"misrepresentations" poems
I wanted to give you something more than the pen stroke on paper, more than emotion, something more than the Soft breathe that expelled the words I love you.
So the labor in this mechanism called my brains goes into overdrive. Pumping out words like a chimney releasing smoke. Creating a way to show you my appreciation.
Left with empty lungs from all the times you took my breath away. Weak from the moments you kissed me. Stunned from your everlasting natural beauty. I fail to represent the true meaning of you in my life
Searching for something more. Trying to show you your worth. Knowing your worth more than you can believe. I sit here to realize. These words are misrepresentations of my emotions.
There is no alignment of grammar or sentences to explain what you deserve. stuck. Stuck a single equator away.
I'll show you one day. I'll be able to give you something more. More than you know. Until then, catch my breath with your beautiful butterfly net.
Keep it in a mason jar. Tighten down the lid and watch it as it breathes life. Keep it for memories of what is and what's to come. This breathe is all I have. So I give it to you.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Tell me we can have the world if we choose.
Build my hopes so far up to the point where I can't lose.
Illuminate all the possibilities of what we can do.
Make it seem that no matter what I still can't lose.
Lift me to the ****** Would it be a surprise?
How far up can we go? How much further can we rise?
Did you ever speculate what would happen if you failed?
Instead, you just gave me a boost and watched me set sail.
Didn't even deliberate before you spoke to me of such words.
Knew it made me happy to have things to look towards.
Now, your misrepresentations are finally transparent.
It's no surprise you discourage me with more disappointment.
Painted all the things I despise with one single portrait.
Its like you raised your hands, gave up and said your forfeit.
You must be too lazy to commit or your life is not worth it.
You have nothing left to lose, right?
Not compelling enough to put up a fight.
What if I was something you had to lose?
I should be the difference of how you anticipate to choose.
You could die today, never be able to see my face.
Never be able to touch my hand or watch how our fingers lace.
Never be able to smell the scent of my dark hair as we lay.
Never be able to hear my voice or all the words I could say.
Can end it all here, right now, leave behind this place.
So I'm reaching out and you can slip away.
Make it a nightmare turned into reality paved in stone.
Cause you are willing to leave me behind, all alone.
Let me stumble on my breakdown to where I collapse.
You say, "I have nothing left to lose," perhaps.
I fall once more and I crumple, hitting the floor I smash.
Your failure to launch led me to subside and crash.
Is that really where you want me when you choose?
You were wrong, I do have something to lose.
That something I have left is you.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Lofty aspirations
built on crumbling foundations
caused by faulty medications
filled with combinations
of complications
and expectations
from other generations
and fluctuations
of explanations
ignoring the implications
and frustrations
hallucinations and
interpretations
and the misrepresentations
of the ramifications
of your demonstrations
just to feel the sensations
the vibrations
of knowing you have no limitations
life is vacations
mixed with contemplations
of temptations
and on occasion
imagination
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 4:53 AM UTC
What am I to be when others define who I am?!
Foolish mortals! How dare they! Am I realize this "friendship" is a scam?!
Friendship is nothing more than a torch to be blown by winds of change!
It is utterly meaningless when fools enjoy me for my many rages!
What am I?! Am I to be cast to oblivion?! To depths deeper than hell?!
Let those who abuse me, let no mercy be done! Let God tell!
Allow the strikes of death and plague to be unleashed unto to them!
And ensure their coffins sealed, for they shall be devoured by Nephilim!
Make peace unto me, their misrepresentations decide who live or dies!
Make them pay, their bodies scorched by fire where their bodies lie!
Peace and justice will be made to me, because I shall possess the keys!
Make of them suffering and eternal torment, and destroy their families!
I shall be forever victorious and crush my enemies underneath my feet!
And their puny and insignificant presence, ha! They shall face defeat!
No longer will my "friends" use me once and dispose of me immediately!
I will be ruler of a world where my castle everyone be amazed will see!
The majesty of my wonderful rule! When I die, I shall leave a legacy!
"He is he who destroyed his foes and casted them to the guillotine."
"His past was days when people of his mocked with such keen."
"But he rose from his sorrow and by his sword his enemies fell."
"His blood of vengeance runs through the rivers to the dells."
This will be written that of my tombstone when the time is right.
And when my enemies rise again from the shadows, I shall put my light!
The light of my truth, my justice, and my ways to live right!
Their oppositions crushed thousandfold and my armies unstoppable!
Let my revenge from the past fuel the finale that is incomprehensible!
Meteorites from heaven of flame become redder by my enemies' blood!
Even if they rise the flag of surrender, I refuse! Make them shunned!
And so my kingdom is at peace, when war halts and revenge is done!
Let their be tranquility in my land at last, now let freedom run!
Allow the spirit of freedom to spread across my great land!
And where enemies fall, make my virtues and glory stand!
Where people of the millionfold descend to see and adore me!
And at last, make my revenge and cleanse it. It is now free.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
puer
puera puerae
puella puellus
puelli
mani
cured and trimmed
too close almost
cuticle cut
blister sigh
blood blister
blood blossoming beneath
the nail bed
hit it right on
the nailhead
shaved legs,
and a neckbeard.
sledgehammer Sally
sips sweetly from silly
saddle-wearin' thoroughbred
unicorns
I am a fairy faun from
deep inside your frightful
wardrobe roaring lion lyin'
through the skin of my teeth
ice queen itch
I scream for
tag team *****
*** bag drag teen
ditch
pull queen grab
done deal dean
pull mean
and drag me in and
pull me out and
grab a hold and
leg it go and
let's flow and
I'm a ******* princess
gasping
and I'm Prince
Caspian
dead and
drowning between
blurred lines between
between the read the lines blurred
and I'm just trying to reach through
the seemingly subtle spaces
in between rows of words
between letters and faces
but every line and every
curve of the pen is an
iron bar and I'm just
trying to reach through
reach up through
all these symbols
pull myself out of
all these vague
misrepresentations
of understandings and
I accidentally cut myself
on the serrated edges of
the pixelated abstractions
and drip drip
Let's get some coffee.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
for one in a series of misrepresentations
at last the army went home for dinner
after I threw a grenade
one given to me by the union
and my friends
one from a small cache
all I have against their hundreds
but it's the first thing to come over the wall
clink down into a safe a well
and do it's best to detonate and make alot of noise
and it reminded them there's something alive
on the other side
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 10:14 AM UTC
In Search of Truth
The path that I had chosen for the achievement of the eternal truth is giving me nothing now. It started asking me questions, tough to answer and tough to listen too.
I overlooked the mesmerized turns and went straight towards the eternal truth but it now seems like it is not the truth which I am looking for.
I became pliable for those paths which served a lot of misrepresentations and I took them. They cause me to believe that I am close but I am getting further away.
We speak, we talk, we laugh in accordance with that they shall see us in the order but forgets the main reason's concern too.
I didn't have any idea that I shall find myself broken into the various footsteps of the way to accomplish rather I thought that I have my own way to attain the truth.
In search of myself first, I see nothing which has happened to be taken from entering into my own aspects but found it is portrayed by some others.
In the meantime, if there is a way to exit this path I shall pay for it to my extreme extents eradicating eloquent evincing enemies eternally; my own deceiving traits from my real face.
Horrendous hollows hanging horribly in this way, I can choose the other but then the truth shall also be redefined which is not the thing which I want.
So what's the thing going to happen? Let it happen? I don't want it to happen I want some other things to happen happily. But it will happen whether I do anything but yes I can make it happen for my own good sake and for my truth also.
Let the world come against me I shall fight fearlessly and cause a turbulence of revolution in the way and clear away all those fanatical footsteps and let the liberal moves of mine to fill the hollows and construe the way once again that, 'now it is the one which I expected and when all those questions shall become mere rumors of paradoxical ruins and of utmost pomposity. In that way which I believed and make the era believe shall be my way and that clears away all the barriers, In Search of Truth...'
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
Those deleted words that
didn't fit.
Ugly lines became
Ugly li_es.
Unfaithful
Misrepresentations
No better than
Knee **** I love you's
Said to prevent harm.
These lines
Should speak my name —
Painful, raw
Like cuts on skin.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
im lost
deconstructed an irrelevant
co conspiring to end
the misfire of rampant ghosts
leaving tendencies of misrepresentations.
Im like a toddler
Aiming for the gatherings
Of tight misfortunes
How can i receive the cue
From higher establishments
That don't misuse the contrived fortunes.
Irrelevant pause gaps
Leave a stain
Of tiring momentous
Crept stalled erroneous temptations
(This is a peer into my past psychological state)
I've been feeling quite indecisive lately, actually for the past day. This was a description of my emotional state for the past 24 hours in words. I will be doing a complete analytical breakdown of the stanzas and how their subjective meaning can be described objectively in my waking life.
This 20 day poem challenge is just for fun. Will be interesting to see what happens.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
Alea iacta est
Nonsensical deconstruction of the sublime
by the Lowest common denominations
Fatuous misrepresentations of diluted empricism
in the mangle of adious incapables
The mass strangulated death of reasoning
luxuriating in copious vacuities
Hail the Power of bacon as it is to Pigs
sizzling fried Imperialism
BLT sandwiches for all the pyschopaths
throw in
a round of chips
Nov 21, 2023
Nov 21, 2023 at 7:02 PM UTC