"misjudgment" poems
A solitary seagull sits bobbing on the waves
the waves culminate together and generate cascades
The seagull stays determined he will not be dragged down
yet one little misjudgment of a wave and this poor fellow will drown.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
once you take that first step down the path
the decision has been set upon and you cannot go back
now it is up to trust, that invisible demon or angel in waiting
right or wrong the pendulum will swing in either direction
time a curse or a blessing guided by a compass
beholden to no one it has its own destiny
for love once betrayed is a vengeful enemy
setting off a cornucopia of storms of anger
unleashing the torments only goddesses can bestow
their ire ****** forth like a thunderous lighting strike
wishing to smite those that have broken her heart
there is no hiding from the maelstrom your betrayal has unleashed
bringing embarrassment to those that inhabit castles
a dire misjudgment in a moment of voluptuous temptation
is there now regret to having succumbed to human wontedness
it would appear so, hands now tied striding towards the inevitable
step by step moving closer to the sentence handed down
the walled fortress now a corral with no escape
and then I am there, she and a legion of men in waiting
a gilded sword sharp as any in the kingdom prepared
her golden hair blowing in the wind, delicate features revealed
utter beauty astonishing in the backdrop of a scorching sun
how could I have traded this for a night of passion with another
now I am pushed down to kneel before her my heart racing wildly
she is judge and jury and as she draws back the sword
I wonder if there is one morsel of sympathy in her repertoire
so I close my eyes and ponder why has my lust brought me here
all the whilst listening for the whoosh that will end my days or not
Andreas Simic©
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 8:50 PM UTC
I think about family dinners and cards
How we played skipbo instead of poker
And you were ok with being there anyways
Even though it seemed pointless
And now I'm making new memories
But I don't want to lose ours
They're beautiful
They hurt
They remind me of what we were
Before I realized I didn't feel the same
When I left you said you'd miss my family
I didn't realize I'd miss yours so much too
Now your back in your hometown
One I'll never see again
And I'm always back in mine
But you won't be
I think about motorcycle classes
The ones I'll never take
Because all I remember is the DMV
You forgot papers
And I had to go to work
But we got to talk on the drive
That made it worth the seemingly wasted time
Our home that is now so empty
Finally made me feel safe
And though this apartment is basically the same
It's not my home
I don't have a home anymore
Even those days in the old houses
You gave so much light to my darkness
But eventually my demons won
My empty soul could not be filled
By even your genuine goodness
Because I didn't face my feelings then either
I think of the day I proposed to you
I had it all planned out
The food, the picnic, the drinks, the flowers
Our night at the hotel
We watched It's Complicated
Which is pretty ironic now
The lady at the front desk was so excited for us
Even though I couldn't check in alone
Apparently you have to be 21 for that
And we were so young
But we were happy in that moment
I haven't really talked about it yet
Because my feelings don't make much sense
Is this regret I feel?
Or am I just plagued by the pain of knowing just how badly I hurt you?
I am hurting too
And even in those moments
You're still the only one I want to talk to
2 years of memories
2 years of putting up with my problems
You deserve so much more
And I hope you find it one day
Because I couldn't give you what you gave to me
Your unconditional love and safety
I only broke you down
And left you wounded by my mistakes and misjudgment
Ignorance was bliss
And this reality is destroying my sanity
But I need to face these feelings
So this pain can stop killing me
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
With a sunset stormed in all the evils
A creeping temptation to abomination
A swirling appeal to haphazardness
Then came a wild night when i let things go
An ordinary aberration from a chaotic junction
An occasional stray from a lost path
An intentional overlook of unscrupulous mischief
A through misjudgment under ruthless predicaments
With a sobering dawn i found myself
A delusional justification for foreseen consequences
An unconscientious injection of fleeting remedies
A deliberate neglect for recurring failures
A self-inflicted blindness to vindicate oneself from misery
Then it is a calm morning
Though i know that it is all in the history
I cannot avoid the reappearing of the serene night
Whose other side awaits the furious storm to shatter me down yet again
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Today we kings and queens. We rock this town, bringin the truth, vibes, and spirit around...
Plant the seed of green we all should love, and bring heaven down from above...
We know the truth, yet so many still choose to belive. Bringing misjudgment to this victimless seed...
Being led by propaganda caused by petroleum monopoly. killing the world, being complete greedy...
****** madness. Complete ******** served at a time it was easy to belive, because our people were so nieve...
Sad to know what our leaders have done. But we Kings and Queens, and the war is won...
Now we need to make it so it can't be undone. Save mother earth, so our future wont judge us for what we've done...
-Big D
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
I can't say in words how I feel now. I'm just trying to figure out this guilt, this hurt I'm holding inside me. I didn't understand the meaning of the phrase "You realize what you had until it's gone" until the day I lost what I cared for...you. There's an emptiness inside me and I can't find a way to fill it. Everyone I start to care for, they all just fall into a void and I know I'm losing my way in this world.
The ropes that holds me are slowly breaking; letting me fall inch by inch, and there's no way for me to tell, what will happen to me when I fall into the darkness. You made my world so different from what it was before, your sole presence changed me so much, and now that I have felt the sweetness of your love I can't go back to the darkness of this world, the depravity and cruelty of everyone in here.
Regrets fills my thoughts, not letting me think of anything but you. Your words, your feelings, your smile and most of all your love. I still can't believe all the things that I did. All my actions filled with stupidity and misjudgment. Could you ever see past them?
I hope you will be able to forgive me, even if what I did cannot hope for forgiveness. I know that we will never be as we were before. I can only wish that we could be friends again, even only that would be glorious gift to me. It really kills me though, that you have left me here, completely forgetting my existence. I really do believe that's what hurts my soul the most.
Anytime I think of you, I hear your name or I see anything that involves you, there's a shudder that overcomes my body. A shiver I cannot control. Your memory has changed me so much and I can't but notice that I still love you. You own my heart and soul, I cannot deny that I can't let anyone in, even if I try with all my strength.
I wear a fake smile every single day, laughing or smiling when I feel I'm supposed to, but I can't keep this act together for much longer. It pains me that I have to pretend with everyone, with my friends especially. I can't keep talking about this but I wish upon the stars that you will remember what we had and forgive me. I want to hear your laugh again, and I want yo see your smile. I want you to come back, I need you to come back.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
I stand before the walls of a glorified failure as it tumbles beneath itself.
The nature of a grave danger, labored with a dire wager.
Plunges and crumple, into a pile of rubble
and to continue forth into a hidden tunnel.
Dirt stain fingers and my inner winner;
The only tools left to dig a way out of our rapidly crumbling puzzle.
You delivered me my unfathomable killer-
A ineradicable form of justice.
My sacramental, misjudgment of
a thrill gone astray.
Leaving me feeding the birds which prey on saints most days.
I stand before the wall as a simple thrall.
Dirt and grime painting my nails.
I stand in my hellish pit readying to climb.
Ready to rise from the plague surrounding me.
To fill my lunges with air, not lingering with death.
I am ready.
The bringer on the rise.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Abandonment
Resentment
Embarrassment
Harassment
Replacement
Punishment
Imprisonment
Detachment
Torment
Misjudgment
Sentiment
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
Accidental happenings and spun intentions
Into something so evil
The devil dare speak the words
The anger in my soul
Making Aries burn green
Fists and kicks
None hurt worse than words
Those without meaning
When strewn with guilt
And misjudgment
Creating puzzles out of clarity
And chaos out of peace
Cacophonies of noise
Disrupting the minds of those
Who the words still held meaning
To measure into the abyss.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Plants are patient
Waiting for just the right time to sprout
The slightest misjudgment on their part could mean death
So they will wait as seeds for years
Hiding beneath the tall oaks
Hoping one day they will have the chance to kiss the sun's sweet rays
as their elder's looming above them do
Plants are strong
As people massacre them for food or for their flashy reproductive organs
But they will come back
Even though they know they will be cut down again
Plants are kind
Giving themselves to help all others
Blooming beautifully for the bees
Cleaning corrupted air
Giving back to the soil when they die
Someday
I hope to be like a plant
I hope to be patient in life
Waiting for the right time
I hope to be strong
To grow back even when I know ill be cut down again
I hope to be kind
To give love to everything and everyone
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
a quote of Al Pacino
<>
it took/takes
a lifetime to get close
to where the answer
possibilities don’t river
rush past, and each eddy
seems like that’s the one,
the definitive affirmative,
jump in and all you get
for misjudgment, is a
sopping wet
for your troubles
but you keep on jumping
from job to job, roll from
role to role, cause
even if the
last one is not
a fulsome answer, it
is in possess of the
creative release,
the high that satisfies
till you need a
new hit, another hint,
of tapping into
the vein of creation
that enlivens and
declares, I am purposed
for this,
no matter
how long it takes,
and or the
errors of mistooks,
me I’ll keep jotting down
jumbled jimmied words
in new combine
until such time -and rap,
I can say well shoot
that’s a wrap,
*eyelid hints at
a rest but at
the same time
it gives forth
a sloooow wink,
that best poem
yet to come
won’t likely arrive
until it
comes forth
in a last gasp,
a final exhaustion,
exhaustive expelling
and even might be
highly satisfactory
breadth of a last and
everlasting breath~taking
**** just got
t a k e n*
nml
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 11:32 AM UTC
A Black House and a White House,
Lived on opposite ends and worlds,
Were merely divided by a Grey Fence.
The Black House made bricks of unknown,
So the Grey Fence was taller,
The White House made bricks of misjudgment,
So the Grey Fence was wider.
The White House dug trenches of resentment,
Then the Grey Fence had depth,
The Black House made bob-wires of pride,
So the Grey Fence had spikes.
The Black House and White House
Made improvements to the Grey Fence,
Until it was insurmountable, but hence
Came at the expense of the land of their houses.
They went back to living in their own worlds.
Settlers saw opportunity in the Grey Fence.
Doors, windows, furniture made it into house.
The Grey House was the tallest,
Wideness made it the biggest,
With trenches and bob-wires as protection,
The beaut besting between the three.
The White House got a sour sledgehammer,
The Black House an envious ripping bar,
The White House a jealous jackhammer,
The Black House a beguile bulldozer.
Both houses were going hammer and tongs,
Trying to demolish what they had built.
Minutes, hours, day after day and beyond
But the Hate, the Grey Fence, was rock solid.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
a quote of Al Pacino
<>
it took/takes a lifetime to get close
to where the answer possibilities
don’t river rush past, and each eddy
seems like that’s the one, the definitive
affirmative, jump in and all you get
for misjudgment, is a sopping wet
for your troubles
but you keep on jumping from job
to job, roll from role to role, cause
even if the
last one is not a fulsome answer, it
is in possess of the creative release,
the high that satisfies till you need a
new hit, another hint, of tapping into
the vein of creation that enlivens and
declares, I am purposed
for this,
no matter how long it takes,
and the errors of mistooks,
me I’ll keep jotting down
jumbled jimmied words
in new combinations until
I can say well that’s a wrap,
*eyelid hints ai a rest but at
the same time
it gives forth a slow wink,
that best poem yet to come
won’t likely arrive until it
comes forth in a last gasp,
a final exhaustion, exhaustive,
and even highly satisfactor
breadth of a last and
everlasting
breath~taking
t a k e n*
nml
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC
Guess Life hasn’t been life in a minute
Heart’s weighing heavy, hardly have the strength to lift it
So I Hang my head lower than my eyes when I’m too lit
Should probably change my ways but if the shoe fits
Please excuse my past excuse and indiscretions
Know you know I don’t have a clue I’m misdirected
Misguided misjudgment, mask my mistakes with mixed drinks
Sorry that I lost you I often tend to misplace things
Misplace blame, misplace trust, Misplace hate, misplace love
Far too many if’s and maybe’s maybe that’s what I’m afraid of
Cause you're the only one who kept me grounded like a parent
And as time goes by its becoming more apparent
You're my only constant, constantly betting that I'll get through it
And I wanna prove you right because I know your love's the truest
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
I just want people to notice that
I actually do care.
I care about a lot of obstacles
and a lot of people.
Maybe I'm trying to make up
for all the years of wronging and
misjudgment I put upon other
people.
The same misjudgment
and wronging
that has been
reflected
upon me.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
In this photograph,
Here in my hands,
Lies the most telling tale.
It is a picture of a man,
Dark hair, in his middle years,
But wiser than anyone I have ever seen.
I do not know this man personally,
But he has traveled the world,
And seen all of its tragedies
And all of its blessings.
I have never met this man,
But he knows all of history,
From the beginning of time
Up until the end of the universe.
It's not something we can fathom,
But his mind is capable of knowing the misunderstandings.
However,
This man never existed.
Nor will he ever.
The human race will run
Fast
Faster
Until they can run no more
In order to be like this man sitting here in my hands.
But their goal is out of reach,
Clouded by misjudgment and arrogance.
We will never be like this man sitting here in my hands.
We will never be this man sitting here in my hands.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
The night comes,
One is to sit on the other side of the bed she calls home
But what she did not know
Was that when the phone rings,
She was one second away to hearing
The rooted and raspy voice
That unmistakably sounds like home.
Exhaustive conversation exchanged,
The night changes
Words of wisdom penetrates
Did she see it coming?
God has once again made His magic
For all of that was true when the sky is blue,
What do I have to lose?
A man and a woman is to uphold three arches in life
These were made for them to grow
And only to grow
He says,
Love, (inner) peace, faith
These echo in swift motion to the back of her head
For the man whose voice sounds in harmony to what she calls home continues,
Faith my friend,
Most often than not,
Comes last
Do believe
And believe
And believe!
For it is the only thing we can do to unlock
She sat still,
What else is there to unlock?
Is it not enough of pain which has already been unfolded?
Is it not enough of sin?
Is it not enough of misjudgment?
Of seeing the light not in the morning
But in the darkest of tunnel?
It is the freedom, my love
It is your freedom
She could hear the sound of his fingers
Teasing atop his piano—
That has already become his friend
But what she saw was his fingers atop of her body,
For how his enlightened language sounded like making love
Who are you?
They asked of each other
A man
A woman
An artist
A musician
A writer
They did not know,
That when the line hang up,
Another line is to come
And so is the jolting,
Electrifying exchange of words of wisdom
of the two smallest people who felt the biggest
Giving birth to music that once again sounds like making love
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
i offered you everything while torturing myself,
we used to watch the birds through our tiny window when i was little,
your presence fades whenever you get closer to me,
an empty space between us becomes more apparent,
the destruction is starting to become a part of me that i cannot defy,
the more i grow up, the more i ask myself why,
why do i put up with this?
i mourn in solitude, filled with regrets,
your misjudgment, you never seem to apologize even when you’re at fault,
i came to the conclusion that i never want to be like you,
so thank you, I hope you feel the triumphant loss.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
There's regret, shame,
and a dozen dozen times of
'I wish I'd take it back'
That's of mistakes, blame,
and misjudgment decorated
with two licks of misfortune.
You, me; everyone.
But I don't want a time machine.
Not because it can't work, theoretically,
nor because it'll be a mess if it did
I don't want a time machine.
I want that **** on my back.
I want my cut hands.
I don't want a time machine.
I want my insults to stay.
I want my old friends' grudges held.
I don't want a time machine.
I want my lost to stay dead.
I want my living to stay alive.
I want me. This me. And you. And everyone.
So there's that stuff
in the first two paragraphs,
and there's peace,
and it's been staring me in the
eye for way too long to miss.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
How does it feel to be caged in from your own body
To wake up one day and realize the person standing in the mirror isn't you
It's just a reflection of how u want to be seen without the misjudgment and the hatred
Instead you cover yourself up with make-up and wear feminine clothes to disguise yourself as something you're not
Having to hide your breast with those layers of clothes on
How dose it feel to be caged in from your own body
To look all around you and realize that little girl isn't you anymore.
To feel isolate
To feel caged in.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
One day I'm gonna forget all about you and this place.
The second I see you its all gonna come back.
And I'll remember why I wanted to forget...
But for now I still think of you once a day
soon that will dissipate.
To think I could have loved you...
Silly me.
Why?
You're not worth what I have to offer.
My standard of myself has lowered
therefore so has what I feel I deserve.
But I will regain my confidence,
my strength,
my respect,
and my dignity.
I will not let this town win.
I must stay strong and true.
I have to get back on track.
If not I fear the right path with soon become overgrown with the roots of my poor decisions and misjudgment.
And all that will be left is one dark road to a predictable future,
a light at the end.
Keep my roads clear.
Keep my skies open.
Save myself,
save my soul,
save my dreams...
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Spend time with me sister! The sister I know I don’t have, a confusing passenger in my mind, that continues to bleed upon the apple-peels in my daydreams, where has your real reason for being envisioned burrowed? Is it not beneath the coal-white heated sands of my misbehavior? Or in the convenient pleasures of misjudgment. Either way your whisper wasn’t loud enough for my distracted eyes, those mobile shells recording the affairs of a race in which I am far behind, far too interested in spying on the obvious I often rest.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC