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"misstep" poems
A horror movie scene as the heroine escapes. Everything is still besides her convalescing breath and the distant, chasing wind. Not a noise is heard except the fall leave's rattle and the birch wood's moaning bark in the moonlight. Her body slouches into the protection of a lone shed, and shrouds itself in the aroma of cut grass. A tense brow relieves and tired eyes close, thankful to receive the momentary peace. A possible misstep turns the wary peace on end with the jagged cut of broken leaves. The once relieved brow now concedes surprise as wild eyes are cast towards an opaque barricade. Sly pieces of garden equipment leash a weathered jacket in place as she attempts to stand. A cackle is heard, a shriek undone. To spite the brittle wood, the formulaic jump-scare-skeleton-hand bursts through the shed's solicitous walls, set to declare the last of a weary soul as his own. The wind catches up and spearheads any hole it can find. It begins whistling around the dim room like a tornado elated to havoc behind a castle's walls. The tree bark howls, the leaves, now delight. We learn there is no reprieve for a begging champion. The camera backs out of the splintered hole, and pans over a silhouetted forest to face the waning moon. The hero succumbs with muted screams to a gore far below and out of frame. Our only closure, a black screen, with bright white letters, slowly scrolling up. The end.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
The End // A short story experiment.
Doing a dance, to wear a mask, To play a game that you can’t stomach . . . Just so that the truth doesn’t have to face you, The way you recoil from reflections of yourself. You’d forsake your happiness, your health —                                                   You would burn it all. To do a dance, To wear a mask To play a game you’ll always lose.              To look in a mirror . . .              To tell an image, that it’s anything but you. And it is in that moment, that you'll find                            You’ll tell the unfamiliar truth As you bleed and feed Your own obliterated youth . . . To feel, and then                           to lose — Just like the loss you always knew                           You would find in disappointment. Like an unholy anointment                           of your least desirable possessions That retire from the heavens                           Back to you. To betray, and to amuse                                                           Alone. The ides of irony rejoice!                For they’ve found their lamb... or their ever-dying muse.                  Forsaking life itself, you clamor To see others just like you. And maybe, one day, one will choose            the path that you can’t leave, As it reciprocates to thee —             Two partners in misery, fated to excuse the waste of each other...             until they find there’s nothing left. To feel the flame within its breath consumed. Wearing a mask, To live a lie,                 And die a death,                 Whose dance you six-times misstep                               And on the seventh, betrays you. ​
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:46 AM UTC
The Way You Recoil from Reflections of Yourself
Doing a dance, to wear a mask, To play a game that you can’t stomach . . . Just so that the truth doesn’t have to face you, The way you recoil from reflections of yourself. You’d forsake your happiness, your health —                                                   You would burn it all. To do a dance, To wear a mask To play a game you’ll always lose.              To look in a mirror . . .              To tell an image, that it’s anything but you. And it is in that moment, that you'll find                            You’ll tell the unfamiliar truth As you bleed and feed Your own obliterated youth . . . To feel, and then                           to lose — Just like the loss you always knew                           You would find in disappointment. Like an unholy anointment                           of your least desirable possessions That retire from the heavens                           Back to you. To betray, and to amuse                                                           Alone. The ides of irony rejoice!                For they’ve found their lamb... or their ever-dying muse.                  Forsaking life itself, you clamor To see others just like you. And maybe, one day, one will choose            the path that you can’t leave, As it reciprocates to thee —             Two partners in misery, fated to excuse the waste of each other...             until they find there’s nothing left. To feel the flame within its breath consumed. Wearing a mask, To live a lie,                 And die a death,                 Whose dance you six-times misstep                               And on the seventh, betrays you. ​
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Sit by my side, talk me through, let your sweet breath caress my swollen eyes. I select you. Tell me about your past, talk me through, each misstep and lie, the cadence makes it fine. Curl up next to me, talk me through, make sure my heart beats, but don't let me fall victim to dreams. Call me your best friend, talk me through, if I show weakness, tangle about hair, please don't call me handsome. If we make it past night, if you talked me through, I'll make you breakfast and you will make laughter. Will you select me too? Let's keep the trade even, talk me through, I'll distract you, you'll distract me, from all the old lovers that proved themselves typical.
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
Through the Night
you left your blueish dress twisted by the pool’s edge like a cold monument to every single misstep and my heart is overwhelmed with visions of a dancing grave via crucis in the morning carry me to our palisade while these tiny arcs of light leave my eyes, breaking easily and your voice keeps me awake i believe that i need this you were wrong i am nothing but one more familiar face amid the pageantry
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Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
via crucis
One misstep, an ill placed footfall, the single clumsy blunder, can ruin even the most graceful trips. The mortal enemy of canvas is the day the sun doesn’t shine. The day the sky sheds its grey onto earth. Whether rain or snow, it doesn’t matter much. One misstep, and cold hearted canvas absorbs the error you’d like to erase. Mistakes fade, but will always be remembered by your cold, wet socks, and the cold-hearted canvas.
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 11:16 AM UTC
Cold-Hearted Canvas
It's obvious, isn't it? When two similar planets pass by each other and get caught in each other's gravity. It's obvious what must happen here. The words not said scream loud enough to bridge the hundreds of miles, and we still don't say them. Not yet. It's obvious we haven't been here before. Into uncharted waters, we move so very slowly, careful not to create waves before we meet in the center, careful not to misstep, so that we can do things right for once. It's obvious.
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:18 PM UTC
Obvious
It doesn't matter how hard I try I never seem to get away Cause after all you did to me I fear these feelings will always stay *Your lies I believed were the truth beneath The pain recedes but the heart bleeds My instincts were right all along I’m just a part of your love song* You see, I live my life in fear Fear I won't succeed And every small critique I get Makes me once again recede *My Iloveyous to you were inevitable Like the sun emitting his ardor Despite the moon in slumber’s nocturne He shines brightly with fervor* I live my life, always afraid That I am not on the right path And if I take one small misstep I'll have to face somebody's wrath *Time consumes me while I waste it away Like grains of sand as I clenched and ran Only to lose it Again and again* I am eternally scared That all my judgments are wrong And if I ever meet someone They'll only like me for so long *But then I met you out of the blue You were trying to forget someone too We sparked like fireworks in the night sky But the fire burnt out and our colors faded hue* I live my life in constant fear I fear that you were right I simply am not good enough And I will not be alright *Thank you for proving me right That we were not meant to be How could you love another light When I was the one your darkness pleased* But even worse than all these things Is my terror that someday I will meet someone else like you And not be able to get away. *You complete me &* You destroyed me
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Philophobia (Collab with Erenn)
We've crossed the road into teenage haste Generation gap With confusion, harum scarum, mistrust, disparity Not knowing who to listen or follow Family, or so called, not your friends You keep thinking we the parents our your enemy When we only try to teach you Embrace you with the facts of life Are life, Are love has been No More, No Less   You know we given the best lessons of life But it's your choice to make it right You can't keep trying to keep pushing Not expect to get pushed back We our your parents Not your friends My word as your parent is bond Don't take and misstep Out of your place Cause even though Still you're moving around to find the right direction The wrong direction will be probation officers In your face Think long and hard of the identity you want to choose One time, two times, three times You Lose I'm just talking and giving tough love All can be remove With your last desire To breathe free air Your wake up call could be Being locked up In the streets with a dare Bang, Bang, you're dead So can we sit down without a lot of frustration Talk things over Everything changes in life Nothing stays the same for long Soon you'll be an adult To make the choice If they are wrong or right Just don't make them now Preferably not ever Strange day's of a teenage life Doesn't stay the same Forever One thing I do know God doesn't put us here On Earth Without a purpose or a plan (upwc)-Zenobia/aka/LadyZ710-1/30/10
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Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 7:47 PM UTC
Generation Gap
I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today
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Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Lost Admirer
I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
Lost Admirer
Oh, Anxiety You **** me Over and over With no warning You show up With open arms I've got no luck I see you every day Wouldn't mind at all To simply walk and talk Without misstep or fall And forgetting all about you Anxiety, Anxiety Where from do you come? Why can't we Ever seem a little smarter than dumb? Killing my core and my head Dropping my body as it turns to lead
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Anxiety
Like falling down stairs you know before it happens that misstep the drop in your gut Like falling down stairs you know the pain before it's felt that initial shock the suppressed cry of pain Like falling down stairs hoping no one was witness the embarrassment the fear of getting back up We stood at the top when you pushed me down the falling hurt more than the landing
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
Falling Down Stairs
*A church mouse’s despondent muse Is like a fuse Melting as soon as it features in its brain It does potentiate a pitiless migraine. Bubbly spring in its step A misstep Seemingly a rare occurrence Like a snow ball in hell, perchance. A truce With Zeus To spare it Bedeviling suited for a society’s #misfit.*
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
The luxury of hopelessness.
I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC
Lost Admirer
I shall bound triumphantly into a time to come Drink of waters no other has ever tasted A serene and silent seer I shall then become Into the aching hearts of men With visions still unread Brilliant stars will bloom, which once were faded Sleeping souls retracing steps Of a time before their skies were jaded By those errors made in judgment Stealing lives Into a dark misstep I shall then lie outside myself And watch to see Those aching hearts drinking waters I have tasted A serene and silent seer I will remain and be While sleeping souls regain the light They thought once wasted
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Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 4:37 AM UTC
Sleeping Souls
Standing by myself before gates of open sky, There she stands in front of me looking right into my eyes. Open plains but I know the rain might just pour down, So I stay hidden away under my umbrella. Every answer is empty not caring what we do, Whatever you want I promise I'll be content. It's not a lie, no not all I just want to be your doll, But I am locked in my emotion umbrella can't even feel the rain. Never a chance of getting wet or misstep because I am protected from the pain. Anything I want next time? How about you get me out of this thing? I don't need any promises any more, Meet me at the door. Because I can't walk in there with my emotion umbrella.
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Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
Emotion Umbrella
You're my fear Everything that i hold dear You hang on every word I say As I pray, you won't grow To one day, live that way But to find your own words Of world's old and new That take you places Beyond all that i once knew Till that day, I'll always say I'll carry your fear Like a one true love That i keep near So grow my angel child Take this life as you can Be it one or be it many Let it be dreams that you carry And if you ever misstep If you stumble or falter I will always be humbled and proud To be the one, to call you Daughter
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 4:34 PM UTC
Daughter
Love is tacky. Love is cheap. Love is scrolling through an endless amount of ****** online dating profiles on a Saturday night. Love is not subtle. Love is two people bargaining, lying to each other, lying to themselves. Love keeps track of every misstep so as to hold it against their partner in an ongoing war of attrition so that they get to pick what to watch on Net-Flix. Love does not rejoice in itself, but does so on Facebook, so that you can rub it in the face of your ex, and all those friends that just really want to watch you fail. Love is cheap. *** with a price tag marked to sell. Love is dead.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
St. Paul's Letter to the Corinthians
Nobody ever talks about how the rain turns soil into mud; how precaution tangoes on the soles of your rain boots and one misstep could lead to a concussion; damage, or a little scrape on the knee. Nobody ever talks about how caged birds sometimes forget how to fly. Mundane gestures marinated as “special” instead of something one ought to do. He’s forgotten how to make her laugh. When he says “baby”, she could almost hear the anchor pulling down the sincerity in his voice box along with the word “sorry” and “sweetie, im never gonna hurt you again” where his voice begin to crack like tectonic plates that supported his ego— when he says “i love you” nobody ever talks about the barriers on beds and ******* and fetishes to which the extent of the phrase lies— His i love yous were starting to sound like a beg for *** and his i love yous fade out when he gets what he wants. He gets what he wants.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Unpopular Opinions
astonishingly nervous for lips tasting of cheap wine do i scare you? you touch me like the slightest misstep, could break me is this tenderness, or fear?
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
c.
turn on a sixpence i slipped on your silhouette, as i crept in your shadow. Obscured in your umbrage, an abundance of dark. Opaque mistakes clouded, our nebulous hearts. I shaded your colours in grey tone, to take home, your essence in plainclothes, and our monotone goals. I was your eccentric apprentice, You were a trip to the dentist, pulling me out of comfort zone. I had decayed in ways, concaved incisors seen better days, yet in spite of my enlightened phase, the sweetness of life took me away in a chain of abuse of penny chews and the absolution of front page news. I choose me, I choose you. Now if i misstep, i’ll turn on sixpence; and my value to you will continue to grow over time.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
turn on a sixpence
how did i turn to this dead end? how did it get this bad? there's no turning back now i have no where else to go i can't go forward, I've already been to far back how the hell do i get back on track? there has been no questions answered no apologies accepted no smiles nothing but silence and heartbreak hovering over me how did i get to this point? it all started with heartbreak all of the risks we had to take I'm followed by this haze wondering, when will i get out of this maze? i made my decisions, i wish we could have a revision i turned left on this maze, and still,  for you, I'm crazed your voice blares through the speaker my soul is getting darker and darker i can't stand it but i know i can't quit with every step, it feels like i have misstep the torture is getting worse its like I'm cursed and i know the end is not near get me out of here I'm stuck in this heartbreak maze i hurt in so many ways its all because of you how was i supposed to know that you're love for me wasn't true? i hope you're happy because i am unhappy I'm going to die soon from my big heart bruise i hurt way too much inside the pain will never subside who knew heartbreak could **** i know you're having a thrill don't be happy much longer soon enough, your guilt won't make you any stronger so here i am, stuck behind these walls i know you don't care at all i sit here and give my last brawl how did our love ever fall? i hope you got what you wanted, now I'm gone
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Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
heartbreak maze
Starless, chilly an autumn night It all started right A dance it would be A stranger I was Amongst a two roosts of Latter Day Saints Popular, I was not Neither shy nor sociable, I stood in wait for a suitor Then a lad glided in A bit taller than I, blonde hair, green eyes And an adorable hat on his head Chitter-chatter, Smiles, laughter, Then the Games began This suitor, Gage he was called Had speed, but not dexterity And was soon defeated Charming, cheering, continuing The dancing came Clumsy, was I ever so While he radiated mastery Every misstep spin on my part Made him smile He whispered in my ear, In hot breaths, Compliments of golden rarity A suitor of suitors I see A spectacular dance, then another...and quite a few more Each spin drawing me closer, As we learned the ways of our bodies purely The intense stares making my cheeks glow rouge Beguiled in the moment, I followed Gage out in an innocent move Outside, taking a walk around the sacristy We sat upon an abandoned stair We spoke, we laughed, and... His sparking eyes locked with mine And I knew such a day would come! An elegant milestone! Lips in incoherent shapes as we did the most ancient of things Simple and sweet Breathless, I was Yet I wanted more We kissed once again, longer this route Your lips are sweet, he said in my ear, as I shook in delight Paper and pen, number in hand My phone in his hands, exchanging modern things A quick hug And a long night of thought for me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since then, contact has been strangled to a near death As though it was alive beforehand My hope has faded But still, I choose to see it as a lesson for the wise Not a regret for the stupid It was magical, It was ordinarily extraordinary, And blessed I feel for the experience.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
A Night of Nights
Starless, chilly an autumn night It all started right A dance it would be A stranger I was Amongst a two roosts of Latter Day Saints Popular, I was not Neither shy nor sociable, I stood in wait for a suitor Then a lad glided in A bit taller than I, blonde hair, green eyes And an adorable hat on his head Chitter-chatter, Smiles, laughter, Then the Games began This suitor, Gage he was called Had speed, but not dexterity And was soon defeated Charming, cheering, continuing The dancing came Clumsy, was I ever so While he radiated mastery Every misstep spin on my part Made him smile He whispered in my ear, In hot breaths, Compliments of golden rarity A suitor of suitors I see A spectacular dance, then another...and quite a few more Each spin drawing me closer, As we learned the ways of our bodies purely The intense stares making my cheeks glow rouge Beguiled in the moment, I followed Gage out in an innocent move Outside, taking a walk around the sacristy We sat upon an abandoned stair We spoke, we laughed, and... His sparking eyes locked with mine And I knew such a day would come! An elegant milestone! Lips in incoherent shapes as we did the most ancient of things Simple and sweet Breathless, I was Yet I wanted more We kissed once again, longer this route Your lips are sweet, he said in my ear, as I shook in delight Paper and pen, number in hand My phone in his hands, exchanging modern things A quick hug And a long night of thought for me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since then, contact has been strangled to a near death As though it was alive beforehand My hope has faded But still, I choose to see it as a lesson for the wise Not a regret for the stupid It was magical, It was ordinarily extraordinary, And blessed I feel for the experience.
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Sleezy Santa drinking honey flavored Jack, straight from the bottle. Ruining your Childhood one large gulp at a time. Chasing it with Natural Light. Oh the weather outside is frightful. ***** snow falling on a ***** town. The only way that drunkard got on the roof is through liquid courage. That **** is slippery and one misstep means ** ** Hospital for Jolly ole St. Nick. The holiday season would be thrown through a loop with Kris Kringle stuck in a coma. Mrs. Claus is filling the papers for sole custody of the elves. Happy Holidays.
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 2:49 PM UTC
Oh Santa, not again
I wait, untouched. The polished road beneath my feet vibrates with anticipation. I look into the pitch black cave And see the lantern burn Brighter and brighter. It burrows through the darkness With a familiar fury. With the desperation of a child, I lean over the stripe and Contemplate myself. One misstep, One careless bump, And my fate would be decided.   The ground shakes under me And the underground wind sweeps my body back I am pushed once again onto mortal soil, And am afraid of myself.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
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