"mischievious" poems
Puppet Master
You crept in like a mischievious thief.
Intrigued, decieved and retrieved my son.
Influencing and destroying his beautiful life.
Diminished his hopes, his dreams and his self-esteem.
Convincing him he had no future,
No love, no value was to his life.
Your wicked silk spun web of deadly lies,
Mislead him to believe,
That happiness and love cease to exist.
This is your fuel,
This your fire.
Your one and only desire.
You will not quit until they all expire.
****** black, H or tar,
You are a seductive liar.
Your needle point claws buried deep his arm,
Dripping with your poisonous conceit.
Now you are his puppet master.
Dominating his mind, his thoughts and his words.
Your malicious acts preformed through him,
Make him look wild, insane and disturbed.
Each day in your tight intense grip,
My son dwindled and shriveled away.
Becoming your molded and trained apprentice.
Coached to perfection in your twisted ways.
You are as bad as a ******
A murderer and even more.
I hate you ******
You started a war.
I will not let you win!
Let go of my loved and cherished son.
Let him live a full and beautiful life.
I surrender to you myself.
Volunteer my own life.
Take me instead,
Be my puppet master,
Enslave me,
And let my baby live.
L. Mack
9/20/18
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
You stole my umbrella,
You danced and laughed at me,
I tried to clean and you decided to investigate the bags,
You are such a little thief,
You are so mischievious,
You pick on me and hide from me,
Sometimes you get so hyper that you run into the wall,
You're such a goof ball,
I can only sit you still with peanut butter,
You play until you just cant play anymore,
You look so sweet when asleep,
But wake you up and you just want to run and hide things,
You make me laugh,
I love you little guy!
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Sing me songs of farewell
This red shaded dawn,
Recite me lines about unknown -
Please, recite them well.
Let your tongue disguise the words,
Make them look fair
While I'm statued in life's ropes
Tied to this porcelain cold chair.
Speak loud, stand proud -
Then look at me straight.
Let your shadow strangle my neck,
Bathed in my acid tears around.
It's neither's fault, you say...
Only this mischievious cicle
A clueless timed canvas,
That lead you feel this way.
I can't scream, can't defend.
I only let the ending end.
Take your promises back,
Take your tender looks too,
Burn each of one's illusions,
******* their ashes, take them with you.
Don't leave me your apologies,
Your blured confusions...
Just leave me here,
In eternity's fusions
Drowned in a heart attack.
The years have passed away.
My hands still tremble, mildly.
Wrapped in pottery shards and blindly
This disease have rot me inside
It's what they say...
In fact, I died at the bottom of the sea.
The cure is simple and hopeless to me.
Give me a pill of amnesia
And my five o'clock tea.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
Hey you
You with the crinkling eyes and the dancing laugh
with the arms that ensare my waist to throw me against
pure emerald mountain sides dripping with late spring rains
the shucking of pine bark to twirl wooden towers down lilting slopes
and the gangly limbs reaching towards the sky
in an attempt to capture the clouds
for the sole reason of dancing through their
fluffiness
you with the pure soul and poise fit enough for the queen
if only you were anatomically different
you would rule this world better than she
honesty running through your laughing veins
as you summit mountain after mountain
pure glacial eyes darting to capture mine
mischievious depths speaking of hidden love
I know you
so well.
Even though our friendship has been
2 months 30 days long
I know you better than I know myself
My best best friend you called me
as true as these wild trilliums we run past in an attempt to throw
the other into the lake
the fires which serve as a competitive twinkle in your eyes
we are so free.
You who contains the most pure soul
pure intentions I have ever come across
You are so loved
You are so perfect in your innocence
In the wise notes held in your fingertips
you provide wings to leap with.
I know there are waves trapped in your veins
calling for your brilliant smile.
I know when your head rests against my chest
it is with the innocence of a child
You are my best friend
My comrade in arms
My birch gatherer.
and this love spreading through my limbs
for your tired head and tumbling curls
is hard to ignore.
I know you are being called away
a bright future awaits
a familial expectation to fufill
I'm just here to tell you I will be waiting
In these mountains, these peaks
roaming annd laughing and dancing
waiting for the day my best friend realizes
his happiness is more important than others expectations
and I will be here
as free as when you first found me
ready for our adventures to begin
Come fly with me.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Cupid's known as the love god
(Eros in the greek)
Shooting arrows of attraction
Towards those unwary
Arrows tipped with a love potion
Laced with aphrodisiac
Feathered with rose petals
Bow strung with rainbows
And infused with sweetness
These are the tools of his trade
Or so they tell us
But I like to think differently
Maybe he's a mischievious deity
Arrows tipped with complexity
Laced with anxiety
Feathered with the red of blushes
Bow strung with false courage
And infused with unsure passions
Maybe these are also his tools
Perhaps a mix of the two?
I think the gods get a little too bored
So they play with our lives
Like a child with a nest of ants
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
to write like me
you must first review my routine
lift weights
take boxing lessons
drink beer in bars
laugh loudly in the street
sing karaoke every week
date women from different backgrounds
kiss like you mean it
and make love that soaks the sheets
take random trains
to far off places
work jobs until you hate them
and quit as you slowly go mad
then you will be half the poet I am
because I am still only half the poet
I know I can be
it's a challenge to balance
to juggle this routine
I am trapped between two loves
my love for life
and my love to write
between living life
and writing about it
between being alive
and writing about it
to me writing and living go hand in hand
but they cannot always co-exist
when you burn your light to the brink
as I do
i must find the line
but the line is hard to find
because there are only so many hours in a day
and life swoops us by like an owl
with a mouse in its mouth
leaving us with only a brief window
in which to carve a lasting legacy
beware this life style isn't for everyone
only the chosen few can pull it off
this artful existence
this vagabond life
a tiresome gift
from mischievious gods
who see themselves in us
but never mind kid
you are probably a better poet than me anyway
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
a life saver, a hero
he is the kind of guy
who would take
your mind into his
where star trek exist
and where flowers
grow from the stem
he is the kind of guy
who owns a pair
of real eyes that
enables him to see
the truth
he is the kind of guy
who often goes out for a walk
when he feels depressed
and he wouldn't cease until
the sun is finally setting
despite it all,
he's still breathing
he's still staying alive
under the skin everyone dislike
and he keeps radiating positive vibes
all by himself
six months and i still could not
figure out what does everyone not
see in him that i could
which makes me want
to be around him more
he has a funny mind,
but doesn't everyone?
(we are all just ashamed
to show it for we are afraid
of being an outcast in
society's dictionary)
and though he told me twice
how he finds his system an irritant
i still think that it's
what makes me
attracted to him;
his mind is always a mystery
in the most hilarious kind of way
he, my friend, is the person
who takes my pain away
by just breathing and talking to me
and oh how i wish he could see
how much i am thankful to God
that i met him and his
mischievious little mindset
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
Crumbling into dust abhorrent,
In a misery of self esteem in full denial,
Continually reviled in a revolution of nightmares,
Veiled under skylight cloaked in sapphire,
Moonlight taps the tree tops, leaving only pallid illuminations on display,
Revealed the missing link to secret lives,
Fireflies smart provoke an image of light coming out of darkness'shell,
Banners dropped grounded as resilience is lost, in some sort of ridiculous futility!
In a blazing fear of being hurt again,
Chaos runs through muddled brain,,
Pain departed, won't be restarted,
Rain of acid washed away past pain,
'Fess up it's there ain't it grand that someone cares,
With a heart so genuine and warm who blesses you with TLC.....
Maybe you are dozy, maybe you are not,
For you won't accept the mischievious feelings you have got!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
These words may not do justice,
But it's all I've always had,
Now they bear meanings only you and I know.
And I knew that when we ventured far and wide
Through the Roman fields and back,
Exchanging banter and doses of sarcasm,
That you were a special one.
I knew that wasn't the last time I was going to bask
In your radiant smile and that mischievious twinkle in your eye,
As the Universe conspired this connection
To unravel at the perfect time.
Shalini Nayar
(C) 2014 (13.10.14)
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
the wind outside escaped from the latest horror film.
The ring on my finger is making my feet cold.
Darkness from in the hall creeps into the room;
taking over the left over light.
The posters on the wall draw imaginary demons.
It's too black for shadows to exist at all.
Eye lids has never been my choice of movie.
I am afraid I will never see it.
Mischievious kitten attacks the night.
Though he fears the day an it's burning sun.
Raindrops drip a threatening lullaby
nearly pushing my refusing eyes closed.
Though something steals my tired mind,
and keeps me in this solemn wake.
Some slender fingers grasping a pen,
that quickly place on paper, INK.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:25 PM UTC
twenty wiggley toes,
twenty mischievious fingers,
four active legs,
four swinging arms,
four wandering eyes,
four listening ears,
two perky noses,
two pouty lips,
two hungry stomachs,
two learning brains,
two loving hearts that beat to my own,
two loving souls that could have been one,
two beautiful children that I love a ton.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
She's that girl, a dark mystery
A maiden with a blood of royalty
She'll charm you with her lovely smile
And fool you with her childish style
Her mischievious eyes would enchant you
Her untamed curls bears secrets yet won't give you a clue
An angel from the depths of hell
Such beauty she has that I can't tell
You'll never know the enigmatic thoughts that runs in her mind
She may be violent and cranky but someone like her you'll never find
A princess with a loving heart but not weak
She has that tough facade yet not apathetic
Though darkness engulfed her she continues to bloom
Such joy she has despite she's in gloom
A lady with a face that brings chaos to whoever falls for it
Yet believe me she's a blessing you'll certainly be glad to meet
God! How i adore her for the beauty she has that I see
One day she'll be the best person she could ever be
I promise to look after her each step of the way
A guiding light that would never go away
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
today someone asked me what my mother was like
I hesitated
Do I talk about her appearence
About how life and the heat of Jamaica has watered her down to a mere 110 pounds
or about how her lovely mischievious eyes have sunken, aching to escape this world
or maybe about the way she looked at me with pain and remorse because she can't provide a meal
No I should talk about her personality
I should tell them she's very family oriented
She will gladly con any man and spew sweet lies into their ear if it means putting food on the table
And that she loves to dress me up as if I'm a doll and take me out like I'm the only prize she has ever won in her life
I should definitely tell them that she has become the men that hurt her
Now all she does is lie and leave
I will tell them she has given up on all hope of finding true love
And that the only thing that gets her through life is her Bible and a knife
I ponder all these things but I just finally say
"She's nice"
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Hushed mist collects
Under palm fronds enveloped in the night melody
Consisting of crickets, far off moters and the warm heavy sound of contentment.
Orange lights flicker throigh the overgrown trees
Whom drape themselves lovingly over old RVs and quaint trailers.
Those of which house old souls
Content and humoured by their journey through this unexplained world.
And as I sit
Skin already warm from the midnight heat
the crickets my only companions
I wonder if my contentment will measure to these mischievious souls
When I near the end of my journey.
For these moments
Small pleasures
Unexpected uncalled for experiences
Amount to a life worth a thousand laughs.
And what is life?
but laughter light and love
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
I wonder what you'll remember me for..
the sarcastic twist of my mouth or
the mischievious gleam in my eyes.
I wonder what you think of me.
A bundle of cruel surprises or
a woman who skipped growing up.
I wonder what you see me as.
A friend, foe or sweetheart.
Whatever you choose, remember me.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
I looked at you and into your eyes
Seeing the kindness, the fun, the mischievious glint
You looked back, you smiled, you melted my heart
No words were spoken as we just stood there
No words were needed, an embrace we share
As i looked up and you tilted your head
Our lips met together, as a jigsaw with just the right piece
The stirrings i felt, my legs were like lead
Couldnt move from that spot, it felt right to hold on
Still holding, but now you are gone
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
In the silence of the night
Blissful unravelling of the mind
I run down a sand road
The kind they have everywhere
In this forest covered land
Chasing the girl in the white dress
Her hair dancing on her back
She turns to glance at me
I reach out and grab her shoulder
She turns to face me
My reflection smiles at me
Then laughs my laugh
Smiles my smile
With my mischievious smirk on her face
She chuckles
"Tag you're it!"
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
There's a knife in my back
Just about skin deep
It's not noticeable
Just harder to sleep
An uncomfortable nag,
An unnerving chill
As the knife cuts deeper
With the intent to ****
There's a smile on the face,
But a scowl on the heart,
A mischievious instinct
To tear me apart
There's not much to say,
Almost nothing you can do
Then you begin to realize
This behavior is nothing new.
It's happened before
Only in a different light
A forgiving nature
But it's not worth the fight.
You fooled me once,
Shame on you
Fool me twice
I didn't want it to be true
It's a terrible feeling
When someone you could trust
Turns the tables
With their own thoughts of lust
You project onto me
Your own mistakes
The ball is in your court
And you know the stakes
The longer you wait
The further I drift
Your conscience is heavy
And needs a lift.
Communication is the key
That unocks the door to the soul
The only way to take something broken
And start to make it whole
When the lying
And deception begin
Anger and frustration arise
And you're determined to win
Do not stoop
To the level of your peers
Be the bigger person
Prove you're wise beyond your years
Learn to let them go
Out of mind, out of sight
Karma will pay them a visit
Then they'll see you're right
What will you do
When they come back?
Do they make your life better
Or is there something they lack?
The integrity, the morals,
The decency, the good
The simple reasonin
To do what they should
Because you value the life
Of another person, a friend
You appreciate the relationship
And you're there til the end
But they still have the knife
And your scar just faded
When they come back
Only freshly jaded
They beg for forgiveness
Yearn to right the wrong
Although forgetting is much easier
Especailly after waiting so long
It's impossible to regain
What you once had
You realize what you're missing
Too bad, so sad.
You let it go
You didn't care
I was disposible
Even though I was always there
It doesn't matter
What you do or say
They will get rid of you
And you'll want them to stay
Don't you fret
They're gone for a reason
They're not meant to weather your storm
Only weather a season
Their time is up
Their season has come and gone
Keep what you've learned
Smile and say "so long"
Lessons learned
If you love something, you set it free
Turn your back and walk away
Clearly this wasn't meant to be.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
very
very sudden
like the cream whitens coffee
like the sun
explodes on the horizon
like stars appear
before the dark
and the moon
chases the sun
from the sky
like things good
happen
Karma catches you dreaming
kittens are cute and
mischievious
and puppies cute
and the dream
is all those
and more
and can not be
metaphored
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
From the moment I saw you it was love at first sight .
I held you in my arms and cuddled you tight.
Your hair a soft glow of brown,
With little curls softly falling down.
Your eyes angelic as they turned emorald green
Oh and that smile , the most precious smile I had ever seen.
I watched you grow into your own little you.
One of a kind a little mischievious too
The years flew by in what seemed to be in the blink of an eye
I taught you manners, morals, honesty and respect.
For all through your life these are things you should never forget.
I taught you to crawl and how to talk
I taught you to stand before you could walk .
I picked you up when you would fall down
I wiped your tears away and made you smile instead of frown.
You brought so much joy to me you made my life full.
Before I knew it you were headed to school .
I could go on forever with each year that's past
I just wish they hadn't all flown by so fast.
I miss your hugs and your kisses too
I miss my baby boy this I know is true.
I don't know what happened or where I went wrong
I just know you left me and have been gone to long .
Lord I'm nothing without him I'm empty inside.
I wish more than anything he could see the tears I have cried.
He and his sister have turned their backs on me.
They were my reason for living you see
Now all that's left are the memories they must have forgot.
All the struggles and sacrifices, hopefully they will not forget all the things I taught.
The sky above me has turned to grey it use to be so blue.
I have failed as a mother to your sister and you.
You made me a promise you would be out to take care of me one day.
I never dreamed out of anyone that you would be the one to walk away.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC