"mistakened" poems
"it's going to be your fault" she said.
"what?" I replied.
"your predestined choice of forced molestation,
that wish you don't comply."
"what you wear is not good,
the amount of all the skin.
one man might get the urge to look and then pull you in.
the slit in your back,
it gives skin no place to hide.
it will make him think,
'mm, she must be mine'.
your skirt is very short,
it will surly pull him in.
and he'll say these truthful statements,
while he does his deeds.
you need to think about your clothes
or you'll be begging on your knees."
as I stand there drowning,
in her morbid a words.
the thought came into my head
and then I got the urge.
I said right back,
"you say I must be asking for it?
if it happens, it's my fault.
his natural state is predator,
and his instinct is assault.
you say, my outfit speaks more than my words.
and you're surley right.
I wore these clothes because its hot,
I will stay comfortable through the night.
but not to them,
they think it gives them the right.
the right to say foul words.
'hey sexy', 'that ass', 'i bet you could get dirty'
these slurs of great disgust,
you say are mistakened for flirting.
once he sees some skin, you say
he'll no longer have a choice.
once he sees what he wants
he'll surley make his point.
now, don't tell me not to get *****
or to avoid a man.
tell the men to control their urges than to let it control them."
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
First off, you probably already know I am a people hoarder. I keep everyone close to my heart, even the ones I know I shouldn't. But like poison, you crept into my blood stream and choked me. You watched me suffer and scream for help and watched, because that is what you are - a watcher.
I want you to know this wasn't an easy decision to make. Regardless of good or bad, you played a role in my life and kept the balance going. But I've decided to disrupt the balance - as silly as it sounds. I told myself I was going to give, and give until I have nothing left to give. But I've seen emptiness. And the dark scares me.
I've realized that it is pointless to **** myself for someone who doesn't see my worth. Call me petty, call me self-centred. I will not sacrifice for someone whose intention is to use me. There is, a fine line between being kind and naive. Unfortunately, it was you who made me realize the difference.
I'm sorry you mistakened my kindness for " hey please step all over my head because I'd never find out anyway. " I'm sorry you thought I hadn't heard of the story of broken glass. When glass breaks, you can fix it. It'll just never look the same. Glue, tape - hate, love. I tried it all. It never really does work, you know. The story isn't cooked up.
I'm sorry you took my company for granted because I don't know if my absence will affect you - but I should learn how to no longer care. Don't get me wrong, it's going to hurt. But sometimes you have to just pull through - because that is exactly what life is about.
Having you in my life has affected me terribly in some ways. You watched as I hit my lowest - as I fell into deep rubbles, as I walked out of it fighting, only to hit the ground again every single time. I'm sorry you had to see the worst of me, and didn't know what to do or say. I forgive you - you didn't deserve to see me that way, I apologize.
I still wish you the very best in everything that you do. You were once upon a time all I thought I needed, but it is time to let go. I loved you then, I love you still. I'll light up candles for you occasionally, and I am sorry it had to end this way.
Take care, stranger. I think I'll miss you forever.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
I was looking for
emotion,
But all I got
was something
broken.
I tried to let
my heart open,
But I had to close it,
Before it got ripped
From my soul.
I mistakened
Vulnerability for love,
Thinking I would find
devotion.
Instead, I found myself
lost again,
Drowning
in the deep blue ocean.
Like a one-night stand,
I knew it wasn’t going
to last forever,
I thought there was
something there,
But I was looking
in the wrong place,
at the wrong time.
And that
was when
I realized,
I was never
going to be
together with you.
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 5:11 AM UTC
Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity.. food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and bitch..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Far away I could see her ethereal tattoo's disguised on her neck and back as wings,
Though as I moved in closer for a more perfect view.......
I could see I was mistaken,
Her tattoo's, actually being appendages
were existent and evident after all!!!!
As at that time she saw me,
And fluttered a swooping rise takeoff!!!!
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
*Sitting in my room,
staring at my phone,
Looking at our texts.
My heart melts seeing
those little heart emojis.
I’m staying awake
for hopes to fall for you.*
Deep in the black of the night,
Laying in bed, staying awake for you.
This feeling I cannot begin to ponder
Marks this unending wonder.
*I’m falling, and this time it’s not so scary.
It’s fast as hell, But I’m ready to take a chance.
At school I wait to talk to you,
Getting butterflies that you might feel this way too.*
The highlight of my day
Isn't just that someone talks to me,
But someone I can understand.
Someone that loves my poetry.
Maybe someday, we can be free.
*We met through poetry, my first love,
And now it’s setting me free, to be with you.
Lets run away together, We can be
star-crossed-poets, Not just lovers.*
If I told you that I wanted to take your hand
And fly away with you, would you believe me?
So many times I’ve been crushed from society,
Being lifted back up from you is unfathomable.
*I’m falling in love,
I’m sending you love,
Upload my hug,
I love you “yet”.*
This feeling called “love”
I have mistakened before
Is now stronger than ever.
I never wanted to tell you
With these barriers in our way,
But I can’t hold it back forever.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Where is the palliation? Parochial visions of blank t.v's fuzzed by all Excruciation!
Paradigms of paradoxed love all come around secretly, yet I see them in plain sight. Panacea night's broken to hot bedded springs, parsimonious money launderer's pocket's grow, while children die to sing!!!
The paucity of romancers so pensive to me, perennial, bicentennial blows strong onto every sneeze...
A perfidy of things so strange, word's of slang, to ghetto walls of brick!!! Eye's glued, bomb's on the move with shells from mistakened and sick....
Why so many pojoritive scholar's I ask? Ties to their neck's, with shutgun shells ready to blast....
Perjury of judges, to Schemer's and dreamer's of pernicious luggage....
Where can I find such one who won't make me their perquisite? One to replenish me,
One who shall satisfy me whole as I them!!!!!!!
To an ancient beautiful feast!!!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
I have decided to return
To this lovely site
For my depression is keeping
Me awake at night
It it drowning me with fright
So I have decided poetry will help
Me come up for a breath
I have missed this site dearly
Here young teens are taken seriously
Unlike in reality when we are mistakened for jokes
My depression makes me choke
Scared of my own image
But I have yet
Returned
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
there is not such thing as
falling out of love
It is either
Love
Or
All-the-feelings-mistakened-as-love
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC