"misjudgements" poems
Never withdraw,
for that is surrender.
Such impact from question,
such hate from contender.
Uncomfortable mission,
The deed is now done.
The silence is haunting.
The silence does stun.
An answer is spoke,
it glues one it both.
A pulse gives up pulsing
as words are now oath.
Heart is to blossom
from seeds that do lay.
Yet nothing's eternal,
and the heart always pays.
Creating false hope,
dancing with fate.
I allow myself less
than my heart would now take.
I'm teased with elegance
beyond what I've known,
like a cancer with spite,
you've dismantled my throne.
Woeful misjudgements.
Harsh disbelief.
Your mind can not poison
what love can not chief.
But dear do I love,
despite all the rest.
I'm aware of mortality
too much, I confess.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
*Pause ...
And acknowledge your triumphs,
A little bit more,
Realise
That you are stronger,
Than you once were before.
Take timeout
To free your chaotic mind,
Rearrange your priorities,
Things of importance
You will find.
Do things
That make you feel
Real joy and happiness,
A little bit more,
The things
You used to make time for,
Once upon a long time ago--before.
Praise yourself
For the effort you put-in,
In all that you partake,
And forgive yourself,
Along the way, for any misjudgements,
That you may happen to make.
Walk with nature,
Or walk through shallow waters
Of a beautiful sandy beach,
Walk through an evergreen forest,
Or a local park, within reach.
Read a book,
Watch a movie,
Or take a swim,
Do something you love,
Do anything!
Just do it
A little bit more!
Your soul will thank you -
Of this, I'm absolutely,
Positively sure!
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
Sometimes truth is
stranger than fiction
cold and cruel as a grave
and flowering tragic
circumstances
or living in denial
is a quick sweet fix
causing irreparable
lifetime misfortune
Timely revealing
a terrible truth
to innocents
can be traumatic
yet tender eye opener
but utterly kindly
necessary to avert
greater future calamity
and misjudgements
I know this truth
in my own flesh
I hid a cruel truth
not to cause painful
suffering to self
and other victims
my own children
and I was hurt
the most I lost it all.
so speak timely
get counseling go public
living in denial
of unexamined
traumatic past events
never escaped
the laws of fate
and ill karma
It all come back
to hunt me
revealing
the light of truth
no matter how
dark its sting
it did set me free
but I lost
the companionship
of close loving
family members
in their cold diselief
awake be aware
an evil doer's skim
to continue future
character assassination
slandering oldest
witness victim
will perish obliterated
only in the light
of timely
simple truth revealed
A dearly beloved
survivor's courage
and foresight
to stop living
in foolish denial
will also end
in much needed
self healing
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
revised 03-16 2019.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍...how love is but gold. That heartaches and heartbreaks will refine the love that you possess in yourself...for you and for the people you will be giving it to.
I am not perfect. I have caused plenty of loses for too many people. I might even be counted as one of their traumas when it comes to their past relationships. I got no excuse for it.
But I refuse to get stuck from those toxic traits. I know my present deserve every bit of best of myself. All those problems I failed to solve, those past mistakes and misjudgements of situations- I refuse to let those lessons go unlearned. It would be a disrespect for all the past history I had with great people if it wouldn't all complimented my relationship today.
Who I am today may not be the same as who I was yesterday but it reflected my character and I thank them all for everything they shared with me. If not for them, I won't mature in more ways than I can count. If not for them, I won't be able to treat myself and my present relationship right.
I believe people aren't missing jigsaw puzzles especially the ones we love dearly today. They aren't obligated to complete us at all. We are the ones responsible to complete what's missing in ourselves and they will only serve as our guide as much as we serve the same favor to them. That's why there's nothing special about someone who can understand you or make efforts for you, it's not special because it's actually what we deserve to be given just as much as we give it to them all along.
But possessing a grateful heart inside a relationship really does the trick. Because of it we learn to be a giver and to be thankful of everything we receive. We learn to be thankful for the person we have been blessed to spend our lives with indefinitely, if not forevermore.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
I know you're trying really hard
to be ok with this.
It's fine. You don't
have to keep up
appearances any longer.
I know death is more
painful than you thought
it would be.
We all make misjudgements.
If you were perfect,
would I have ever
learned anything from
you?
Fight to the bitter end if
that's what your instincts are
telling you. You were always more
in touch with instincts than I
was.
Still searching, but for
what?
What secret were you put here
to reveal that you haven't yet?
Too large an agenda for such a
small body. Some of the
universe's mysteries will
stay lost to you as long
as you remain here on
planet Earth.
This time around you drink like
there was no water left on Earth.
I guess we both learned
to fight against our
own self-destruction around
the same time.
"Clean yourself up, we gotta go soon,"
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
I have told you many times
I would do anything for you
take a bullet in the guts
just for love from you
No superstitions no misjudgements
I truly know that I am in love with you
you are the light in this unkind dark world
so I walk through Hells when you ask me to
You are the sun rising on the distant horizon
you are the warmth I need in this cold world
and when your day turns to night
I will be there to comfort you
You are a child of stars
you are sweet holy light
you are my armour and strength
you are my convictions and fight
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
on Saturday I lost my holey limbs to the turntable, jammed my finger down some strangers throat and hollared as he walked away from me, sweet nothings and everyday misjudgements but you said, "paint me neon like the hues of my lady blues as they crush between the balms of my legs and drain me." if I could flower you a rosebud the size of my browning fist and lunge it into the pit of your stomach, I'd hold you steady between the pressure pointed weights of my thighs, lick the sugar from my lips and wait for you to beg me for air.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC