"misreading" poems
I always wondered why people frowned at me
Without reason or apparent controversy
Until I was told, against all odds
That supposedly my face is the cause.
"Resting ***** face" is what they call it
They say my eyes glare out of their sockets
And honestly this makes no sense
I have to come to my own defence.
*Are you mad?
Are you sad?
Are you okay?
I thought she hated me...*
Yes, it's true, I've heard it all
Somehow I'm the one who takes the fall
For any petty issue that's produced
From your misreading! It's no abuse!
What? No, I'm fine. I was just thinking.
Why are you always pick, pick, picking?
Just leave me alone. I've done no wrong!
What do you want? Me to burst into song?
Do you know how much effort it takes to keep
A smile on my face while I'm falling asleep?
If it bothers you, don't look at me.
I'm really not trying to mislead.
Look, I'm sorry if you're offeneded.
I just think it's time that this has ended.
I don't want to lose any more friends
Because the way my face naturally bends.
Please understand that I don't mean
The expression my resting ***** face puts on for me.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
I'm tired of tricking myself into thinking
that what I'm doing will result in anything other than
crushing defeat shattering disappointment failure
Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, three times, every time
Perhaps I should consider a different approach a different hobby
besides misplacing my affections and misreading social cues
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC
All those words
I should never have said
All those thoughts
That entered my head
Misreading situations
Placing false allegations
What am I doing here,
my mind is so unclear,
My windscreens fogging up
I'm drowning in the silence
All I want is to hear
Your voice calling out my name
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
How could I have caused such hurt
When I really love her
How could I not have seen the signs
She's been signalling all this time
How can I take back all I said
I've just gone and changed everything
I don't want this change
Don't want you to go away
Please stay, please stay
I'm reaching out my hands to you
I'm reaching out my hands to you
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
After all, we have been through
After all this time
I'm losing you like this
Because of my selfish antics
How could I not see
How much you were hurting deep down inside
I'm supposed to be your protection
The one that you could turn too
Never should have let you
Fight these battles on your own
I've made mistakes
I've made mistakes
Yeah I hope and pray
That one day you might forgive me
It's not the same
Without you here
I can't bare to watch you leave
And I've made mistakes
It's okay, it's my fault
I'll take the blame
I'm sorry for causing you all this pain
It's not the same
It's not the same
without you here
I'm sorry
For ripping apart your heart
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
And I'm sorry
For creating all these scars
I'll patch them up
I'll patch them up
I'm sorry for giving up
I'll make it up
(Just wait and see)
I'll make it up
I will make it up
I love you so much
I'll repair your heart
From the damage that I've done
I'll make it up
I'll make it up
I love you for all you are
Shine bright my star
Shine bright my star
I love you for all you are.
©2017 Written By Benji James
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
( Knock, knock. )
Hey, can I come in?
Hello, yes of course. Would you like any tea or water?
No thanks.
Ok. So how was your week?
Fine, I suppose. Actually now that I think about 60/40 on the ****** scale.
Explain.
I don't know, I've been dating this girl for a while now and it doesn't feel like it's going anywhere.
Andi?
(Cough.) Yeah.
Hmm, I thought things were going well with her. Can you explain your feelings a little bit more?
I guess I'm feeling like she likes me, just not enough.
What do mean not enough?
I mean she likes me but it feels like i'm just somebody to occupy her time until finds someone who is what she really wants. And I'm not sure if she's what I want either... I don't know.
Hmm, that sounds frustrating. Are you sure your not just misreading her? I mean, everybody has a different dating style.
That could be that i'm just reading into it too much but she's kinda flakey and if you ask me, thats a good way to tell how much they like someone.
Not always, but I understand how you feel. Maybe you should consider asking her how she feels?
I don't think I'm at that point yet. The thing is, sometimes we have a lot fun. I guess i'm just confused.
Dating is hard. It takes a lot of courage.
I suppose. I just want to find someone that makes me as good as willa used to.
I know, but I don't think it does you any good to focus your past relationships.
Yeah... I know. Can we talk about something else?
End
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
The word 'boyfriend' is so misleading.
"A boy who's a friend"--- that's a misreading
But if that's the meaning, then I must be keeping
A whole host of them (at least for the time-being).
All this time, I've been dating
Boys from Bio, English, Math, and Painting.
Boys I've met while debating
If chocolate or vanilla is better tasting.
Everyone has a boyfriend, even boys who are straight.
What do you call a captain who's got a first mate?
But all these boys have an expiration date.
All except one---
That's called your soulmate.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Coughing up tales, of which hundreds exist
Regretting us and misreading my transcript
Displaying a shade of default dismissiveness
False bereavement is what you're equipped with
Your visage remains a rivulet, negating encrypted lips
As you spew nix, levels of sanity collapsed when you loosened it
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
I make myself a ****** in a river rushing with hopeful ambition.
I listen to the whispers and jot mental notes on the subleties of conversation:
The gilded mistakes of over confidence and deviancy.
The honesty of misreading a situation.
The defeat in his voice, darkening eyes and flattened smile when she affirms the 'no' with which the conversation began.
All in all, a quite enjoyable evening for the ******
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
i have a knack for misreading emotion,
or possibly a lack of accepting devotion.
you set me in motion, a tide in the ocean,
fated to fall yet i rise with your potion.
*i'll drink your poison if you fill the cup,
you make me crazy, baby, don't give up.*
a lyric i love above all the rest,
but my cup's still filled, i can't drink it yet.
four years ago i'd down four in a row,
but now the tides fallen and i can't let it go.
i used to be immune to this toxic venom,
snake tooth insanity now drives me to bedlam.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 9:16 AM UTC
Maybe it's because I've been left with myself for too long that you appeared like a surprise I wasn't even sure that was coming. You, like rain at 3 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon, make me want to think about you, make me want to (day)dream. Make me want to steal glances, make me want to stare into your eyes, make me want to look away from your gaze. You almost make me want to stop being sad.
Maybe it's because I think you weren't a surprise for me and instead I misread the signs and now I'm in too deep to stop misreading and you make me want to write words that remind me of you, make me want to write words about you. Make me want to describe how your eyes make my heart want to continue beating, how your smile makes my lungs want to continue breathing, how your lame jokes make my cheeks want to continue smiling. You almost make me want to stop being sad.
Maybe it's because I feel like I'm giving myself hope and I'm sorry you ended up in a reality I made up because I couldn't get a grip of myself before I found myself jumping off the building. You don't deserve the longing I projected to you because of my selfishness because you make me want to hear your days, make me want to drink coffee with you, made me fall in love. You make me want to start something, make me want to do something, make me want it to be something. You make me happy.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
You swore to secrecy
You declared that you would tell no-one
Especially not her
The one I said that needed never to hear of it
You tell her of my secrets
And come apologizing
Come begging my forgiveness
Thinking that you have done wrong
And telling me of your sorrow
But there is one flaw to your flaw
One slight misreading of the situation
That you must have simply overlooked
Simply not realised because you trusted me
Trusted me as if I truly trusted you
I trust no-one in this life
And this is why
I knew you'd tell her
Why do you think I told you?
I wanted her to know
But i could never have been the one
The one to break the bad news
That would be vile of me
So I told you and made you swear not to tell her
And you fell for the trap I hoped you would
So ask yourself who really is guilty?
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Apologies are all mine for misreading this situation
Its all my fault that you realised that the only way to get me was to tapp into emotions or were they just words you revised but hey I'm sorry its my fault
I am so sorry for not dating 5 guys at a time maybe then all my attention would spread and I wouldn't have to call you all the time
I'd be never be available for you I guess that's what you wanted
I'm sorry I didn't give you that
Its hard to make sense of how your brain works, of everything really
I suggest you give me a list of your expectations maybe ill turn smart and go all the way
But hey I'm sorry
I fell inlove with you that I enjoyed inside me
But ill change get rid of this demon turn my feelings off and open my leggs just to keep you
Yeah **** you, you stupid ****
I'm not compromising my *** for you
If you want love
I'm here if you want toys stick your hand in your pants you'll find something amusing
Oh SORRY you'll have to grow a pair first....
**** you very much.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
When the seventh salvo of silver flashes
cued the blue floaters for the seventh time,
blotting the smaller letters from their sashes,
I mispronounced “Miss Reading”—made it rhyme
with “misleading.” ****** off her press agent,
Miss Information, who steamed out to smoke.
But the style writers covering the pageant
called it an unconscious masterstroke.
So I became the Master of Near Misses.
The work kept coming. “You must be Miss Taken,”
I transproposed to the Pork Products Princess
panel, and you should have seen Miss Bacon.
They at it up, though. It was liberating.
Within a month I didn’t even need
my malaprompter. Cheating was creating.
Believing anything I couldn’t read
I crushed my quadrifocals. People shed
their crosshairs and acquired a layer of fuzz.
Consequence came uncoupled. What I said
I saw, and what I saw was what I was.
just a cute, funny little poem
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
Twining
these wings in diversion
I've elapsed..
there Is no misreading
these wings exhaust
breaking away
to the milky way moon
and dark ivory sea
with swaying hips
glowing by the glint
in a raven vault of heaven
..
vapor
lanced inside me
like a helix
and your lambent visage
is etched by our waves
you endure
emptiness with you
except
the delicate rosey interior you
had coveted in the passed
you had set free the anchor
and forsakened the charity
depleted blue reflections
grow vaguely in my hand
so i bandaged up my box
of its battered soul ,
and i stitched myself shut
and i abandoned your escape
of memory
[ ||. ]
hostile. incisive. and sunkened
in this entity i revered
you will somehow
breathe me into exaultaion
for the final time
-before all else maybe-
you and I
two serpants intertwine
we brutaly encircle as one
you are the zeal
no more
in the act of the dying beat
i lay it to rest
as you dreamed
one of these nights
it will shatter skyward
it will tred lightly in your inkling
in baptizems of sand
in torrents of blood
~
in each other
languishing
missing you.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
Standing, staring
watching helplessly
as you turn away
you're leaving me
Joyful times,
soul full tides
happy memories
slowly drift away
like leaves in the stream
Silent nights
wordless fights
it all seems to me
pain filled feelings
start to weaken me
I think of where
we have been
and what cannot be
there's no more to be said
our time is at an end
maybe we
can finally see
just what it means
slowly sinking in the mire
misreading your desire
Fooling my self
like only I can
almost believing
I could be your man
that you would want
the same thing too
clearly again
I had been duped
If you're
wearing your heart
upon your sleeve
there are those who
will deceive
tear down your walls
take from you
everything you thought
you knew
so move along
don't look back
the road ahead is
long and black
finding light along the way
holding on till night is day.
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Misreading signals that don't even exist, trust problems, attachment issues,
She's tired of it, she's sick of it, still she's crazy over him,
Tell me, are your eyes still green?
But she won't talk.
She's not trying to hear about my day either, or my type of girl,
She's rolling a joint while I shift gears
I can see her trying to push back tears,
Here's an ear but she won't speak, here's a shoulder but she won't lean,
She feels needy and I can tell, she's vulnerable and I can see,
We're in my room and she wants to ****
But how do I do it without me feeling like I'm taking advantage?
And how does she just give me *** without her feeling like she's one of many?
We laugh.
Nothing's funny
But we laugh anyway.
At night, I replay the scenes of that day in my head
As the hot water from the shower washes away
The familiar smells of *** cigarettes, and alcohol from my body-
But the guilt, that doesn't wash away.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
In the kingdom of the lost,
The one who is found
Still doesn't have a home.
In the crowd of people I saw,
The one who knew everyone
Was the person who felt the most alone.
As they call anyone for help,
Perpetuating back only dial tone.
Some entangle themselves in abuse
Misreading love for a noose
Until they have the courage to cut through
Too late to know who they are anymore,
Blank shells falling to the floor
With a final shot to their body, no more.
One final shot and she's gone.
In the kingdom of the blind,
The one eyed man isn't king.
He sits on that throne wondering
If he's the only one who doesn't see.
Crying out through his days
Wishing to understand the beautiful things
Unknown to only he.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
i stand in there with a room full of people but i still feel so empty.
i paint a smile on my face but inside i am breaking, i feel lost ,i feel incomplete, i am beat, i stand here waiting for this feeling to repeat. overcoming this will only be from that one person, the person who means so much to you but doesn't have a clue. The things they do that cant be compared my heart beats as if i am scared. These signs are playing with my mind again my heart and my mind combine into one, this love feels like the sun. But even the sun gets too close and attached maybe they're my darkness that i bring to life.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
What is it like to be real friends?
Can we do it?
We used to know how but that was before we were face to face
Facing attraction that we can't seem to avoid.
I don't think I can because when my mind daydreams it always comes back to that Wednesday morning
That night we slow danced
And so many others
Is it possible?
Because last night you said you love me like the real kind
(And even though I don't know what that means)
I think I feel the same way
So are we kidding ourselves
Or am i just delusional misreading memories and words you say?
Morphing them into what I want
Confusing myself more along the way
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
In the stone city of life
Where images circle blasphemous
Putrefied ideolized deities,
Carved out of morals from
Their former sins, washed in the Rage
Of time, the stairway of years
Has fallen victim to forgetful dogs
In love with a doctrine read blindly
To justify eating one's own *****
Within their water we drink
With the stained images in the waters,
Combating in a paradise of caged
Jubilation, we become a circus act
Of empty faiths,
Idols exploding with pastors
Armed with ideas,
Sharpened tongues from a library
Written by the Sun,
Twisted by the thugs with Holy Spirits
That daunt the saint,
Plotting Edens in their own image,
We beat each other for the same God,
We ask a name,
Bible,
Quran,
I see the body of Moses in both,
Where is the other God?
The same clouds we look at contain
The same sins we follow from our
Misreading Shepard's,
This is high voltage rhetoric,
The industry of Heaven,
The money of hell,
Cain is well,
Abel unable,
The followers of blind leading seeds
To the dirt,
Grow smeared in to the faith,
Roots of dust,
The fallen have come,
On the knees of blood,
We crown the snakes.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
What manner of a man is he,
Forgetting all the pain that he
Once caused a lady, thinks he's free
To ask, in no small words, "Love me"?
What manner of a lady, she,
Misreading a man's friendly plea
Asking comfort and company,
Compassion, is laughing freely?
No one's right, and no one's wrong,
She's a coquette, and he's not strong,
He's no fool, and she's no fox,
You can't fit either in a box.
What manner of a person, they
Who beat about the bush all day,
Who beat about the bush, that they,
Lose sight of all the truth?
What manner of a life is this?
She's merely waiting for a kiss,
He's waiting for Nirvana's bliss:
Arrested by hurt, pride, and youth.
Aug 13, 2022
Aug 13, 2022 at 5:35 AM UTC