"misjudge" poems
time and tide waits for none
nor does the soldier of the battle won
swift as the light that pass
the mist crept the landmass
thunder and lightning left out
when the major called out
ahoy! all brave men
the sons of the Ganges terrain
reach out to the far north
where the enemy slept forth
show no mercy for you'l receive none
feel no pain and march as one
here's the ensign to raise up aloft
think of the weary deeds that you've got
let the din of cannon shred
the rhythm to carry you in right tread
never panic when the men grew wear
wave the standard to shook the fear
never misjudge the foe as weak
but remember your oath to our peak
never fall when ponderous struck
never halt when stark strike
fight till your warmth is turned icy
then the hawkish eyes will see
the unbeaten soul stamped on Indian lads
the mortal's robes you 've clad
holds the blessings of thousand
which will retain your soul and
spirit even when the tricolor is laid
on the honored graves made
hold tightly like limpet
till success is met
march brave Indians with gusto
and show them you are a maestro
draw your sword across
to pierce the devil's heart across
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Teacup, you probably don't know this but I'm fighting
trying to find a way to make you happy, to brighten your day,
but the lighting is out of place, and I've been facing demons alone.
Teacup, home is everything that's by your side, so don't try to hide,
please don't say goodbye because I'm running out of answers,
the question dances in my mind, how much more can I take
was I one of your mistakes, did I misjudge the situation I'm in.
Teacup, you probably don't know this but I'm fighting
trying to find a way to make you smile, even if it's just for a while
I would survive the wild just with the thought of your smile.
Everything positive I have felt, has started with meeting you,
so renew the starting hand we've been dealt and find a new way
to overcome the lightning, the clouds and the thunder.
Bring us closer under the spell of love.
Teacup, you probably don't know this but I'm fighting
but I'm losing you and it's scaring me...
I'm fighting but I'm losing you...
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC
gives exquisite attention
speaks with grace
flowing through the room
touching everyone
Groundhog day
six weeks later
telling you your life story
though you might have just met
I tell my son be careful son,
(also reminding this heart of mine,
you'd better not walk that line)
Look in the eyes
there's a white light shinning
focused right on you
feels so good
easy to misjudge what you're seeing
easy to take for granted
The day it's going to come
The white light blinking out
The exquisite attention
somewhere else
(This heart of mine, I put on notice)
I also tell my son,
be careful.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
As evolution jumped from eon to eon,
the foundational hunger to remain
surpassed all bounds this great celestial
has ever witnessed in its cosmic disturbance.
How must Mars and Jupiter, these stars in the sky
view the deep blue that flooded the desolate,
a clump of collected debris basking in the ultraviolet,
unable to resist the presence of life, ever-so unwanted
and needless to exist? For our neighbors in the sky,
glancing our way in their soulless façade,
they gossip to their peers about the news over here,
the autumnal shift from emerald to bronze,
willows who wept in the heat of summer days,
dandelions dotting the ridges of a rolling hillside,
at times dipping their toes in the whispering waters
of a backyard creek caressing the moss
atop smooth and shimmering stones.
From nothing you surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything you share your entities,
the very body you call your own, the breath
you maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
you find yourself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
How fortunate we are to find ourselves here
in a sea of tumultuous chaos, conscious and
ever-so present in the discovery of knowledge.
To look to the past through a tubular lens
and remain unknowing of time’s present state,
the physical probabilities of potentials unforeseen
bending the rays of time to juxtapose new and old;
reality remains a pervasive illusion
evading the grasps of human cognition. Our
consciousness supersedes the premise of us all,
but our curiosity quivers in the breath of the
meaningless; how could something so rare
and inconceivable surmount to nothing more
than the imminent emergence of an empty abyss?
We must never misjudge the reign of the cosmos,
lose all hope that nothing awaits --
this I will not believe.
From nothing I surged as entropy evermore,
and from everything I share my entities,
the very body I call my own, the breath
I maintain in this cyclical palindrome;
as mere extensions of the singularity’s core,
I find myself in this position of awe,
gazing at the consequences never meant to be seen.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
(for my daughter, Mary Ann, soon fourteen)
I was eleven years old when I first had something taken from me. My parents were still married and my two younger brothers had not yet chosen to choose differently which one they’d live with. My dog had not yet been made lame by a falling fat man who’d taken the gift of my father’s strange rage square on the nose. And my older sister had yet to misjudge her jump from a moving train. No, none of these things, whether they happened or not how I’ve remembered, had happened.
I was eleven years old and in love with an old red bike. It had a license plate that obnoxiously read Go Now Mega which I’d scratched at with a fork and so became Gnome. I would fail my whole life to accomplish a thing greater. Before school, I’d walk the bike carefully to the end of our short drive and then seat myself on it and be still. I would often be so perfect in my stillness that I’d forego riding it and just listen for the bus and at the last possible moment walk the bike, still carefully, back into the garage and cringe at the sound the kickstand made when lowered. If ever school didn’t go my way I’d think of the bike, alone, in the garage and be calmed. When I did ride the bike, I did so slowly and deliberately that I could feel my soul get a bit ahead of me. On the best mornings, I would have for company a bed sheet of fog which made me want to fake being asleep on the couch while my mother and father milled back and forth about who would carry me to bed.
The bike had come with the rental house we moved into just shy of my tenth birthday. The house was a three bedroom one floor with one bathroom and what felt like two kitchens. I was too close to my hands and feet to now recall any vision that might tell me how these rooms were mapped though I’ve always held aloft the word blueprint. I should tell you that what I previously called a garage was actually our backyard and that our backyard was really the backyard of those living in the house behind ours. I didn’t want you to know right away who took the bike. Who’ve no imagination.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
Getting left behind
Not being loved
No one understanding
No one caring are my fears
I had a dream I was lost
No one tried to find me
No one cared
No one listened, understood
Feeling left out
Feeling like no one understands
Feeling like No one can hear me when I’m screaming to be heard
Destructive behavior I have
Wishing I could change
Wishing I could make it better
Wishing for another chance
Wishing for someone who will come and save me from myself.
my fears
not being heard
being left behind
not being understood
no one caring.
how can I disappear? Make people understand.
Disappear from
this world
Show people what it's like to worry, misunderstand, not care.
my fears,
people laugh
people tease
people misjudge
people misunderstand me.
Behind my back, they laugh, tease, hurt, so I can't see them. It hurts.
Now, I hide this pain in my heart making sure no one sees my hurt.
Pretending to be someone I'm not.
Trying so hard to fit in, to cover the scars, trying
so hard, to be liked by you.
My feelings disappearing
No regrets
Hoping no one resents me.
After my dream ended, I wondered...
What am I leaving..
When I leave here?
The pain I've caused. The hurt,the disappointments, the worries
Hoping, now people understand, people miss, people hear me, and others
Forgetting all: all the pain, and hurt
I learned to hide inside, buried deep in my heart. No way out
My fears...are these..
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
people always talk too much
and I try to sleep anyway
but silence is hard to come by
and you must silence
everything
with a knife.
(purebred aggressiveness
is preferable to casual ******
even when solace arrives
in the morning,
as punctual as the mail,
your bloodstained hands
have still come away empty
and you still want to be held.
(too bad you don't let nobody
touch you, too bad they get the idea
after the riposte to the heart)
Of course they have survived it;
we lived in a civilized day and age,
after all,but they will still
steal furtive glances at you,
like they're waiting for something to
drain away the remaining time
until you next explode.
it's a fair price to pay
for the skill to breathe words
like mere ambient gases,
for free thought
and a good pen.
at least , I fell for it.
I was never good at bartering,
and what more could I ask
than to wield words?
and so the cycle continues!
life,death,ashes to egg,egg to
firebird,
firebird to ashes.
people will continue to
misjudge where they've stabbed you
and you will continue to
obediently burn all letters
and end up
listening
to Thom Yorke sing about
cheap *** and sad films.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
Another day has passed by
The moon illuminates up high
Shining through the window's blinds
The cold wind begun to crawl behind
The crickets I hear made me unknot
Such a stressful day for a youth
A day of harrassment became so blunt
A part of me was lost like a missing tooth
I was intimidated by the fact
The truth that I was bullied by the society
Daggers of words are still intact
Cornering me in a room full of despondency
I let people disgust me
I let them misjudge my sincerity
I let the day becomes my misery
I let the day becomes the night of melancholy
Tick-tock-tick-tock
Here it comes, it's three o'clock
It's time for happiness until five
It's the moment of being alive
Finally, I have found peace
Where my heart is feeling glee
In a jocund room that I please
A room that has Him and me
It was then three o'clock;
where my soul peacefully lays
Wandering like a soft cloud
And the chirping of birds play
I thank God for being loved.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
Picking you up
Tears fall down my face
As I look into your eyes
The ones I once loved
There is nothing.
Holding you in mid air
I ask, "WHY?"
Angry and hurt, I curse you
It was my heart, my heart
Not yours....never yours.
The beautiful smiles
The innocent heart
Dying just to be loved
Lips like that of rose petals
No other soul so complete.
As I hold you in my hands
The reflection I see, is not you
Lest mine eyes misjudge the reflection
It is evil that lurks about you
Slithering through your veins.
Afraid of my discovery
I fall to my knees
Asking God for the forgiveness
Of the crime I am about to commit
Killing the only one I ever truly loved.
Holding you higher, I glare into your eyes
Once what was beautiful, is now evil
I loved you, I needed you, you killed me
Now your death awaits you
Here in my own loving hands.
As I lower you into my arms
I look deep into your eyes
The Porcelain doll I once loved
Who's beauty captivated the world
Most of all, captured my heart.
Your head I bash onto the floor
Awaiting to hear you scream
Each time I bash, I yell every word
that reminds me of who you truly are
Deceitful, liar, dishonest, and fake.
To your death I take you
Leaving you no time to beg
As for me, I am once again complete
Knowing that you cannot hurt me anymore
I am strong, and I will survive.
As for you, my sweet, little porcelain doll
You shall forever be nothing more
Than pieces of my life that I ripped apart
thrown into a plastic bag
Buried in your favorite rose garden.
Everyday as I walk passed this garden
That we so lovingly planted together
I smile, not in remembrance of you
But in remembrance of the life
you gave to me, and the death I gave to you....
My little Porcelain Doll.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 11:41 AM UTC
A powerful paw strikes the earth
Strong since your day of birth
A spat of dust arises
A cloud that disguises
A future with you in it that is bright
You who is bathed in divine light
For those who misjudge
And appear to begrudge
Your luminous essence
Most evident in your presence
Simply put, they are not needed
And for you, these words are to be heeded
Just as orchestral sounds swell with the howling song of oboe
The world, too, swells from your howling song, for U R Lobo
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
Currently I'm locked up, in this stupid hospital, baby on the way and no father in sight.
Sadly its my fault & my fate, love didn't love me, love beat and misjudge me, now thou I had time to think.
Reflect and it's come to the conclusions that we maybe wasn't meant to be.
God how his touch sent me raven mad...
How his kisses drove me to loose myself, his arms strong & tight around me hugging squeezing and caressing me. his lustful ****** hurting yet I'd beg for more,
his legs entwined with mines and our lips locked while tongues fought to be the main concubine!
Friendship then lovers, lovers becoming boyfriend & girlfriend, then we planned to walk down the aisle. Man & wife!
Trusting in disbelief. until the lies seemed so real...
Until the mornings mingled with night...
Until my body cried out for peace...
******** release even when I didn't want him to- he'd plead & take what was now not given.
Hurting from black & blue eyes that never cry,
not anymore.....
God how his touch sent me raven mad... (running fast when I could)
How his kisses drove me to loose myself-RESPECT,
his arms strong & tight around me hugging squeezing
MY THROAT -
caressing me in to submission .
His lustful ****** hurting- I'd beg him to STOP...
His legs entwined with mines and he wresltes me to the bed...
Our lips locked,
I'd try to bite- while we fought...
Currently I'm locked up, in this stupid hospital,
baby on the way and no father in sight.
Have to be here until I give birth....
My love (for him) was my undoing.....
My curse is siting here staring at these walls....
I'd rather he mistreated me all over again.... Cuz I still sadly love him
(yet again I now know better)
Love hurt me, mistreated me & used me....
Misjudge me......
Love abused me and took all my will away ....
Left in it's wake-
A Baby's on HIS way!
(I don't believe in "love" anymore)
Feb 2011
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 2:19 AM UTC
You only judge;
Or misjudge, the minimal effort you saw while my mind was gagged and bound
The many breakdowns you were a part of where no fix could be found
And the deluged of tears you hardly stuck around long enough to see hit the ground
You never asked;
About the profound effort of simply starting a day on the day priors rebound
About the countless cries that tried to break through the red tape but never found sound
Or about the tears I was told weren't allowed to form with other people around
Leaving me to question;
Can a life be built on the middle ground?
I guess the more important question is,
Do you desire to turn this thing around?
Is there any interest,
What-so-ever,
In seeing if a middle can even be found?
I'd appreciate your response but don't expect to see one come around
Fool heartedly yours,
The Crying Clown
©2024
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
I am not normal
I am something different
I am something unique
I am a tide of change
'Cause in a place I live
It's okay to be who you want
It's okay to choose who you are
It's okay to love who you like
And it's okay to ne true to you
'Cause I have grown up in a garden of love
Far away from the fists of hatred
Far away from the eyes of misjudge
Far away from the jaws of insult
Far away from minds too old
'Cause I have nurtured in the hands of god
I preach to love all the same
I plead to break all the barriers
And for once realize
We are all the same blood and flesh
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Don't misjudge me
Don't be scared
I just have a broken heart
Yet to be repaired
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
So many things to look at – pretty
Girls with short hair, long hair,
Brunettes and blondes
Short and tall – they have secrets
They’ve got them all
The nice ones, too stuck on plans
To ever be free, college and marriage
Is all the dreams the see
The tall ones, those with
Beautiful smiles and smoking bodies
Their lights blotted out by insecurities
But who of them will look through me
And who can see the person
That I’d truly wish to be
I stand here, waiting for something
In between it all; someone who
Sees me for that which I am
A girl that doesn’t run from the skeletons
In my Titanic-sizes closet
And doesn’t die from boredom
When I sit still, when times get calm
But I’ve been here before
And I loved my time here, yet
How could I even sit still
With the cries I hear at night
I'm clueless as to how to fall in love
I think it should have happened
At this point, or maybe even long before
My mouth and lips are on someone’s thighs
The cheap guitar I own, neglected in the corner
You and me, for now, is all there is
It won’t last long
Until I won’t see you
Just like you never
Truly saw me.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Fickle fortress is her lair
A silent maiden is waiting there
don't misjudge her ,for heavens knows
She need no rescue, she comes from below
You waltz in sword in hand
ready to defend for your a galent young man
you realize not that , this is a trap
better back up,while you have the chance
The room is shaking
the spinning wheel turns
As sinners do
the maiden grins
She takes your hand
and drags you down
She takes all you have
Even your sound
Back to rest
she lays down
until another
fool comes around
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
I wish I could sing.
And maybe I can,
But I want the voice that will give people chills
And lull them to sleep.
That soft beautiful voice that always seems prominent
In movies.
I want to create a melody
That tells a story, even if there are no audible words.
And I want robe able to show my emotions clearly,
So people will not misjudge me.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
Some might think I’m crazy
To bad I’m a lunatic
It’s funny they all misperceive me
They see the weird looks
And all the time I’m writing to myself
“They misjudge me”
And only if they knew
I’m much worse off then they think
But only by their perception
Because I’m happy being insane
See everyday is different
And when I see them I think
“These people must be insane”
They treat everyday as mundane
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
If my trust in you was a form of art, surely my mistake was my masterpiece
Two organisms without Eyes
blindly react to each touch
Each payment does not add to much
how did you see me through stained glass?
and I'm guilty of hiding
but was I hiding?
Or were you denying my pure intention?
Would one consider that lesson,
Or did I misjudge you for someone with pure intention?
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:59 AM UTC
From us it virtually generates,
a vivid dictionary entry form
it mimicks.
Gets to assess/anticipate storm,
bypassing sabotage
with emulation at its core
It clicks with us.
If one were to create
this paravessel
subject to pitfalls so critical,
its snappy truths would mislead
A whole review
that's faster than a line to read.
Does it mean that
i owe you nothing,
i still may dwell
on my valuable ****** experience?
These patterns seem
an oxymoron:
Efficient yet alarming.
If one were to contemplate
so peculiar a world,
Full of next-gen era
outlandish jobs,
Be based on this extrapolation
let it not.
I carry substance,
Although disproportionately,
Which you might overuse,
misjudge, or subjugate.
They meddle with it,
the tech-savvy reptiles.
We may further copypaste
and carry no substance
other than what we had
disproportionately created.
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC
I have been told by so many that I explain myself so well
That my sense of understanding is so great that they are proud to tell me
It is good that I can understand so well
But what does this do of good for me
If I can't ever understand what others want of me
I always misjudge the situations
And think that something is going good when really I am just stepping on landmines
Pretending the flying limbs are flowers floating in the air
How can I not see that If I am so good with understanding?
I am beginning to doubt if I am ever going to be happy
Because all the happiness I ever had was created illusions in my head
like a puppet on a string I forced myself to dance joyfully throughout a life; that I did not even enjoy
A big smile on my face after everytime I cry
A big laugh though my soul mourns with the sounds of trees breaking in the wind
A hollow feeling of always walking on a path which carries old imprinted footprints from people whom walked here before me
But instead of creating my own I step in theirs; To ignore the fact that my footprints are taking this journey alone when others have been accompanied on theirs
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
You make me into something I’m not
You spread lies and misjudge me
I want to be angry
I know I deserve to be
You tell me the same thing
You try to change my mind
But I know what I want
And I know you’re not kind
And I know you’re reading this, Mia
And you know this isn’t about you
This isn’t about anyone in particular
But you should be angry too
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
I hate emotional attachment
It scares me
They grab my heart and ****** it
I feel out of control
And I get sad
Without them, I don't even feel whole
This burden is too much
I can't play these games
It's confusing and I misjudge
My love's the greatest thing I give
I hand it out so freely
But then they steal it and I can't live
I must step back in my life
And regain control of my heart
On my own, I can see the light
Right now, I'm in the dark
Overshadowed by the fake emotion
Take it back, I'd rather be apart
Nothing is worse
Than giving yourself
Wholeheartedly
And getting nothing in return
I think I'll stop now
And just feel the burn
I'll get over it eventually
And then I'll start to see
Who's actually there for me
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
It's just a little word
But the pain really hurt
Never misjudge it
No matter how small it is
Never underestimate stress
The reason of my unwell rest
My life will be the cost
My soul will be a ghost
When stress is your daily mood
You will know the truth
That the monster is not under your bed
Instead it screams inside your head
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Don't treat me like that
Don't look at me like that
Don't smile at me like that
Don't take my side when i fight
Because I often misjudge treat
I often misread eyes
I often misunderstand smiles and acts
I hate it when they turned out just a normal treat, look, smile and act
When I don't normally receive that.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC