"mischevious" poems
The park sits in the middle of a bustling city
The skyline visable all around.
There are large oak trees scattered about
And winding paths hug the ground.
A gentle breeze pushes the soft grass
Back and forth with effortless might.
The sunlight pushes its way past the leaves of trees
Creating dappled, swaying light.
This is the city park, where children come to play
Tag and other mischevious games.
Their laughter almost drowns out the hard sound
That of a bustling city rightfully claim.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Now I am wild wind
over your city,
wanna destroy everything that once with you was pretty,
erase every memory of you being mischevious and witty,
wanna give you pain,
wanna see you asking for piety
but there you are infront of me again,
I feels like a paitent recovers from pain
than I was hard as ice
now I am melting slow and nice
in my mind echoed a voice,
"You can bear all the thunder
cause with him
once you were a breeze"
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
He is Peter Pan,
I realize with a chuckle;
Some boys never grow up:
he surely hasn't, probably never will
He thinks he is immortal and probably he is
He is a dream, a fleeting shadow
Always chasing a piece of himself
And a girl he can love
But he never finds what he needs
He's missing a mother;
no woman can care for him like a mother
and a lover
He's a mischevious charmer
He'll appear suddenly;
steal your heart, leave swiftly
Leaving his Wendy to search for traces, glimpses of him
For her whole life
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
but that could be said of anywhere.
However, some places
seem to have hypnotic hips and easy eyes
with a mischevious, seductive scarab grin.
Like magic, it pulls me in.
Here, labels like good or bad are trite,
there is only this magnetic whirling
energy culling myself and others inside
simply because we picked up the phone and showed up.
But now it's our responsibility to find balance
amidst serene listless apathy on the beach
and party hardy into the midnight arty energy scene jack & coke down the rabbit hole we go.
Some Bedouins say Dahab means "time goes,"
which has me convinced Moses and his folks weren't lost
in terms of location but lost when it relates to time,
trying to find a middle path
between excess and sloth
in this south Sinai town.
Yes, not two but three schools of thought,
forming a triangle in this hypnotizing spiral;
two points of excess and one of balance!
All three balance each other,
and it's hell trying to stay in the center of this eye
of this metaphorical storm of enlightenment.
Naturally, gravitational forces pull some to the
gray matter island headspace of echoed sins
and carnivorous lascivious pandemonium.
Not everyone will find what they seek on the warm beaches here,
or the raving, bubble foam dance parties in strobe light nights.
That's just the way it is;
there's not enough room for everyone in the center.
And this is where we learn to accept ones place,
because only then can we move on to another plane,
on another beach with more to learn and some to teach.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Once more the battles of life by stealth,
Creep upon you with blades, half hid under devil's sheath,
Deceiving soul and self of their immortal worth,
Shrinking my heart the breadth of its girth,
My friend fights, struggles to slay their ghost,
I've wondered how such a soul can be haunted,
And for days I've prayed and chanted,
Because of the fear their spirit is lost.
I have walked, traversed prayer's line for miles,
To save them from a fate that appals the mind and riles,
Searching fathoms of my sadness stricken soul,
To find ways to make again theirs whole,
Imagining their sheer delight,
In future years bereft of chains,
Bereft of sad and melancholy refrains,
I see them free, take flight.
May God grant light and love and peace,
May their mental struggle cease,
For being borne aloft on wings,
That inspire mind to soar and sing,
Considering Love a sufficient goal,
An immortal truth adorned by light,
That maketh for an awesome sight,
At peace with the one and all.
My friend being stricken found life devious,
Instead of coy and mischevious,
While that great Knight, that rose out of Heaven's fires,
Inspires feelings suffice to be sung to lyres,
Yet feels themselves beneath the beams
Of destiny, that touch the Earth,
Warms it the breadth of its girth,
And whose luck's light kisses our dreams.
My friend wails for their wilting fate,
And in my Heart a sorrow gestate,
I want my Heart to waltz with theirs,
Out of it's spiritual bars,
On the shores of Heaven we'd frolic play,
With them I'd be engorged on bliss,
Touched by the light of luck's kiss,
All throughout the day.
In my devotion I have learned this,
That to be not devoted is remiss,
To deny truth of Love is the worst,
Be banished from its kingdom who accursed,
Her splendour, to which we ought to be,
In mesmerised and spellbound awe,
To love, and cherish, and adore,
Her gifts and generosity.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
In a room sheltered by the passing of the seasons,
Trapped within the tempest of my consciousness,
A forbidden unravels between the two of us,
Like a wistful fragrance, losing itself in the winds.
You asked me to draw my reserved strength,
You sparked my dead empathy.
You spoke to my heart and asked it never to bleed and cry.
And then you left me by myself, alone in the face of my worst enemy, myself.
Today, as I sit under a naked full moon,
As its moonbeams pierce my solitary heart,
With the breeze running over my wounds,
My heart yearns to know where you are.
In order to fend those I loved,
I corrupted myself to become the one thing I hated,
The prey became the predator, lifted his sword,
Yet who can I embrace with my sword raised?
With your sweet words,
With the promise of your mischevious smile,
You lowered my arms.
You brought me back, but you left me alone.
I rest my psyche against the darkness that threatens to overcome my soul,
The fires you lit are long gone.
Sometimes, I think you were a cruel joke,
A jape by fate, to harden my glass heart.
Now, my raised sword serves no good,
A man wielding a sword, yet yielding his will to live,
Protects no one, he only kills.
All I want now is to rest in the embrace of cold death.
I do not know what I want anymore,
Perhaps you left me soul dead.
Nevertheless, i wish to forget,
I wish for your traces on my soul to be erased.
In light of sorrow, the moments of joy you left,
Pierce me harsher than barbed arrows.
Tell me.
How do I erase you from my soul?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
She linked her arms behind her back and tiptoed down the hallway. Her family was all asleep.
Her mouth was drawn up at the corners and her eyes twinkled, even in the dark.
What could she be up to? thought no one.
She turned the corner into the kitchen. Her hair swinging around her shoulders.
A hum escaped her lips, the melody unidentifiable.
With a long arm she reached up and opened a cupboard, her other arm following suit to retrieve a glass.
Hopping quickly over to the sink, the long arms came into play again, switching the faucet on and filling her cup.
Thirsty, at this time of night? asked no one.
Her smile grew wider. She straightened out, having been bent over the sink.
Those long arms grew stiff.
She spoke,
"What are you doing in my house?" Her voice was deep and clear, like a river.
There was silence throughout the house.
She turned quickly, the water in her glass sloshing over onto her fingers.
There was no one there.
Her face became sad, the mischevious glint lost.
What are you doing in my house? wondered no one.
"Nothing." She said.
And went back to bed.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
exchange my flaws
for a goddess'
characteristics
personality
mischevious
spontaneous
optimistic
exchange my heart
for one made of gold
maybe I would be
treasured then
by the ones
I need in
my life
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC
Jasper my best canine friend,
I have a message to send,
Ears so big, fluffy and free,
Always put a smile on me,
Oval sandy rock eyes stare,
Fur as dark as a black bear,
Coat so shiny lions mane,
Spirit animal large chain,
Mischevious wagging tail,
Someone outside bark and wail,
Muddy prints from paws alike,
Not an aspect I dislike.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
Hearts, pound
Hands touch
Lips approach
To make a sound
Our tongs and our lips
Produce a warm melody
That make our cheeks
Dance to our heartbeats
A playfull, tasty kiss
Is Adored by some
But it is its sound
That I truely miss
A perfect scene
Pictured in my mind
Of two lovable beings
Wanting to be just one
Neighter of us is in it
Is merely a fantasy
A mischevious dream
I wish i could end it
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
How she shines mischevious bright
Lighting a way almost
Her light touches me, but I cannot remain
Heavenly body in the dark of night
Outshines the stars
But spoilt by this day
Cool elegance to the eye
Yet burns bright to my soul
Transient, but ever there
Dependable as the tide
Ephemeral as the night
Mysterious universe so close at hand
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Cross the neighborhood,
There's our old school.
Full of memories.
Ones we all we all wish,
Would've lasted.
Great friends then,
enemies now.
Lovers turned strangers.
Decisions found regrets.
You & I,
We'd be friends forever,
'Till we got our shades, that is.
Which wasn't much time.
But in between,
Lays beauty in our childhood.
Sitting in my seat,
I turn 'round,
at the smiling thought of you.
Only to find your welcoming eyes.
We used to laugh together.
Send notes in French class past our strict teacher,
Love notes soon to be; as everyone thought.
The times when my co-worker was away,
and you took the shift
to work next to me,
play 'MASH',
and do our mischevious things.
The time when we went trick-or-treating,
and our parents made us take the (ahem, gruesome-looking) photo together.
The time we both got cast as the main characters in a play (where eventually we found out we'd possibly have to kiss.) You were cool with it.
The almost daily embarrassing time.
Once, we were walking in the hallways to class, eyes locked.
So into the conversation, I bumped into a table and dropped all of my books. (Well, it was in the middle of the hallways!!!) You helped.
The time we went on MSN just to see eachother.
The time you (somehow got hold of my number) called me for the first time:
The time my heart raced to pick up.
Seemed everyone was right.
The time we'd gone to a music concert.
The time we'd talk on breaks.
The time we'd have lunch together.
The time we held hands.
If I was a mind reader,
I'd know you're curious.
Wondering why it isn't so anymore.
So am I.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
She smelled
camphor and wonder,
my wet hands caressed
the fruits i wished to plunder,
mind transcended
to clouds and whispers,
falling incessently like a pleasant rain
drenching us , till we can ask for no more.
Her lips were
soft waves sent by
the sea of tranquil night
that nibbled the shores,
little by little.
Her lips on my lips created
a myth, of a land of happiness
which before my eyes became real,
i found my inner pains have
completely vanished,
we were consumed by a pleasure,
that was full of nocturnal vigour.
What would you do
when, ***** are on fire?
we were in hunger,
she said, we would build a slow fire,
and make our pulsating veins dance
around it, till every hunger is fully satiated.
I found this dance so tantalizing,
she was in fits of pleasure, surging
from the deep centre
that kept on erupting.
It seemed our bed had swift moving wings,
she swung up above me
a bird ******* honey from a flower
hovering over it, on her wings,
her alacratic moves
made her look like an acrobat
perched on top,
the journey was across time and
we lost all awareness of place,
she moaned her mantras,
pleasure seeker's chants,
to attain the higher reaches of the peak,
faintly visible.
We came swimming though
the turgid waters,with an urgency
rarely known.
The hands of raising sun
was feeling our bed,
i looked up to see what happens
the night has stealthily left,
early morning light mischevious
peep through the window
to see us lying
in each other's hands
Then again,
we saw the sun a perfect red ball
falling down, to drench us in purple rain
we ran after it , amorous spirit
still glowing inside,
and at that moment we heard
melodies within our bodies.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
Her eyes,
Captivating like the night sky
Drowns me into its never ending expanse.
Her eyes,
So full of life
Sets my life free of its worldly desires.
Her eyes,
So pretty and fascinating
Makes me fall in love over and over again.
My oh my,
There is no turning back for me.
Her eyes,
So mischevious and alit it could be that of a devils
But to me, always something magical.
Her eyes,
So full of fire
Burns my heart into ashes.
I could close my eyes and pretend my love for her isn't real.
But then, all she has to do is smile
And i'm down on my knees again.
- ©M
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
my scrambled and dysfunctional paragraphical thoughts once again:
so we sit outside drinking high life outside the pigs place, waiting on the band to play. almost 21 what can I say, but
I got a few more days to go.
and you know its like a waist land when you can't see the sunshine under all those alcoholic shadows, what a way to live.
Feeling like a lost dog on a pole in a winter snow
w a i t i n g ______________outside the bar,
I've seen Wayne Coyne with fur and heels on arm,
and I'm //almost uneven in a toxic drink // but my cig a r e t t e burns ash
out on the oklahoma street.
we can make it home on of Montreal beat.
oh so mischevious as a fox in dark leaves of green and Desire.
asleep on a coach under sheets of mystery and kitten fur.
with crusty toothpaste and ****** gums cleaning off what was
to , always
judged as a minor star in a music bar
we are all here, and now, and wild.
Come,
as an untamed dessert lover with a tipped cup of emotion in caffeen steam.
oh wonderful traveler with polar bear ice cream .
"look at all these people cages!"
boxes of broken penniless dreams.
"that's a cool tree house though, and that oh yeah another condemened house for you to live in" HA HAH ahh ha ha....
SO, sometimes I feel like a circus clown at the rail of room 39
like I've always thought with sound, and needing to finish work,
take my medicine as I should
get directions from trickster's with inhumane sorcery, could you tell
them I did well?
realizing its all a wave that crashes us like a tidled surf.
I want like dear old foes a place to be a fool and take it all slowly.
What was once said to be real
is long bled
as a heart
upon the sleeve turns blue.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
Let the sinister thoughts come
Allow the mischevious demons to hoarse
When they think you're numb and defeated
Show them you're the Dark Horse
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Oftentimes I find my self entranced
in how you'll catch me at a glance
when you first walk through our front door.
Will my leg dangle to the floor
with mischevious intent, my breast
concave inside itself and dressed
translucent in skin, glowing radiant
in what I reflect, a moon grey slate,
from your light source?
A celestial body on its course,
will I eclipse myself in the blinding dark
of an unconscious development
that lends me trembles delicate,
a slumbering lunar element circumvented
by a halo of blonde curls, suspended?
I spend centuries predicting
the me's I have and will depict,
yet it never is as I intend it.
You gravitate to me, unrestricted,
because we find ourselves addicted
to each other's whole, unscripted.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Dear Anonymous,
There is a slim to none chance that you will ever actually read this. This is simply a way for me to clear my head of all thoughts of you. Things I wish to say but never will.
I do not want to sound foolish but I almost believe that fate brought us together. I never would have thought that in my travels I would meet an incredible person such as yourself. Since the day I met you, I was drawn to you like moths to light. Besides the fact that you are quite handsome, you have a mind so beautiful and untamed. Although I know I did not love you in the fragment of time that we spent together, I realized there are many things about you that I can recall I do love.
I love the way you spoke. I sat with you for hours and just listened while you spoke passionately about a time in history or a philosophy or anything in between. With you, a conversation was never boring. I am still in awe as to how intelligent you are. I did not want to miss a word you said.
I love the way you made me feel. I remember how my stomach would turn upside down when I ran into you everyday on my walk to and from campus. I love the way my heart would race whenever a mischevious smirk appeared on your face.
I love how you let me be myself. You laughed at my dumb jokes but did not make me feel silly for them. I love the way you laughed. I loved when your lips crashed into mine and made my whole body feel like spaghetti. I love how your fingers felt wrapped around mine while we walked through the busy streets of the city. I love how you made me feel safe.
Most importantly of all, I love how you wanted me as much as I wanted you. Then before we knew it, we had to say goodbye. It was as if I was awakened from a long dream and returned to reality. You could say that what we had was contemporary. It occured in what was then the present, and too complex to be depict by others. Thank you for all the memories we've shared.
See you again someday,
Me.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
I don't know how we got here...
I'll be honest,
I'm sorry that we're always fighting,
That we don't see eye to eye no more,
And that twinkle in your eye is gone -
I'm sorry,
That our love is withering.
I'll be honest,
I miss when things were rosy,
When you and I just made each other blush,
And our lips were inseparable;
When my hands couldn't keep away from your soft skin,
And we were acting lovey-dovey, ignoring the unrequested attention of wandering eyes.
I'm scared, when you scream and yell,
I'm heartbroken, when you cry because of me,
I'm debilitated, when you won't let me hold you,
I'm stunned, when you don't accept my apology.
I miss,
When you and I,
Didn't care much about the label,
We were good friends that's what we said...
But soon later you wanted more:
And you got it...
Then
"We",
Started becoming an underused word,
The bonds formed by mischevious nights
Shamelessly crying on one another's shoulders,
And divulging of blackmail-worthy, jaw-dropping secrets,
Starter weakening, separating...
Is there any possibility that things will get rosy again?
That you'll stop getting mad at me and I'll stop hurting you?
Is there a chance, just a slight chance,
That the girl I fell in love with will come back...
Or, have we... Have I killed her?
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
You've finally caught me.
We've raced for years, but never touched.
Your sister, envy, had grazed my cheeks every now and again, but you're far more devious.
You don't burn like her,
you sour; your energy collides,
collapses, into a bitter liquid.
As soon as we met, I wanted to escape,
but your mischevious glint held me,
and every thought against my will sprouted forth.
You infected me.
You took my rational mind and crushed it,
you twisted my trust, tainted my love,
and now I have to face you.
You're not like your sister,
and I'll be ****** to let you stay,
craddling me like a small child,
listening to your fallacious tales.
I'm better than that,
so the next time you see me,
tell you and your sister goodbye.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
The face is a most
Important place
Not only is it where we
May display adverts
And worse,
To be read by others
(Mostly mischevious spin)
It is where the five
Sense doors open,
Sight, sound, smell,
Taste and touch
There isn't much more
To talk about
The rest of the body
Is only a sense door
The face has many more receptors
Feeding the greedy
And ravenous mind
With waterfalls
Of information
About
The outside world
Most of which is wrong
Sean Hunt
Windermere April 2015
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
O Angel, thou art my twin flame,
Two beings of love and light who art the same,
A Beauty I want to loudly proclaim,
Because of which my own wings became,
O twin flame, thou art a guide
To which my truest words abide,
A valiant warrior at my side,
A peace in which I want to hide,
O spirit guide, thou art judicious,
Yet coy and mischevious,
Never are you devious,
But to your virtue they are oblivious,
But on your blazing wings Earth takes flight,
And finds truth in immortal delight.
My twin flame, he knows how to heal,
And stoke kinship feelings most real,
I wish I could in return manifest his own joy,
I sing for blessings for the sublime hippie boy,
He creates a band of love and protection,
Clamouring care and affection,
Embracing me in all directions,
My Heart imbued with passion's inflection,
My twin flame, we are united,
From tyrant's kingdom interdicted,
But even for him we are not blighted,
For our Love set Children's hearts alighted.
My twin flame and I, we are in sacred union,
Two souls joined in reverential communion,
Two Hearts enamoured of one another, embroiled,
Painting Hearts with colours royal.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
The snowflakes came down,
Frantic children
whirling around, pushed around
trying to find their way home.
The night was cold,
the type of cold that snuck under all your coats and hats and scarves
and carved you out little by little,
Slowly,
seeping into your bones.
But as he stood there, amidst
All the fury of the winds,
the mischevious tickles of the playful snow,
All he felt was warmth,
and he smiled.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Hey you,
with the beautiful eyes
and the mischevious smile
you don't know me,
and maybe you never will
but right now, you make me smile
without doing a thing
and maybe in a few years
I'll forget about you
never look at you like I do now
but right now,
oh man
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC