"mistaked" poems
She strolled down a winding pathway, admiring the brightly colored roses, listening to the loud chirping of the birds
As she walked,she hummed a tune of joy and followed the path marking on a map, just to reassure herself that she was heading in the right direction
Around a turn o the left she went, then back to the right, as her pace sped with every step
But then the beautiful path that she'd been following for so long fell into a babbling creek, only to continue on the other side
Had she, excited for her long journey, mistaked this path with the one she wished to take?
"No," she decided, for she checked the path a million times before beginning, and she was positive she had journeyed on the correct one
Should she give up on her journey, only to turn around and go home?
"No," she told herself, for how could she live with herself of she gave up on her dream?
But how will she, small and dainty, cross the sputtering creek that lays before her?
She gazed at the creek in front of her, considering walking alongside it until she reached a spot where she could walk across
"No," she determined, for there was no way of knowing whether there'd be a break in the flood of water, and even if there was, she'd be lost in the forest, continuously searching for the path
She glanced from left to right, searching for something to aid her in crossing the creek
To the left of the path, she noticed flat stones, the exact size of her foot
"Yes!' she exclaimed, as she sets them in the creek and skipped across them
She was back on her way, strolling down the pathway, headed towards her dreams.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
*his touch was electrifying,
he made me believe our love
was strong enough
to shift mountains,
to stop time,
end all pain.
but then I found out.
I found the truth
and it rattled my brain,
churned my stomach,
sliced through my core.
I believed your false grin
and mistaked it for being mine.
you lied to me about our love,
you said I was the only one.
you left me dumbfounded
and scatterbrained.
why did I put my trust into ***** hands.*
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
i mistaked that birds crow for you-
all i long for is to hold you
my tears are for that of joy
and the mere idea of you not being here.
Your my rylee my lovey my puppy
my baby number 2,
afterall hunny hunny bunny
baby bru came before you;
I miss your whimpering as much as it broke my heart,
I was attentive and ready to provide all that i could
for the nurturing you need
The feeling of the sharpness of your puppy teeth
as you used me as your chew toy;
any moving object became your object -
I loved every second of it.
I love you Rylee boo, I do I do I do
From the sole bottom of my heart
to the second were apart -
You have my heart .
Your my baby
my joy
My light beneath the miserable heat
this distance so deep
Slowly digs steep-
Will soon be gone;
There will be nothing left to long for;
because I will soon have you
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 5:03 AM UTC
I want to be a skinny teen
With thick and flowing hair
Crystal eyes, a great disguise
A beauty that is rare
So if my lungs may call for smoke
Or my stomach for a drink
My teeth so white, will hardly fight
To poison underneath
My bones will wrack with tremors
From the colored, candy pills
Mistaked to be, my laugh you see
Anything for ugly thrills
To feel the ice of tile
As I lay down on the floor
The ****** pounds, of thumping sounds
Is this what I'm searching for?
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
I don't have a metaphoric way of expressing how I feel tonight. So I won't try.
I won't try to describe a love I'll never know, nor maximize the mere encounters I mistaked it as.
It's quite ridiculous now that I think about it. All these writings about these people that don't consider themselves lucky to have had me. I won't try to prove to them that I'm worth the appreciation. I'll just sit here thinking of Augustus Waters.
I love her. I am so lucky to love her.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I want to crawl under the threads of your dreams and untie the lust of your sin and trace every scar and taste every tear and kiss all of your forbidden desires and I know its all an illusion and you are only smoke in high heels and thigh high whiskey dressed in pretty blue bullet lingerie yet my bones ache as I paint my hunger for what hides under the stars of your skirt and I want to feel the warmth of the soft spot lying under the small piece of cloth hiding the bud that I want to watch bloom and part with the gentle push and stroke of brush and fingers and tounge and kiss what honey will flow as all of our clothes disappear into the dark heat of temptation and and your legs cover my head and muzzle my breath and your heavenly scent has become my air and your devilish taste has poisoned my blood and my self control is starting to split at the seams and little pieces of me are seeping out into you and I'm tangled and tied to the vice falling from the whip of your hair unleashed and I've become so weaved into your web that I can no longer tell whose limbs are whose and I can't remember which one of us is real am I the illusion of a dream or am I climbing after a mad vision of you and something smells of dust and flight and I took a wrong turn at the curve of the moon that I mistaked for your hips and I'm lost out here in the nowhere and never desperate to find a home in your kiss
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
My thoughts bring tears
Mistaked by being fears
I would tell you them
But all you would ever do was break them
You lost my trust by running to the one I was talking about
Not once not twice but always
The worst part was I knew you
She never wanted to know you
I followed your worst days
She only made you pay
Not only are you paying for her
Your also loosing me all because
My thoughts bright tears
And you made them become her fears
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC