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Hadiy Syakir Mar 2018
Maybe it's for you but not for me, but who knows?

When will the time stop and give way to the paradoxical space that will shove the soul out of its life, eventually?

Tend to think that the archetypal white collar worker is what you should be before you delve into the reality?

Jumped into the ripest chord of a void song, and you found nothing but truth and perplexity?

Threw yourself into the wilderness but you are still deprived of happiness, only peace, filled with emptiness?

Crashed the mental into bi-polarizing set of uncertainty and sanity, driving everything towards the ravine of confusion and misinterpretation?

Dropped the last sweat of joy and contentment before you discover the eventuality, pessimistic value of the whole context?  

Until the ultimate full stop appears, will you understand what is the whole story is all about?
P E Kaplan Feb 2014
They will meet again,
the sensitive, weary, nervous,
daughter and her mother the same.

They will meet again,
to talk, to listen, to sidestep the usual
misperception, misinterpretation, miscommunication.

They will meet again,
and acknowledge their identical desire to be understood
forgiven, accepted without judgement.

They will meet again,
their tender, hearts, needing a gentle reminder;
knowing they must never, ever, give up on Love.
Debra in Silence Dec 2017
I'm sweating your ******* out of my skin and I'm soaking in it
I'm soaking
My soggy misinterpretation
Your narcissism is sublime
Above and beyond the call of duty
You're shoving it down my throat and I can't
back up
back up

Matt Mar 18
Words are a frozen thought that captures a moment
misinterpretation of the beautiful moments is saddening
not for me but for the word itself
A word can only be what you believe it to be
its only identity is given
this is what leads to the slander of a word
it's not anyone's fault nor the words
a simple by product of each of us living seperate lives
sad still though to watch a beautiful moment be given the wrong word
my thoughts on why I began this page, to express a word
Donnie Ray Jun 18
Oh...  Here you are, alas.
I was in this misinterpretation,
that somewhat your arrival at this house of past, might haunt you.
And so your arrival was nothing more than a myth to me.
But no, you have proved me wrong like you always did.
Did you notice the wall, I knew you had a fascination for the limbo, draped with the designs of floral, more of pink and less of blue I guess??
See, I told ya, I knew ya,
But you never removed the blindfold of cheat, and lached onto his charms.
He, surely was the backpiper of your heart.
Speaking of the backpiper how is he??
Your love....
Is he still having his floral print shirt and blue coat on, the day you left with him.
He is way more good looking than me
Tall as his righteousness, tanned as the the king, moustache rounded up to the nexus,  aryan featurette to the peak and money spoke more than he himself.
God,  I kew your love... the song your heart played.
My heart did play some music but mostly it was the song of rememberance.
Was I even the half if what he is??
I don't know...  But I did lose the only woman that I thought I had gripped.
And yes you have proved me wrong like you have always did.
I was a hardly a man like him, and I knew for myself that I would hardly keep you the way, he might.
But that said my love for you, my dearest ex wife, would not die.
Even though, while you read this, and I might be sleeping in my tomb,
You will hear the presence of my voice in this room.
Yes the room,  where you and I were about to share a bed.
That might not change,  I told the painter to keep as it is,  
Sometimes fondling with your scar might set you feel right.
Oh by the way,  you told me to frame the windowpane wood,  and so I did.
It was hard to tell my neice that you left....
He really loved you and felt it when he called you chotoma..
I feel bad for him.
I know that ma is no more on a talking terms with you....  She will be fine as the day passes by....  You know she lost a son and my brother is all she has now...
Just give her some time.
My letter is at its finest,  it's just the one thing I had to say..  If any day you think of coming to my tomb,  please bring a hibiscus in my name.
Pricers Feb 11
I know it would be a lie that I want so it's a lie I will die for one day my demise awaits reply it knows the answers too for they father (slash arm upwards from side) then they see for themselves that it was a lie but the ghost told all so there's no misinterpretation
Diana Sep 2018
Just for a second
Can we go back
To the ways of our youth

Just for a second
Can guys and girls
Sit around and just talk
Without any ****** tension
Permeating the air

Can we just be content
With listening to one another
Diving deeper and deeper
Into conversations
That are so deep and complex
A Milky Way feels threatened

Can I just smile
Genuinely smile
Not one that twists my lips upwards
And reaches my eyes
But with my soul
Without having another
Mistake my kindness
For anything more
Than it is

Just for a second
Can I stop having to analyze
Another's actions
Or my own
In fear of rejection
Or misinterpretation

Just for a second
Can we go back
To the ways of our youth
To simplicity
To authenticity
Back to when
I was just a girl
And you were just a boy
Without hormones or society
Affecting our interactions
Back to the ways of our youth
I miss innocent conversations and interactions that don't involve anything other than the words that come from another's mouth and their actions because innocence masks a lot of things.
AsJay Feb 25
Look into my eyes, what do you see?
I bet you’ll say my pupil
Standing there looking straight through me
I must be invisible to you people

I wish my actions reflected the extent
Innocence and the pain I’m causing
To all of the people in my past and present
I’m sorry for being a burden

Distancing is the only option
For me when I’ve caused such grief
Promise me you won’t show any emotion
Everyone’s stay is already brief

I’m sick of being the person to explain
Everything I mean when I’m mistaken
At the breaking point time and time again
It all comes down to misinterpretation

I don’t understand why I’m so naive
Is it me or am I the sole confusion
Don’t be the person that chooses to grieve
When I become another fusion

Look at me now, I’m like an eagle
Soaring as I knew I would
Listen to the wind and hear my call
If only I had been understood
SassyJ Jul 30
Dear one,
Another day has come and nearly gone. Yet my body is lighted, pledging for an embrace.….. that laughter. I picture your soul so vividly, It's hues are unconcealed and vulnerable. There was a time I lost you in the horizons that surmounts all. What if? I gather courage and all there is and make that move. Will I be stumbled or murmured on. It's not that I can't do it, I truly do. However, I cant gauge your standoffish insight. Or is it my mere misinterpretation of what is felt and unseen.

You are ethereal, an old soul of some sorts. There is a time in the olden days when all seemed to be sure. When the world was on our side. Far beyond any topography and race, none of those expectations bore it. At times when my soul calls and recalls you, you seem to stand in front of me. How I wish you could read these words. See my sincere thoughts deep within, those that like words that echo in the deepest forest range. Those that look like all the beauty that you bear.

If there were April rains, I would stand there with you and awash the whole I bear. If there were three words then I will say " I love you". So when the night draws and the moon winds as it wanes. Look up to the stars and see your form embodied in there. Only there I will be, finding my way in the dark to you. At the mid point of it all, our electric essences will uniform. As always, as we do in another dimension. How I wish you could recall and find my way to me dear one. I will write until you find your way to me.

A soul resonance with someone soul form. TS

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