"misbehavior" poems
In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggled and cried at the same time
The "Oh, fuck"'s
"dear, God"'s
They built up inside
screaming for the pain to stop
With a trembling whimper.
"This is fun, but I can't wait 'till it's over"
If only you had said this sooner
In the daylight
We could have known
Time was running out.
We were never so honest
as our ***
Not even to ourselves
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
But that's not true!
Look at Trostky and Lenin,
Michael Myers and Lennon,
The other Lennon.
It's hard to differentiate in name and legacy,
Because both Lennon's were revolutionaries,
Marching around like the freshman from heaven.
But neither believed they were the result of divine intervention in the affairs of man,
Because this convention would threaten their worldview and beckon away their sanity...
In the same way that the Pope or ****** let their divine vanity commit greater blasphemy and bring them future agony.
Now neither Lennon nor Lenin came anywhere close to being men from Galilee,
In fact they were more the men of the galaxy,
Or at least, John was, with his peach fuzz beard and his belief that love is greater than fear.
The other Lenin implemented the New Economic Policy, to starve the proletariat and start his revolution on an already hypocritical trend that would continue quite the same until the very end.
And it proves something, does it not?
Violence sends a message to no one but the instigator,
Changing them to justify, and claim is wasn't misbehavior;
But that's a lie, no idea of mine is worth the death of a human mind,
And to pretend otherwise makes one delude themselves that they aren't an instigator, but an illustrator,
Painting in the blood as if ****** makes an innovator.
And for ****** there is no vindicator,
Violence is an image breaker,
Indulged in by poor imitators who think they're right, and the world is wrong.
Unaware this makes them weak, not strong.
Now John Lennon was the true revolutionary;
Although he succumbed to violence, he veered away from it, even when it was necessary.
He fought the war, and yes, the war did win,
But at least he didn't cover his scars with artificial skin,
Or deny his implicit wrongs as a result of all original sin.
John Lennon used the word 'nigger' to the opposite effect.
He used the word to trigger something bigger and correct,
The wrong that seemed so propagated by the last colonial tide,
Of which the other Lenin defected and took colonialism's side.
John Lennon was Utopian and told us of a better world;
He interjected definition, and caused old thoughts to curl away in fright,
And bite the dust despite their might and past dominion of industrialism,
It was a schism, and it still plagues us to this day.
John Lennon understood we over-complicate way
To
Often.
Silly, silly, silly me.
To think I'm free, and that I'll be somebody?
Silly, silly, silly me.
You can't be free, and that's just it,
All you are is 'somebody.'
Some-body.
"Some body."
"Some body" is something,
And some body can change the world.
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Hung up on a Sunday with a strung-up savior
Hanging from a cross across the hall
Pleading that a deity annul her misbehavior-
Her previous activities, forestall.
Hung up on the hunger pains, insatiable and gnawing
Knowing well the vigor of the squall
Hung up on a strung up stranger, rendezvous withdrawing
Waiting on the King of Kings to call.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
THE LAST BREADTH OF EARTH
What a human race,
That destroys its own living place,
Looking just for a minute comfort,
They flew the Earth to distress,
They cut the trees which are like its lifeline,
They still use the plastic which is leading it to death time,
They still increase the population which leads water to dry,
They still waste the water which causes many farmers to die,
They try to find new planet to live,
But they don't think to save Earth from being killed,
They don't try to stop nuclear experiments,
But they only try to do sustainable developments,
They increase the global warming like population,
Even they blamed nature and god for its increasing destruction,
They killed all the humanity of them,
They only worked to earn name and fame,
Their activities started destroying mankind,
Then some people kneked that they are destroying human kind,
Even they are the most intelligent animals,
They behaved like dull animals,
Humans behaved like most greedy animals,
They behaved like each others pradetor,
Love for others died in humans,
Desire to help others is being rear to hear,
They gave a new birth to distruction,
Then the nature started to make destruction,
Water crisis were only starring,
Then an Earthquake came to give a notice,
Other scenes are in front of humans,
If they won't stop then nature will show a big misbehavior,
This is the time to refresh the Earth,
This is the time to save the Earth. Written by : SHASHANK KARN
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
sometimes i pull up my shirt
look down at my bare tummy
and sigh.
