"misconceive" poems
It’s not the type of ugly, like the bruise on your arm.
It’s the type of ugly is meant to disarm.
It’s brutal, and gut wrenching, and it hurts.
It makes you feel as though you’re constantly trying to avert.
It’ll make you feel numb,
until you’re don’t even recognize who you’ve become.
Once you’ve experienced this ugly, it takes over your life,
reminding you constantly of your strife.
Your failures seem to look you in the face,
with every step forward you seem to take.
It’s got you questioning if you’re taking two steps forward, or back,
it’s got your calm, unaffected, beautiful façade about to crack.
Once you’ve experienced this type of ugly, it’s hard to believe you deserve the beauty
and you start to come off as snooty.
Once you’ve experienced this type of ugly, you’ll think there’s no going back,
that the past will never just be in the past,
but in your future too
stealing your happiness, ruining the true you.
Once you’ve experienced it, everything takes a backseat
even when you want something so bad you can hardly speak.
Once you’ve experienced it, and let yourself suffer,
you have to decide if a second time around is worth it, knowing it’ll be tougher.
You have to see that somehow, when you accept it,
the good times make the bad memories fleeting, even though it’s hard to admit.
This type of ugly will ruin you, but only if you continue to let it.
So fight, because if you’ve experienced this ugly, you’ve already taken the worst hit.
Let yourself believe,
there’s more than just an ugly side, don’t continue to misconceive.
When push comes to shove,
you have to fight to see past the ugly side of love.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:48 PM UTC
oh lila
you are but a child
innocent in your play
building castles of sand
and breaking them down
running in the grass
and staining your jeans
so much chaos
you create
so much destruction
you manifest
oh lila
no one understands you
your simplicity is frustrating
everyone remains hallucinated
everyone remains vexed
your divine play
is but an eastern thought
however
is something we all
misconceive
when our layers are stripped
peeled off from our infinite selves
we will realize
who and what you really are
oh lila
you run our world
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 5:54 AM UTC
Reality hits me
And it ******* kills me
No, please don't say
That you understand
The physical pain
Is sickening, oh
Why can't I be seen
For what I really am?
Well, the thing is
That I actually commit
To the harmless ****
That I care about
Unlike the others
That don't seem to care
They quit, cancel, flit
I can't help but think that it's unfair
Don't you miss me
Don't you notice my absence
Don't you care
That I'm not there?
I hate the crowds
They misconceive how
I express myself
When I'm just the same as everyone else
Or am I?
Who the **** cares?
Let me be who I want to be
Let me do something satisfactory
No, you don't understand
I'm sorry but it's true
You can't sympathise with me
When you don't have a clue...
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
As he grew he looked and desired,
others had more and he was tired.
Possession became his love and soul,
all those heaps could never fill the hole.
Glimpse the depts to find the cure.
We are here to Endure.
What did they do to deserve what they get?
His heart ached, he could never forget.
He wanted it more, he deserved much better.
He made his mind a filthy place to litter.
Pat your shoulder and reassure.
We are here to Endure.
Shunned by the universe,
he rose in a heroic verse.
Thought everyone else was bleak,
to himself did he lie and cheat.
Admit that you're insecure.
We are here to Endure.
He was hurt and he was blamed
he was never reclaimed.
At every turn he became aggressive.
Offended world would misconceive.
Repent, forgive and feel secure.
We are here to Endure.
Pressure drove him to frustration;
His yearning became his passion.
Disordered desire bind him in slavery.
Suffered he, in shame, sadness and misery.
Redirection is a manure.
We are here to Endure.
Low self esteem put him through hell,
disquiet apatite became his shell.
Departed away from the Divine.
Impoverishment and disgrace is a sign.
Abstinence will seize epicure.
We are here to Endure.
Failure left him without traction;
murmuring the songs of wishful imagination.
Dreams he sought are his anchor,
glued to the couch, he just hanker.
Without diligence you're immature.
We are here to Endure.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
FAUST. My sweet beloved child, don't misconceive
My meaning! Who dare says God's name?
Who dares to claim
That he believes in God?
And whose heart is so dead
That he has ever boldly said:
No, I do not believe?
Embracing all things,
Holding all things in being,
Does he not hold keep
You, me, even Himself?
Is not the heavens' great vault up there on high,
And here below, does not the earth stand fast?
Do everlasting stars, gleaming with love,
Not rise above us through the sky?
Are we not here and gazing eye to eye?
Oh, fill your heart right up with all of this,
And when you're brimming over the bliss
Of such a feeling, call it joy, or your heart, or love, or God!
I have no name for it. The feeling's all there is:
The name's mere noise and smoke - what does it do
But cloud the heavenly radiance?
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Respect is something everyone can do
Ages is just a number between me and you
I may be young
but I am definitely not dumb
I form my own opinions
but you don't stop to listen
No words i say can ever compare
Because you are not fair
Older does not mean you are smarter
that's the starter
I sit there and respectfully decline
how your ideas differ from mine
But I don't know.. because I'm young
and all i can do is hold my tongue
Because you won't listen
I won't voice my opinion
You will never know what I have to say
Or know what great things it may convey
If you can't respect me
then I choose to agree to disagree
I will not sit there and be put down
You make me want to shut down
my ideas are what I believe
But whatever I think, you misconceive
Don't yell at me
For being what makes me, me
Respect is something EVERYONE can achieve.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
My minds made up of static
I think you wired me wrong
Programmed to misconceive
And it’s now been far too long
Misdirection
my profession
words dance on the lips of lovers
your hips, my finger tips
keeping it under covers
To some degree
we’re low key
But I’m seeing it in black and white
For the first time tonight
Starry eyes and lullabies
Lost in electricity
And it’s hard to breathe when
You sparked a fire inside of me
Disappeared in the darkness
And I am tangled in your wires
Lost with no escape
To save me from this fire
Please come back
Whoa Whoa
Please come back
Whoa whoa
This fire burns for you
This fire burns for you
And without you I’m just static
And without you I’m just static
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Allow me to be naked around you,
Adjust to the sudden change in atmosphere,
If you will.
Grasp at fleeting understanding,
Until it leaves your consciousness forever.
The chase, that chase for understanding.
That urge, the traces of that hurt.
Turned me into a *****
Don’t misconceive my nakedness for desperation.
I am this,
Transparent, clear-minded.
Take me as you will.
Or leave me as you may.
I am still right here.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Because I’m too cynical,
Love for me is a disturbing thing, very critical
Hanging out like thieves,
Some people tend to misconceive
Lying continuously not to be hurt, how shameful
It’s hard to be bold in that bad condition, be careful
I was about to step backward from a trap called romance,
But you bumped me and that was over, I lost the chance
I can't describe my feelings using words or drawings
Calling you without reason, ended up as a misunderstanding
Telling you trivial jokes,
Causing you to choke
There are many embarrassing moments,
But I'm always getting a nice treatment
So this is love, even though I want this desperately
I can’t have it easily
I should practice how to speak nicely,
Cause there are so many coincidences that was planned accidentally
I already believed in love at first sight,
But the canvas that I tried to erase was ruined before twilight
Even though I open the book again, I'm always on the same page
You made a mark on my life, feels like I'm on stage
My life is like a made-up fantasy
But before I forget, I was writing about my story without reading a book or a movie.
Eventually, we became nobody
We used to be the closest but I just heard your apology
I shouldn’t loved you reticently
Sadness is overflowing even though I try to accept it bravely
Tell me what is more important, pride or prejudice?
There's nothing wrong in love, but I need justice
People changes as time goes by,
And you already put a period by saying goodbye
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Don’t make a negative decision
On someone else’s religion
Based on what you might find
Inside the blogs posted online
And then be quick to criticize
Based on half-truths and lies
Without first taking a look
At that religion’s Holy Book
I’m somewhat confused
By what I’m hearing in the news
Muslims should be disqualified
Or have their access denied
From the office of president
And I know he said what he meant
But why are we listenin’ to him
When he doesn’t even know a Muslim
Holding the Constitution over religion
Suggests that we have the final decision
But don’t we say that it’s in God we trust
So what does that say about him or us
If there’s no place for God at the table
And the lack of faith is what makes us able
To discern what’s wrong from right
Whether to make peace or continue to fight
If we believe in separation of church and state
How did we enter into this debate
When it doesn’t matter what we believe
And that is the point that they misconceive
While pretending to be holier than thou
And determining who to forbid or allow
Into the highest office of the land
While the seeds of discord they continue to fan
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC