"misconstruction" poems

you draw your self hatred out like a kid draws out small pictures and play double dutch with the hands on a clock, knowing how unsafe it is out there, flirting with death and flicking me off when i wrote out the reasons why you should stay, that this autumn fallout is only a misconstruction of your mind's witching hour, that dystopia won't linger and utopia will be home soon, it will blossom into your lungs and turn the simplicity of your broken soul into something completely quintessential and complex, like an origami rabbit, i fold my sharp edges and twist myself to be malleable and secure for you, maybe i'm not too certain of myself or you, but i'm not too certain on a lot of subjects, i'm worried of being thrown into the arsonist world you started, covering up the sky with black dense fog, the type of fog that would happen only in dangerous wildfires i'm a controlled wildfire, but i let my fire spread just to help control your fire - kra

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC

screampoetry

origami rabbits

you draw your self hatred out like a kid draws out small pictures and play double dutch with the hands on a clock, knowing how unsafe it is out there, flirting with death and flicking me off when i wrote out the reasons why you should stay, that this autumn fallout is only a misconstruction of your mind's witching hour, that dystopia won't linger and utopia will be home soon, it will blossom into your lungs and turn the simplicity of your broken soul into something completely quintessential and complex, like an origami rabbit, i fold my sharp edges and twist myself to be malleable and secure for you, maybe i'm not too certain of myself or you, but i'm not too certain on a lot of subjects, i'm worried of being thrown into the arsonist world you started, covering up the sky with black dense fog, the type of fog that would happen only in dangerous wildfires i'm a controlled wildfire, but i let my fire spread just to help control your fire - kra

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born underwater a ****** to the birth of creation complacent verses bathing in lakes wasted her patience ocean poems emotive prose the notions grow breast strokes sowed in silly string civilized sovereignty divinity’s reliance divided by Earth’s dire needs fires breathe regardless of the rain she breeds seeds beneath the sand hold no reason to lie in wake so we speak in foreign tongues with dominance a mistake to take her language for another world visions died with imminence and grandiosity a coliseum’s misconstruction catalyzed combustion’s coldest counterculture living within the wind sinning stings it’s singularity glaring stares impaired all sages of their clarity careful conscious turned rotten swimming in the toxins glossy water robs apostles of oxygen filtered riddles fiddled this conviction’s symmetry & now the god’s live in ignorance and misery crimson skies abysmal cries they’re looking at the ground astounded to the loud doubts that overpower clouds powdered optometry devoured flowers of their solitude another rotten petal for every sentiment left misunderstood confused prisoners gifted with the write to think proles sentenced to wonder why the caged bird sings a paradox of broken thoughts to question it’s intentions matter undermined the undefined enlightenment spirals in the light comprise a present tense evanescent destination sensei keep I humble so many stripes up in my wavelengths widowed endorphins scrape the pain away balanced chemically an efficacy of electricity many marvel but the master’s prophecy is destiny

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Dec 1, 2013

Dec 1, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC

ayetrayn

white skies

born underwater a ****** to the birth of creation complacent verses bathing in lakes wasted her patience ocean poems emotive prose the notions grow breast strokes sowed in silly string civilized sovereignty divinity’s reliance divided by Earth’s dire needs fires breathe regardless of the rain she breeds seeds beneath the sand hold no reason to lie in wake so we speak in foreign tongues with dominance a mistake to take her language for another world visions died with imminence and grandiosity a coliseum’s misconstruction catalyzed combustion’s coldest counterculture living within the wind sinning stings it’s singularity glaring stares impaired all sages of their clarity careful conscious turned rotten swimming in the toxins glossy water robs apostles of oxygen filtered riddles fiddled this conviction’s symmetry & now the god’s live in ignorance and misery crimson skies abysmal cries they’re looking at the ground astounded to the loud doubts that overpower clouds powdered optometry devoured flowers of their solitude another rotten petal for every sentiment left misunderstood confused prisoners gifted with the write to think proles sentenced to wonder why the caged bird sings a paradox of broken thoughts to question it’s intentions matter undermined the undefined enlightenment spirals in the light comprise a present tense evanescent destination sensei keep I humble so many stripes up in my wavelengths widowed endorphins scrape the pain away balanced chemically an efficacy of electricity many marvel but the master’s prophecy is destiny

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Thus on my genesis Love's fought Regret My Ardent Sire whose Merits installed These English Gifts whom I have thanked just yet Carried Misconstruction; And docked the Fine Toll This that Penance be my Honest Attempt Yet still besieged in case of Bad Timing The Gold I carry an Issue I Contempt Will try once more to Win his Best Blessing My how the Fortunes some drive the Mind mad And took my Heart back to a Wildman's State This cannot continue; Much have I had Sponge this Circled Self back to my Constraint. The Human in me, the Cause of my Lone And Sister's Reason I banged on the Phone.

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Mar 12, 2013

Mar 12, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC

xavier-paolo-josh-mandreza

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: JESUS ***** C. MANDREZA JR.

Thus on my genesis Love's fought Regret My Ardent Sire whose Merits installed These English Gifts whom I have thanked just yet Carried Misconstruction; And docked the Fine Toll This that Penance be my Honest Attempt Yet still besieged in case of Bad Timing The Gold I carry an Issue I Contempt Will try once more to Win his Best Blessing My how the Fortunes some drive the Mind mad And took my Heart back to a Wildman's State This cannot continue; Much have I had Sponge this Circled Self back to my Constraint. The Human in me, the Cause of my Lone And Sister's Reason I banged on the Phone.

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The bridge of trust smashed by bad judgement. It was made of bamboo anyway. A stone bridge would have stronger foundations to withstand this indiscretion. Would the deep cracks limit it's resurrection? I've rebuilt my side of the bridge but your side has drifted away down stream due to the earlier misconstruction. The shaky understructure unable to withstand the bamboo obliteration.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC

rh-78

Untitled

The bridge of trust smashed by bad judgement. It was made of bamboo anyway. A stone bridge would have stronger foundations to withstand this indiscretion. Would the deep cracks limit it's resurrection? I've rebuilt my side of the bridge but your side has drifted away down stream due to the earlier misconstruction. The shaky understructure unable to withstand the bamboo obliteration.

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i The inferno I go into, as I shalt not be burnt by hurting arrow's A being born of love, taking shuttle from a dove, passing the cup, As Ill-will circle's me, the contempt of many tryeth to ****** me As I'm loosed from their naysaying, to their gameplaying anger. ii Anew I wilt linger, in this round spinning ball, giving beauty of forgiveness and awe, showing other's the light of God, as the prey wilt lacerate, as angels to me shalt emancipate me of daily aching and nightly heartbreaking, for tis this spirit's overcoming all . iii I seeith the real between the false,i seeith the idol's the crowd worship's like a mob, I seeith the murderous bigotry of word's gone wrong, I seeith mineself singing a heavenly song, a comeback from the bygone's, a holder of many vision's. iv Overriding superstition, giving authenticity between dreaming wishes, not listening to misconstruction, letting mine conscience alive from allegation, moving mine wing's, nation to nation, giving the true one's an invitation, cometh one, cometh all. v Smiling wide, not changing what and who I am, spiritual by birth, though this place, a man, not saying I won't, to things I canst, a wonderful show, of graceful stand, and even if I'm a one man band, (which I shalt not be,) I'll keepeth on smiling, for I am me.... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry

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Jul 26, 2015

Jul 26, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Ego me, et fugies { For i am me, and i shalt fly} latin tongue

i The inferno I go into, as I shalt not be burnt by hurting arrow's A being born of love, taking shuttle from a dove, passing the cup, As Ill-will circle's me, the contempt of many tryeth to ****** me As I'm loosed from their naysaying, to their gameplaying anger. ii Anew I wilt linger, in this round spinning ball, giving beauty of forgiveness and awe, showing other's the light of God, as the prey wilt lacerate, as angels to me shalt emancipate me of daily aching and nightly heartbreaking, for tis this spirit's overcoming all . iii I seeith the real between the false,i seeith the idol's the crowd worship's like a mob, I seeith the murderous bigotry of word's gone wrong, I seeith mineself singing a heavenly song, a comeback from the bygone's, a holder of many vision's. iv Overriding superstition, giving authenticity between dreaming wishes, not listening to misconstruction, letting mine conscience alive from allegation, moving mine wing's, nation to nation, giving the true one's an invitation, cometh one, cometh all. v Smiling wide, not changing what and who I am, spiritual by birth, though this place, a man, not saying I won't, to things I canst, a wonderful show, of graceful stand, and even if I'm a one man band, (which I shalt not be,) I'll keepeth on smiling, for I am me.... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry

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realizing my worth and value in people's lives made me aware that you are not the loss i am. when people let go of me i hold myself responsible for it and begin reminiscing on everything you have done for me. instead, i should think about how much i have sacrificed for people how valuable my relationship to some really is. i should know my value and stop bringing myself down for others. i am back from months of misconstruction and rebuttal. back from hours and days of crying to the memories of you. back to my whole self;

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Dec 16, 2017

Dec 16, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC

cindy_tohme

welcome back

realizing my worth and value in people's lives made me aware that you are not the loss i am. when people let go of me i hold myself responsible for it and begin reminiscing on everything you have done for me. instead, i should think about how much i have sacrificed for people how valuable my relationship to some really is. i should know my value and stop bringing myself down for others. i am back from months of misconstruction and rebuttal. back from hours and days of crying to the memories of you. back to my whole self;

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The things we grow tired of were the same things we once love and adore, in our relationships Their faces, their smell and their voices What a turned off: what a misconstruction these little things turn out to be....

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC

darknbeautiful-1

Growing Pains..

The things we grow tired of were the same things we once love and adore, in our relationships Their faces, their smell and their voices What a turned off: what a misconstruction these little things turn out to be....

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Outlines of a bird Flying, but unstirred In the bleak presence Of phosphorescence! Knots untying themselves Loud ringing bells Emanating petrichor On the luminous floor! Construction deconstruction Misconstruction misconception Blocks above blocks Clocks! Moving clocks! On the whole It is a black box Ready to go down the hole Without a key, but with infinite locks Encrypted Decrypted Protected Unprotected Waves after waves Castles made of clays! Ready for the outburst Ready to explode To find a body, to be the first To walk on the forlorn road Search is on For the companion The illusionary ally Turns out to be an alter-ego Unstoppable flow! Unraveling mazes, Retracing the traces There are too many places With a multitude of faces Its a frantic search From the inside It is the soul searching for a soul!!

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Dec 8, 2017

Dec 8, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC

RaveZenker

Chaos

Outlines of a bird Flying, but unstirred In the bleak presence Of phosphorescence! Knots untying themselves Loud ringing bells Emanating petrichor On the luminous floor! Construction deconstruction Misconstruction misconception Blocks above blocks Clocks! Moving clocks! On the whole It is a black box Ready to go down the hole Without a key, but with infinite locks Encrypted Decrypted Protected Unprotected Waves after waves Castles made of clays! Ready for the outburst Ready to explode To find a body, to be the first To walk on the forlorn road Search is on For the companion The illusionary ally Turns out to be an alter-ego Unstoppable flow! Unraveling mazes, Retracing the traces There are too many places With a multitude of faces Its a frantic search From the inside It is the soul searching for a soul!!

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