why can't you be better, tummy?
why can't you be smaller
nicer
softer
better?
like a child
i am chiding
tut-tutting
at its misbehavior
tummy, i do so much for you
i skip meals
and don't drink water
and wrap you in all kinds of weird dyi concoctions
and lotions
i take pills
and cry before seeing the boy that i like
all for you,
tummy.
why can't you be
like the other ones
why must you be
the way you are?
i will fix you.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
why must everyone tell each other what to do all the time
can we not coexist in love and peace
like we were meant to? can we not simply
work toward a goal, without mindless power play
or unnecessary roughness? we are human,
we are human, we are human, is all I hear, reasons
and excuses given for our misbehavior, our lies and harms;
it's only human nature! they cry as they steal and cheat
it must be human nature, says the violent criminal,
sadly, it is human nature, sighs the priest:
these are not good enough- this cannot be good enough
for if your heart calls you to love and you feel it then why haven't you?
every human's heart is made for and of
love, community, friendship, socialization-
that is what we are and that is what we need
we are clearly striving for good, we are clearly beautiful,
we are clearly searching for the truth
human nature cannot be evil if its most earnest desire is good.
yes, we are human- but we were made for better things.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
I dove headfirst
Into the bottle,
Thinking I could swim.
And at first, it was fine...
A leisure I could afford,
A risk I could stand to take,
A mistake I could stand to make.
Leisure became a lapse,
Risk became repetition,
A mistake became a misbehavior.
Up the creek without a paddle,
Up in arms without my sobriety.
Silly girl.
Didn't they ever teach you
That 80 proof won't make you forget?
That the sting of whiskey
Won't take away the sting of heartbreak?
No.
No, they didn't.
Pour me another.
~
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
In the audio recording you sent me
An hour of touching yourself
punishment for misbehavior
you giggle and cry at the same time
With a trembling whimper
It's too late now, for a confession.
We were never so honest, as our ***
Violent, passionate
suspending reality momentarily
Life's one true sin, objectification.
And now, you are a recording.
Your eye begging Me, The Cuckoo Bird
To Free you from your own fingers
like the cuckoo bird
My religion
Only gave me one hour
To howl, at passing time.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
As a wise man once said: "hinder not the learning of youth,"
So what do you do? You build walls, you are anti-social,
You don't want to talk about "it." you are angry and hurtful,
You have to punish them for misbehavior, then do what you
Please, you hand them everything they need, then take away
The keys.
A wise man once said: "better to lay you down for your friend,"
So what do you do? Every man for himself! Run off and find
A small lil' mine and dig and dig until you find gold as well,
Pick up a small piece of the pie while starving people in the
Third world die, we "can't help them all" so why not just accept
Bread lines?
A wise man once said: *"It's not ours to **** others, you shall not ****
So what do you do? You make tanks and nuclear submarines,
You create machines of death and destruction for our "protection"
With the very weapons that so easily can turn back upon us,
You always join in every war and say destruction is simply
"A must."
Wisdom has been turned into words alone, we speak it, but we do
Not act upon it, thus we become hypocrites and knaves upon thrones.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
From the beginning, and
To the end.
I feel your indignation towards
My existence; your displeasure towards
My presence.
The mockery of your embrace
Holding me tightly within
Your arms of despair.
Moral conceptions offended by
Your deliberate misbehavior.
Your kiss saturates my spirit with vexation,
Attempting to convert my heart with
Poison and bitterness.
We both want change for
Reasons we cannot agree; a scandal
That transgress Love’s institution.
I will neither yield to your disgrace
Nor entertain your dishonor.
Remove me from this circumstance, take away
The memories of your offensive actions.
With my last breath I plead,
Accept me for who I am please, just leave
Me alone.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
Excuse me, I must be blunt
I've been on a hunt
At hunt for, love
I've been looking below, when I should have been looking above
Most people in this generation would be disgusted with this poem
But I know where the place is that I call home
God, you are my savior
I'm sorry for my misbehavior
You deserve nothing but the best
You give me rest
How I love you Lord
You always leave me restored
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
This is to feel only
through loving you holy,
the mismatch in
my own hatred can be
revealed...
This to hear only
through hating you fully,
the misbehavior in
my own love can be
unveiled.....
