she would awake
Convinced in her disoriented state,
There was an intruder in her head.
There was no intruder.
The intruder was absence
A negative space in the darkness
All was lost to her, like paradise.
Like Kashmir
In a time before memory.
Trapped in this city
She had lashed out in despair.
In such a city there can be no grey areas
Or so it seemed.
Things were what they were
And nothing else.
Unambiguous,
Lacking the subtleties of drizzle, shade, and chill.
Under the scrutiny of such a sun
There is no place she can hide.
No mysteries here, or depths;
Only surfaces and lies
Yet to learn the city was to discover illusion.
This banal clarity was nothing more then, nothing.
The city was all treachery, and deception, all the same
A quick change, quicksand metropolis.
Hiding its true nature from those staring at its name.
Pretending to be content
Guarded in secret
In spite of all its apparent nakedness and bleakness.
In such a place, even the forces of destruction no longer needed the shelter of the dark.
She burned out of the morning’s brightness, dazzling the eye and stabbed me with sharp and fatal light
Loveless, and blind
Born in the midst of the firestorm of courage.
Twisted and ruined.
The lands of possibility misbehaved.
A dishonest nursery
The blueness rich with sorrow, which filled the evening sky
That made the world look childlike and pure. Such an unnatural disguise.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
Our relationship has always been bumpy,
harboring nothing more than hatred and discontent
towards one another.
A part of me held hope that things would get better
between you and I,
between mother and son,
but
the words
you said
that day...
"That's your problem - always asking why. You need to stop asking questions all the time, and just do what your told."
In that moment
I knew
that all hope was lost,
for your son is a wonderer
and will never stop wondering.
Until you understand that,
I guess you'll always consider me a misbehaved brat.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
I remember the pain
and remember the tears
that evil man caused me
for all those years
I remember the hurt
I remember his hands
as he whispered
and I followed demands
I closed my eyes
as I fought away tears
I laid still and kept quiet
for all those years
He loves me, I know it,
this couldn't be bad
He took full advantage
of the trust I had
I kept all our secrets,
I had no choice
He'd ripped open my chest
and stolen my voice
I was reminded again
after every assault
that what happened
was conpletely my fault
I had been bad,
had misbehaved
from the wrath of my mother
I was being saved
He tried to tell me
she was evil and mean
But the real devil,
I had already seen
His lies never fooled me,
with mom I was safe
She was my only hope
and my only escape
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
***** dreams from magazines,
Filthy ***** and no other rules,
A generation who are out of luck,
But we don't care, no we don't give a ****
Concentrating on identity,
Make-up bags and vanity,
Liquor bottles on the floor,
But we'll do it again because we want more.
Drug scares, alcohol,
red lights, fancy cars,
Money, what's that for?
We are living a lie,
We are living a lie.
Cigarettes, twenty in a pack,
Jack Daniels cooling in a glass,
Bad behaviour, that's how we do,
Give us a warning, we'll be laughing at you.
Late night movies, Triple X,
Red lipstick smudges on the neck,
Fifty pound notes scattered on the floor,
But we won't pick them up because we don't want them no more.
ASBO's, misbehaved,
Cop cars, underaged,
Manners, what are they?
We're the bad teens in town,
We're the bad teens in town.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
All my life I've been told
How to act and how to think
What to do and who to be
"Don't use those words"
"Don't stay out late"
"You should have fun!
Just not that way"
"Keep your grades up"
"Keep your laugh down"
"But whoever told you
you should frown?"
I've always been good
I did as I was told
I never misbehaved
But now I'm growing old
My youth is passing by me
And how have I spent it?
Obedient - I'm seeing it
Never the miscreant
But always the misfit
"Don't talk back"
"Don't disagree"
Can't you see
your words are hurting me?
"Honey, I always wanted the best for you"
*Then why don't you let my real self
shine on through?*
Never had any friends
and you ask me why?
How am I supposed to blend
when you never even let me try?
But that doesn't matter
it's not what I want
What I want is out there
and you keep me locked up
But it all ends now
though you still ask how -
how did this happen?
Why did I change?
Well now I'm here to tell you
I broke out from my cage
All these
Obligations
Frustrations
Condemnations
Aggravations
Your fixations
and my deprivations
They're done now cause can't you see?
From this day on
I'm doing me.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
By: David W. Clare
The head master teacher preaches to us hen house school
Kid chickens...
We must be brave, we are scolded if misbehaved...
The chicken lady teacher pecks away, makes us lay our eggs and
do more homework...
The class clown jokes around doesn't care about his scores!
History teaches us vicariously what brave roosters did before us kids were hatched...
Like eggs that are matched we must learn to fly from the nest even tho we can't
Let's chant and pray that our farm school house will let us not stray away...
(C) In perpetuity all rights reserved
(P) FilmNoirWorks
--
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
For years
And years
I blamed
Me
For forever
I hated me
It felt like an eternity
I'm still healing
I have been growing
I feel maturity
I feel less
Insecurities
I'm realizing
For the first time
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
I misbehaved
It's okay
It's okay
I felt that way
It's **** okay
But it's still a shame
I'm not to blame
I wasn't untamed
I was a child
I wasn't wild
I was alone
I was crying
For attention
Crying
For affection
I was
Always
*******
Crying
Til it left me
Broken
Dying
I been hurting
I been broken
Never healed
Only blamed
Myself
Left in guilt
Disgust
Mistrust
But
It's okay
It's okay
To feel that way
It's okay
It's **** okay
But what a shame
To blame a child
For being touched
To blame a child
Who thought she could trust
To blame a child
For not knowing love
What a shame
I became
To myself
Blaming
Blaming
Swallowed in guilt
Everyone
Blaming
Blaming
So I let them
Be right
I let them win the fight
Lose my might
Never say no
Never let go
Hate myself
Bury bury
Never grow
Let my passion
Go
It's okay
It's okay
To say
I wasn't to blame
It's okay
It's okay
To say
It shouldn't have been that way
I regret
So much
To let you touch
Me
To be so alone
I let you
Hurt me
Inside my bones
But
It's okay
I didn't know better
It's okay
It's okay to
Let it go
To forgive me
And to be ******* angry
About it
It's okay
It's okay
But it's a ****
******* shame
I lost me
I lost all of my childhood
I blocked so many memories
I became a sad vicious story
I was nothing
Not me
Not you
I was nothing
But guilt
I had built
Towers
Of magic
Towers
So strategic
Towers
To hide
*** I never felt
Okay
Living that way
Now I want to say
To myself
To that little girl
So ashamed
So alone
So afraid
It's okay
It's okay
To feel that way
It's okay
It's okay
I know it's a shame
You're not to blame
It's okay
Darling
It's really okay
Let it go
Be angry
And never forget
You're valid
And it's *******
Okay
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 1:15 AM UTC
Betrayed, O to be betrayed,
A once betrothed and now misbehaved.
Misdeemed and misdeeds creeping upon me,
Fighting for friends now uncertainly,
Walking own a bent path,
Finding less and less are on task,
More would rather hang out back,
And what's a man to do in a world like that?
What started as a fellowship,
Now ends in dismemberment,
And the lonely feeling sinks in,
And the friends become foes, at the turn of a pen.
Setting my up for failure,
Jealous, or unsure,
I wish I cared anymore,
But that time has long since gone ashore...
And so as I look into the sea,
Something as dark, desolate, and as desperate as me.
I add a few more salty tears to its salty depths,
In hopes that this feeling of apathy will be ceased.
But I think a part of me knows,
Long before any more blows,
That this is the Real World,
And there is little time now for woe.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 3:10 AM UTC
I had a dream about a mask
It was terrifying.
The mask, I mean
I don't remember much about the dream.
The masked man ran around,
Tearing through town,
Taking vengeance on those that had cut him down
Everyone knew he wouldn't
Couldn't
Maim another
Because though through his mask
He became another
He was still a person
Just a person with his soul scared silent
His spirit sealed shut
His mask's mouth was sewn up
Like a doll that had misbehaved,
Said,
"I love you"
"You're my best friend"
Without having its string pulled to say it
The man,
Or rather the mask,
Was chasing a group of kids
Who had threatened a girl
That was very dear to him.
He pinned them down but couldn't speak,
So he bit off his own lips
Suddenly his speech wasn't deformed
And his vendetta didn't matter anymore
He threw himself to the floor and
He wept
He wept tears of unfathomable joy.
Then I woke up
Knowing as I gasped for air
That the dream had passed.
But when I reached up to my face,
I could still feel that mask.
So I started,
Layer by layer,
To peel it back.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
You're a real *******
Did you know?
That you don't own me, head to toe..
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect
But you have misbehaved..
And I think it's your attitude that
needs to change
Go ahead and take the worlds problems out on me
You'll never see
That you can't treat your family like this..
Excuse me for not wanting to reminisce
The "I love you's" and the "I'm sorry's" we will always miss
But I realize now more than ever, it was always my fault for making you like this...
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
In the hour of chaos we belong;
chaotic good people right?
Misbehaved Spectrum disorder
transitioning during breath
and sigh, as we fight too evil.
Burning, over turning squad cars
in fat-tail distributions,
retribution on lawful evil,
ordered and repressed love at
tender protest mass.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
I'm like your little teddy bear, you
dragged me around whenever I was
needed. Now I'm not, I'm hidden from
your sight. When something wasn't right
you held me, cried and told the tales.
I'm like the pet dog you had for a while
we would walk and run, mile after mile,
when done, you'd talk about a girl of somewhere
I don't know. Now you're on vacation.
I feel like the lice that needed your hair and then you shaved.
Or more like the used tissue when you watched a movie about charlie.
I'm like the old and rusty bike after the cyclist bought a harley.
Or the surfboard and the flagpole and the kitten you saved.
I could think I misbehaved or craved
too much attention.
Sightless pozzo, I'm your lucky. How unfortunate my fear is greater.
I'd listen all the time and open up, tell a rhyme and fill a cup
with sublime wines from another country.
I used to be quiet, did not feel the need to share,
now I'm bursting with emotions, places where
my mind can rest, should have been with you,
somewhere in a cosy nest.
This lousy world with lousy people, lousy conversations,
lousy remarks and lousy relations,
stop this pain, end it now, or save my life and renew a vow
of dedication.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC