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"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
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Punishment.mp4
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.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
Some body.
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.
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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.
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Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
Hangover
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
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
The last breath of Earth
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.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
dear tummy
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.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
made for better things
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. ~
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Untitled
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.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Cuckoo Bird
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.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
Wisdom Poem
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.
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
Days of April
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
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Lord
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
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
The Mismatch....
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
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
Untitled
☪  ☮  ☪  ☮  ☪  ☮  ☪  ☮   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.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Symphony for the Moon-God
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
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Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:13 PM UTC
It's more like an Itch I guess
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.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Bar Hornets
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.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
On Year Zero
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.
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC
Promise of a Stranger
'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
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
The Teacher
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.
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
I miss you
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.
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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
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC
silent battle
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.
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Retreat?
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
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Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
We Are The Trees Up That Hill
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
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 5:18 PM UTC
One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch
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.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
STOP YOUR BOYS