This is to taste only
through wetting you ******
the true flavor in
my own sweat can be
perfumed......
By Williamsji Maveli
Email:[email protected]
www.williamsji.com
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
Father, you are all that I need
You're the sower and I'm the seed
You're the one who takes care of me
I will grow in a way you want me to be
Father, you are my Saviour
You protect me despite my misbehavior
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
☪ ☮ ☪ ☮ ☪ ☮ ☪ ☮
Bearded and furious, quoting some prophet
they rage in the streets of their failed nation-states
exporting dysfunction, subversion and violence
the hordes are empowered—they’re now at your gates.
They fume as they gesture, in ***** pajamas
and brood over battles from centuries past.
they **** for their Caliph in murderous dramas;
the next ****** tantrum will not be their last.
Republicrat/Democan? Satan to them…
They care not an angel what party you vote.
Your well-meaning efforts are lost in translation—
they’ll just as soon slit your good liberal throat.
Scandinavia’s day-dream, once Nordic, once bright
is consumed in the chaos and vanished as smoke.
Santa Lucia receives violent darkness for light
as statistics play dead to her national joke.
The Ishmaelite deity (Arabic sin)
is a vicious excuse for extreme misbehavior;
a wind of aggression, demonic conception
enraging dead souls against Jesus, Our Savior
Let destruction descend upon Mecca/Medina.
The angels rejoice—may the righteous side win;
for the judgement of God on an evil religion
proclaims that earth’s joy is about to begin.
While the minarets topple, midst filth and manure
in a cleansing display of immaculate hope,
the muezzins are silenced, the pilgrims are stalled
and the muftis are starting to mope.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
The grain of salt I mistook you for
Still tasted bitter on my pallet
Forget that when
We buckled
We never broke
Just bent
Like the tense end of a ruler
Like childhood daring
Teasing the ends to touch
Before the snap
Sent you home for being disobedient
You sent me home
So many times
I got the path back memorized
The same way Ice skaters know
When to move
There is a special kind of cursive
Etched in the dusty back roads
Of my misbehavior
Spells out
Perfect
sometimes
Spells out
Forgive me
Spells out
Last ditch effort to make you like me
I barely know where I am going
Barely know where I've been
Just got this itch to move
I guess
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
We flew into bars
like hellfire & brimstone
& we never took prisoners,
drank until
our heads spun
off the socket,
buzzing.
We rocked it
like time was
running out,
shouted like
sharp dressed men,
the ******* never lied
putting on
an eminence front.
And we made it
through
our young-misbehavior,
not unscathed,
but stung.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Here I am, an Educator, new-formed
And on the verge of ideas and thoughts
That I’m told are too lofty, too grand, for their
Purposes of having students graduate at Funding’s Earliest
Convenience. Administrative charms
Have already told me not to display
Myself and my passions with honesty. I must teach
Like I am greater than them,
Like I approach our stories each
Day with a very very serious
Focus on structure and style and each
Incredibly important
Comma. But I know the Truth.
The Truth is that the richest
I’ve ever felt was when my educational harvest
Had received its lowest return. I first thought, “How shall
I punish? How shall I repay
Your bad behavior's damage with more damage? Your
Misbehavior doesn’t deserve my toil;
Your disrespect was just as bad as their
Records said it would be!” But then my reason
For anger crumbled, and I let love strengthen
My tired and trodden heart, as
I decided to speak to my students with the honesty their
Lives often lack from authority. Intentionality, Honesty, Truth. No amount of years
Will change what I’ve learned in Year Zero: to let love increase.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
What is the promise of a stranger worth?
Lavender smiles and honeyed words,
Submerged in the sound of hope disturbed.
Usurped and flayed for misbehavior
Hung from a tree, sacrificial favour.
The flavour was sweet, at least for a while.
A taste of haste fried ripe in denial.
Smothered in smiles and candyfloss
Lightly glazed glances, a dusting of loss.
A promise made pays a heavy cost.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
'The teacher must not
overshadow the lesson'
To this simple rule there
can be no exception
The image or likeness
of Jesus the savior
has for eons been used
to excuse misbehavior
But wearing a symbol
of the ultimate Jew
Will not justify every
evil you do
So the next time
you seek validation
for sin
Read what he said...
BEFORE you begin
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
I miss you
I miss the heart aches
I miss the stomach aches
I miss your absence
I miss the way you'd dance
Surely I miss you
I miss the sickening dew
I miss the crying on the bathroom floor
I miss me hiding behind the doors
I miss the anxiety
I miss my text left unread
I miss the "love" in my head
The pain in your bed
The empty throbbing afterwards
The touched but not too far
The left unsatisfied and scarred
I loved the smiles you brought me
I loved the child you saw me as
I loved the women you'd rather pass
I loved the tears that made you laugh
I loved ever single unspoken desire
Never brought me higher
I deserved every manipulation
I deserved every tear
I deserved every touch
I deserved you so much
I deserved the confusion
I deserved your advantages
I deserved every bandage
I apologize for my obsession
I apologize for my opression
I apologize for my misbehavior
Obviously I knew better
It's my fault it went too far
It's my fault I'm forever scarred
It's my fault I wanted you so bad
It's my fault I ever made you sad
It's my fault I told my dad
It's my fault I got mad
It's my fault
It's my fault
It's always my fault
Thank you for using me
Thank you for abusing me
Thank you for accusing me
Thank you so much
for not leaving me untouched
You gave me what I wanted
You gave me everything I needed
You gave me attention
You gave me suppression
You gave me pain
You gave me deep stains
I can never ******* clean
I'm so sorry I spoke up
I'm so sorry I woke up
I'm so sorry I broke it up
I'm so sorry I exist
I'm so sorry I can't reminisce
About anytime before today
I'm sorry I'm this way
I'm sorry I misbehave
I'm sorry I tried to be brave
I'm sorry I got in everyone way
I miss before you
I miss before I knew
I miss my life
Before you stabbed me
And I apologized to you
I miss you
When I was close enough
To be able to ****** you
The way you murdered me
I missed you.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
ive never understood why it happened
maybe i was misbehaving
maybe i was bad
maybe he just wanted to
to hurt me and make me sad
wheather it was my misbehavior
or his ***** second nature
i grew up mature
never a child
always an angel
never able to speak out
using my own words against myself
"i was too young to ask for that."
i never would have anyway.
-LJS
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Our ovoid showers copper on the fourth of july
Slips fists until bliss razed the grass with red dye
Empty sieve lead hooks to spank through the nights
Our mare’s nest by-passing sparkled like a firefly
Birds & trees vastly sprout young waves of light
Lugged for incredible misbehavior
Until glass rolls & lights up with majestic flavors
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
Some people not All,
have very bad behavior
It Encourages others
to have misbehavior
Some people carry a
Negative Demeanor
To the point Positive
people are influenced
to become meaner
This is a intuition but
more like a Hunch
That one Bad Apple
Spoils the whole Bunch
It simply refers to someone
who creates problems,
Get rid of that Rotten Apple
And that will solve them
Remember these words
and take it to Mind
Those Rotton old Apples
aren't so very kind
Beware of Rotten Apples
just trust your Hunch That
One Rotten Apple
will Spoil the Whole Bunch
By: B.R
Date: 10/23/2022
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC
STOP YOUR BOYS
Yeah, I know but you read it right.
That's what I can come up with even if you argue or fight.
Why are girls always the one to stop going out?
Stop your boys even if they get angry or they shout.
Make a new rule at home & don't let your boys move out after 8,
No matter how old are they whether 14 or 28.
You must have seen parents waiting for their daughters at bus stops.
To make sure they're ok calling them 100 times at tops.
See the other way around, wait for your boys there.
Call them 100 times if you see them nowhere.
Why should girls be afraid from the boys sitting at every corner of the street?
Those boys should be punished whenever this misbehavior they repeat.
Teasing every girl with their GANG is fun that's what everyone thinks.
This is the reason why we can't develop enough and that's why our nation stinks.
Stop your boys from moving out of the home after 8.
Else sitting there, just to tease them, for every passing girl they'll wait.
Why are girls supposed to live their lives in restriction?
Make a law like this that's what I expect whoever has this jurisdiction.
None of this is their fault then why are they hiding? Why should they cry?
They're not meant to remain inside, give them wings and please let them fly.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC