"misplacement" poems
"You're not a lot of fun to be around" she blurted
Not the first time I've heard it
I went
From being bullied to being A bully, was never meant to be permanent
You can probably guess what temperament brought more enjoyment?
So there's a solid argument to be had for it being a just verdict
But if you've never been in that predicament hold your judgmental hyperbolic rhetoric
Most folks seek out that kind of empowerment but keep it quiet, I'm just admitting it
Look, nobody's perfect but the crime has never fit my punishment
Pushed and shoved "getting back to the old me" to the back burner, against my better judgement
Cause I didn't bother with it any further, now a derelict social misfit
Then when it's my turn to take back the moment
My retort, a one and done statement;
Fck you, fck the planet and fck everyone on it
Easier to parrot that then to admit no one can stand me past the first minute
I don't know if it's the misplacement of hurt and anger, a cover for inadequate social alignment
Or a relentless deep seeded resentment for the general public
Not sure but it definitely feels organic
This old dog ain't capable of learning a new trick regardless of any enlightenment
Kinda sad isn't it?
©2024
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
The collocation in relation .
The delineation of misplacement .
The inhabitants of Kismet , the third .
The depletion of mortality .
The marauder of consumption .
The lamentation of Raul , the bird .
The offing of defence .
The pardon too myriad .
The submission to Pentateuch , the word .
The agrarian underground war .
The capricious rule of super-cities .
The ebb of vulgarity is heard .
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
The ways you see life determines what you value,
what you value determines what you learn,
What you value determines what you live for
What you live for determines how you live
So if you see life as:
A poem, you learn words
A problem you solutions
A relation,you learn communication
A game, you learn tricks
A battle, you learn to fight
A job, you learn duty
A race,you learn speed
A marathon, you learn endurance
A study, you learn logic
An act, you learn emotions
A music, you learn notes
A dance you learn steps
A beat, you learn to dance
A community you learn people
A weather, you learn shelter
A storm you learn strength
A turn, you learn patience
A trade you learn money
A jungle you learn survival
An ocean, you learn to swim
A mountain you learn scaling
A valley, you learn graceful descent
A commitment you learn honesty
A death zone, you learn killing
A mystery, you learn adventure
An adventure, you learn living
A fashion you learn dressing
A competition you learn scarcity
A cooperation you learn abundance
A team work you learn networking
A lie, you learn to the truth
A truth, you learn freedom
The goal to being free is to learn your lies, challenge and face them
A job you learn duty,
When you see life as comparison, you learn envy
Destructive envy leads to priority misplacement,
This leads to value misplacementzthe root cause of shortsightedness and selfishness
So, see right to learn right to live right
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
Phone misplacement
turned into ghosts
and heartbeats
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
we love incandescent,
words growing light
that laughs at the dark.
we love incandescent,
gold in a world of grey,
dazzling in its misplacement.
we love incandescent
and sinuous and strange
and lies and logical madness.
we love incandescent,
and the witches come for us
like moths dying in candles.
we love incandescent
until you strangle my light
and i steal your fire
(a prometheus that wins)
and we both ignite.
we love incandescent
until it is me, alone,
watching your old mirror.
we love incandescent
and it is not your downfall
but my rebirth.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Just as much as "i" want to proceed
I don't
we’re never on the same page never pay the same wage of respect to each other
its like you'll express your inner most regrets and expect a lift of your spirits instead you get ripped
stripped of your seriousness and left with your demons
I'd apologize
but deep down the frustration from the misplacement of my emotions whenever I want to hand them over leaves me cold to your warmth
the imaginary distance between us has never seemed so real
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Portraits surrounded by shadow
put in place
and made level by my hands
though
the space is small
behind my eyes
i crowd the pictures in
Some are fuzzy
Some are clear as day
Some are broken and
lay out on the imaginative floor
Some are highly polished and
shine
Borders of highly prized light
bring life to the images
even deep in the center
Where they're stacked
thousands upon hundreds
Some are rarely recalled
Some come alive numerous times
before i even wake
Some are deliberately ripped
and forgot all together
Some are secured tightly to my subconscious
where misplacement is difficult
and today
i think ill try to find space
to add even more
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 7:41 PM UTC
A praise or a body misplacement
Arise from where Walk on to what
: Nightly innocent anguish
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
Trust no one.
All will deceive you.
Trying to ensnare.
Holding you to their lies.
Cloaks for disguise
Masks for the fools.
A ball for all those.
Who dance with the flys.
True faces are hidden.
When verbiage employed.
Intentions unbalanced.
As they allude to the truth.
Hearts have been missing.
Your misplacement enjoyed.
Lured to intentions.
The light ****** from you.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
I can't help but wonder if this sensation will pull through the rest of my life or if it will drop off at some point like discarded dissonance...
-This feeling of temporary misplacement-
As though comfort itself were only possible for a time... Not actually meant to sustain...
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
i was never meant for this
i was born wrong, a reincarnation misplacement
this foreign heart, beating and feeling too fast for my own good
an alien to my own existence
perhaps i should have been a free bird
or a lonesome whale, i'm used to the deepest and darkest of trenches
this wounded animal inside of me, it's spiraling me down again
and i'm tired, so ******* tired
of getting up again
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
I am sorry today
Apologetically I say
I lament what's been the future
I rue presently
Or what is an apology
And I regret this
Sign on him
Synonyms
And magic hymns
Knapping hard skins
Brutally brutal
Utilize useless
Unfitting misplacement
Nonsensical ravings
Disgusted
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 3:17 PM UTC
How can it be that when I feel my throat swelling up and closing in; there are seven digits that will save me.
How can it be that when I cannot keep the life I was given, contained inside of me; there are seven digits that will take care of me.
How is it that when the entire world around me grows cold; There are seven digits that burn warmer than any fire.
It is true that when I can barely speak; There is a voice at the other end, belonging to those seven digits, rescuing me from this decades curse of technology.
Seven digits given to you only to be programmed in the palm of a hand.
Seven digits vibrating in my pocket, freeing me from the silence.
Seven digits acting as a second home, growing so important that without them, we are homeless.
We are paired up with seven digits, born with an entire world running through our fingertips yet, all it takes is the misplacement of one digit. One wrong sequence, one missed call and we have lost ourselves completely.
S. Mia
October 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
Simple pleasures of being lost with you for even a day
Stuck tucked away
Our minds on the same page
Intellectually conversing
Your presence alone so luring
As the sun sets and we don't want to part
We're Excused
And any thoughts of fear of going to far are surrendered
you plead for me to lay here as you share your pillow
pulling me close and cuddling me you wrap your arms and hold me softly from behind sweetly whispering words I've never heard .. with such promise..
Becareful of my heart as you assure me it's also your heart tender and fragile for my love
And this is so perfect
Please don't let me go..
Our eyes shut to feel the warmth and softness of our skin we share and for a moment there's no pressure and no expectation ...
Never before have I experienced such preciousness .. as that's how I feel .. assured to never worry as the little hairs all over my body stand straight
I can't help but to shiver though not of fear ... But of not knowing how to ease myself ...
Morning blazes through
only to wake after have only slept realising I've been held all night without the need to let go and turn to the other side from discomfort
.
we gaze at one another.. knowing .. with morning comes time to release this bond ..
Suddenly the blinds close shut and you tell me to stay
Just one day
With you.. will I?
As you tuck the sun away to keep the shade
Pulling me close telling me this does not have to end
Making today ..here ..now
all that matters
As we sink into each other's embrace
Nothing could be more perfect than to be here with your promise to never let go
Our bodies fitting together as if magnets that were misplaced and drawn to connect
Kisses to your cheeks
To your ears and to your neck
Fingers following guiding the curves of everything you are
Amazed from lust as you've captured a fragment of my heart
No feelings of misplacement
No misunderstandings
And forever will this place ..this time be memorized as I'm mesmerized with not knowing and just being ok with it ..
This may be a memory that we may never be able to forget
© Jenn Linh
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
Linoleum checkered floor of maroon and beige stretches before my feet, seemingly for miles. This pulled apart perspective, extending, plays upon my eyes in an undulation of unease. The wait is long and heavy, heaving of such misplacement churns an awkward understanding of how hell's rivers percolate blistering torture. Which line shall I be shuffled to next? If hell does exist, it must resemble Social Services, downtown Camden, New Jersey. Also, it must be designed with the same checkered linoleum floor. I feel it upon the faces of those who wait (impatiently or patiently, yet, truly tested) here with me, that exacting distaste in a maze of cubicles and hard plastic furniture. Maybe, just maybe, it is only purgatory. Only time will tell.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
inconsolably empty
a glass half full
my life left dull
the failure to grasp, the loss of your touch
as if to my demise
I sometimes long to choke a little longer than I breathe
forget I have a throat that allows me to speak
for every word wish spoken can only come from your lips
to speak no words and listen to those unspoken
maybe I should trust the hallucinations
call it a living nightmare
remembering only our fantasy
it's like the anguish of misplacement
recovery without finding the resolution to what you cant find
and what you never meant to lose
one out of two the number of wounded,
I shall speak to the sky
and hope you hear me
as holistic as the moon
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
-
One day,
I found the letter "W" laid
face to the ground-
i knew this because it's center
was pushed downward,
like a nose in the dirt.
with every attempt i made
to stir it, it would only moan
and remain still, its thin arms
bent around backwards.
this is not the first time
iv'e seen a "W" laid out,
having witnessed many
letters and numerals bite
the dust of misplacement-
it is just the sad truth
of our language.
i found a cardboard box
and picked it up carefully,
making sure i didnt injure
the poor fellow further.
it looked up at me and
made a weak smile,
knowing we all make
mistakes—
upon it's passing away,
it was this expression
i remembered most
when i buried it
next to an
"M"...
-© 2020
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
it slips
and it dips.
it falls
to the wayside,
like clothing
on the floor
or brown hair
on a pillow.
it waves
in piles
of misplacement
that crash
and fall,
rippling
and blurring
from one day
to the next.
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 1:53 PM UTC
From Schools To Bedrooms...
To Business Boardrooms...
As Well As These People...
In Government Crews...
… MANIPULATION...
Is A Thing That Is USED...
To... Maintain Control...
of... Submissive Folks... !!!!
Manipulation’s Been Used...
Across Global Nations...
From... Colonisation...
To Games On PlayStation...
Where People Are TRICKED...
Into Doing Dumb Things...
So Of Course Weakest Links...
Are The FIRST To Join In... !!!
With... MANIPULATORS...
Who CLAIM To Be PLAYAS'...
When They’re Actually Sheep...
Well... SHEOPLE' I Mean...!!!
From Gangsters Who Lean...
To... Youthful Street Teams...
Who Are MANIPULATED...
In... Various Places... !!!
So What Is The LATEST... ?!?
A VIRUS That’s Making...
... BIG Manipulations...
Volumes of Patients...
Tests AND... Vaccinations... !!!
That’ll Work On A Basis...
Where Manipulations...
Are Flagrant And Blatant... !!!
Do You Get What I’m Saying... ?
Do Folks REALLY BELIEVE...
What Governments Feed...
About This Disease... ?!?
They’re... MANIPULATING...
It Seems That People Can’t See...
How Their... NEW Policies...
Will CONTROL Them Like Sheep... !!!
“Don’t Go Here Don’t Go There !
Wear Your Mask EVERYWHERE !”
As If They... Really Care...
About Peoples’ Welfare... !!!
Come On Folks BEWARE... !!!
Cos’ Y’all Need To PREPARE...
For This Type of WARFARE...
Where NEW Manipulations...
Are BLATANTLY BREAKING... !!!
What... ONCE USED To Be...
What We Call... FAMILIES... !!!
This Word... ISOLATE...
Has Caused CRAZY Change... !!!
And Now... MANIPULATES...
Like Those Who Spread HATE...
In... Various Ways... !!!
There’s So Much MISPLACEMENT... !!!
Where... MANIPULATIONS...
Are Used By HATE CREWS...
So That... IMMIGRATION...
Becomes HEADLINE News...
And Let’s Not FORGET...
About Various COUPS...
That These Governments Use...
To Keep Heads Confused...
About Who Is... GOOD.... !!!
As If They Get The Gist...
of What Being Good Is... ?!?
Just Like... Religions...
That Deal In... DIVISION...
And... MANIPULATIONS...
For MASSIVE TITHE Payments...
From Their Congregations... !!!!!!
There Doing It... BLATANT... !!!!!!
We’re ALL... MANIPULATED... !!!
At Various Stages of What We Call Life...
From Girlfriends To Wives...
Who Manipulate Child...
And Play With Emotions...
To Leave Some Men...
........ BROKEN......... !!!!!
To Boyfriends Who LIE...
And Husbands Who TRY...
To Provide Reasons Why...
Wives Should Stay By Their Side... !!!
After They’ve... Taken Time...
To Give Them BLACK EYES... !?!
They MANIPULATE Moods...
And Then Dish Out ABUSE... !!!
It Seems That The TRUTH...
DOESN’T Manipulate...
Like Most People Do... !!!!!!
It’s A POWERFUL Tool...
Like The Ones Gangsters Use... !!!
Which Is Why REPARATIONS...
AIN'T Reaching Black Nations... !!!
You See... MANIPULATION...
Is Where VIOLENCE Is Stationed... !!!
So That... Guns And Bombs...
Can Be Used To Pull CONS...
That Cause Nations PROBLEMS... !!!
So That They Can TAKE HOLD...
And Then Maintain CONTROL... !!!
And Then... MANIPULATE...
Like People Who **** !!!!!!!
It’s A Game That Is Played...
That ISN’T Played Straight... !!!
So DON'T You Be Fooled...
Or... Let Them Confuse...
The Way That You Move...
Because It Is TRUE... !!!
When It Comes To...
... MANIPULATION...
“It’s Just What People Do”...
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
i've been looking in the water to see reflections of my past
memories of everything; nothing seems to last
churning in the eddies i see what i've become
my ego says i'm something but i know i am no one
instinct to tear away my vision challenging my heart
it's hard to believe what i see, this pill is quite ****
i'm smiling.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
Playing a trick,
On a good friend,
Can never signify,
The relationship end.
A funny little gag,
The ol' switcharoo,
Left us waiting, watching,
Nothing else to do.
A little misplacement,
For our own laughter,
Waiting in anticipation,
With what might happen after.
A bad detective he'd be,
Seemingly blind,
Our friend struggles,
His hat, he won't find.
A good friend indeed,
But I wonder what'll go down,
With our hats replaced,
Will he laugh or frown?
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC