"mistrusted" poems
I still believe in every lie.
Trust into mistrusted ones.
Care even they don't care.
Give time though they not even worth giving for.
Love who does not love me.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
One day she asked her father
To give her a garden plot
To plant and tend and reap herself,
And he said, “Why not?”
In casting about for a corner
Of walled-off ground where a shop had stood,
And he said, “Just it.”
And he said, “That ought to make you
An ideal one-girl farm,
And give you a chance to put some strength
On your slim-jim arm.”
It was not enough of a garden,
Her father said, to plough;
So she had to work it all by hand,
She wheeled the dung in the wheelbarrow
Along a stretch of road;
But she always ran away and left
Her not-nice load.
And hid from anyone passing.
And then she begged the seed.
She says she thinks she planted one
Of all things but ****
A hill each of potatoes,
Tomatoes, beets, beans, pumpkins, corn,
And even fruit trees
And yes, she has long mistrusted
That a cider apple tree
In bearing there to-day is hers,
Or at least may be.
Her crop was a miscellany
When all was said and done,
A little bit of everything,
Now when she sees in the village
How village things go,
Just when it seems to come in right,
She says, “I know!
It’s as when I was a farmer——”
Oh, never by way of advice!
And she never sins by telling the tale
To the same person twice.
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I berated her
But she was stronger than me
I put pressure on her
But she was always magnificent
I judged her harshly
But she was always right
I tried to control her
But we both wanted freedom
I made her weep
But she made me see
I kept her locked away
But she survives
I tried to quiet her
But she sang, she danced
I asked her to take the lead
She said there's none to take
I mistrusted her
She waited patiently
I wore my checkered suit
She wore nothing but jewels
I spoke to her timidly
And she answered eagerly
I invited her in
And we arrived.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC
How do you dislike me? Let me count the ways.
At least half of what I do and half of what I say
Seems to irritate and frustrate you.
My deeds mistrusted and misunderstood
As something other than selfless good.
Your suspicion steals a narrow view
Of how I would prefer to spend my time.
So the sentence precedes the crime
And love is shackled in its gaol,
A prisoner with no parole,
Once found guilty, condemned for all,
And nothing can now avail.
Imagined crimes will never fade
And penance be ne’er truly paid.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
She hides her cries
In the makeup she applies
By streetlight.
Both wash away in the rain.
Devious and mistrusted
She's a little disgusted
By here reflection
In the window pane.
Beautifully tragic,
Hypocritical and magic,
She tries to
Hide her cries.
We pretend to look away.
Her parents called her stardust
And she covered her scars
Under tattooed stars
Until her body was the universe;
With a black hole over her heart.
Ten thousand constellations
Painted on a beautiful landscape
With no reservations,
Invisible lines
Connect-the-dots
And constantly change
Images making
And breaking
Alliances
To spell out
My name
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:00 AM UTC
First the illicit thrill
Becomes routine habit
Run of the mill
Like you're invincible.
Once, your heart beated
Feverish, hesitant,
Now you swagger, unheated,
The cheat can't be cheated.
The check-out girl, Lizzie,
Is trusting and smiling
Then she turns away, busy
And you're suddenly dizzy.
To your pocket inside
Go the chocolate bars -
Though it's undignified
There's a strange kind of pride.
Then - out of the blue,
In front of the world,
One day she asks you....
And what can you do?
...But collapse to your core
Like a worm-eaten apple
Pray to fall through the floor
You are Named, evermore.
Oh - the shame! she's disgusted
You're a thief, you're mistrusted
All that shock and self-loathing
For those moments you lusted.
Poor girl, she won't be aware
That her face and her voice
Will feature forever
As worst memory, lowest nightmare.
You'll be chilled to the bone
And you'll ask yourself "Why?"
Without job, wife or home,
Foolish, guilty, alone?
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC
life is peace like death.
emboldened by spurs we
charge
ever more gloriously
towards destruction.
catch me in
my descent into savagery.
an aching hunger
gnaws
in each of us
mistrusted by evolution.
proven friend to humans;
the accident of nature.
life is peace like death.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
I’m wasted on
Mistrusted remedies misplaced among a messy world
Amidst the misappropriated masterpieces
Lost within our land
We were made for mighty minds
Need to metamorphosize
Find time
Stop the blind fantasizing
Come to die
Otherwise,
We future butterflies
Are consequently caterpillars
Falling from the trees
Can’t fly yet
Although we deny it
We are earthbound
Unfound but by the resounding sound of the hounds of time
And they will find us as we hide beneath our fear
Of death
Or we could face it
Face them, face death
This breath could be the last of the old way
The old order
At the border and the shore
Of life we know
Lets set sail
And stop pretending
I know it’s coming
There’s a mending
A trusted remedy
I beg you please
Don’t expect it from me
But if there’s a spirit in your flesh
Take the road and let it groan
For your home
Then listen
See there’s a meaning to the madness
It distracts us
From the atlas
In our souls
Neatly folded
Put on hold
The search for gold
Till we have time
Maybe till we’re older
Baby maybe till we’re bolder
Stay awake and let’s be soldiers
Storm the gates although they smolder
Though they’re heavier than boulders
Time to take back
What was stolen
Before time
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
life is peace like death.
emboldened by spurs we
charge
ever more gloriously
towards destruction.
catch me in
my descent into savagery.
an aching hunger
gnaws
in each of us
mistrusted by evolution.
proven friend to humans;
the accident of nature.
life is peace like death.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 10:53 PM UTC
Let me wake up to your fragrant oh girl your amazing
You're supernatural from the body marks I left on you
If we stay inlove let's keep it to us and later on discuss it
You misread what I try to say now your mistrusted
It's a fight we on... It's a fight we must win
From the arguments and leaving each other we continue to become deeper in
My poetry is a will ..but my love for you is a thrill
They say if love can have one act it be the one that kills
Let's grow old together till our body is worn-out and rusted
Cuz your the one I love and your body is what I lusted
Your my angel... I'm your demon
But some how we switch positions once I gave you all my secrets
I can't express a lot on how I feel on this song
But if I continue to write my rights I just no you will fix all my wrongs .. Hold up !!
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
It was my last swig
before I hit the gallows
of a slumber
not too far mistaken
as an escape from the
void and emptyness
of a lover's life's dreams.
All be it!
... is not misgivin',
but mistrusted
in a lame being's spirit mind.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Frank still makes me sad,
I think about all the dreams we had,
Chilling and smoking at the crib,
I don't know the last time I smiled like that.
Even when it got bad,
You were the only one I ever wanted,
Your side of the bed is still empty,
Has me turned around and
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
And you were my man, yeah,
I mistrusted and I know,
You finally let go, and so,
I'm just still right here,
Thinkin bout all the things I did wrong.
Just thinking bout,
Maybe one day you'll see this,
Read this, Talk to me,
If not, I love you and
I'm thinkin bout all the things I did wrong
Yeah, All those stupid things.
I'm sorry.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
how when I have arrived at a distant place |
sleep beheads an animal when dreaming
is in search for its body somewhere
and lies over barbed coverts – I am that
animal again in, over and over, lost within
its hubris a dream forecasts with separate proof
near the end of this investigation.
what will they tell me when they see me
after all these years when it rained almost
every day? of what continued trace must I bear,
and may not be mistrusted yet? what evidence
is inflated, with nothing to report?
this long stumbling night
contorts its own version of being lost and again in,
the same covetous body snared.
how when a selfishness manifests itself in complete peace
is when a dream, a piecemeal apparatus
you can feel even the resting tremor of it learn my structure
and are these now infinitely throbbing highlights a part
of me starting small convulsions anywhere it goes
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
I looked out at the street,
hoping for footsteps
coming up the path..
But all I heard was
therapy sessions..
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:49 PM UTC
Impossible to touch and out of my reach,
Unwritten codes which warn to not breach
These laws of conduct; someone else's possession,
All their own in a mistrusted lesson;
Undeserving through many an eye. Thy quietly fear
With one life to lead, chances of kissing you disappear,
Even though you stand less than a breath away,
Honourable be; shall I leave in friendly play?
Or pursue with mother wolfs stare, a deer's kind face;
Hunting for her poor cubs in winter's bitter embrace.
Love of her young ones, her tired weary limbs drive,
Gluttony's ravenous kiss and her hungry prize.
Pushes this force to conquer starving lusts sneer,
The same power I'll use, to stalk you, my dear.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
The child I was
Was the child I became
Sad, silent eyes that I don't remember
Showing
To myself Or
The world
My world was small and narrow
And surrounded by people that that I liked and even loved
However
Puzzling they seemed
Lots of friends as puzzled as I at this strange
World populated by those large, tall and passionless adults, calling the Many words of friendship
Not only I mistrusted.
We grew together and apart
And mourned those we lost in whatever ways,
The next generation children of the
Generations before
And before them.
We didn't think to complain
No one did then.
And now?
We finally find, and I hope its not only I,
That the freedom
We've sought In so many
Inappropriate and self- destructive
Solutions, began
With one small journey
That stretches into some far off horizon
None of us can see.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Don't pretend
to be an angel
fallen.
or a star
lost in this
black velvet
night.
I trusted you.
you mistrusted
me. and now
our lives lie
like marbles
rolling in
different
arcs
across your
bedroom floor.
unrehearsed paths
racing each other
to nowhere
imparticular.
emotional outcasts
thrown from
our brief existence
to love's oblivion,
with no
future and
barely a past in
sight.
And in the
morning light
we are not
what we intended
nor promised to
each other to be,
we are so
much less.
clowns with masks
broken in two.
rainbows only
bleeding black
and white,
shadows of
what we
used to be ,
seeds never
taking root
in love.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
You've ruined smiles for me
Twisted them, beyond definition
Curves of lips ***** up my spine
Ghosting the air over my arms
Like an arctic breeze
Whispered air of whispers
Which curses the smiles
That I follow following me
Simpering smiles and snide smiles
Curtains over gritted teeth
And the false niceties that are
The fastest path to achieving what they want
Not what they need, they don't need smiles
Nobody needs the smiles anymore
Don't smile, unless you wish
To be mistrusted by the many
I cannot smile in the street
The price, a sneer or slap
So I cast my eyes down to the cobbles
And watch the rain wash away
The years' and years' worth of salt
Don't smile at me, please
It makes my throat sting
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
I lay here, confused about where I am
I feel my body and I feel my skin
But it's this unnerving feeling I keep seeming to get
I don't know it yet.
And I ensile other thoughts, knowing what you need
I ask and answer anything
I feel so disconnected to who I am
I don't know who, and I definitely don't understand.
I ask you so many times how I can
Alleviate this pain, don't ask me how I am
I cannot answer, if I don't know
How do we seem so disconnected, two days ago we were so close.
You think I'm causing trouble
I would know when I am
I'm causing it to myself and my mind
I feel a sense of being snubbed, who knows why?
It's that frustration that I can't get to go
It's that feeling of failing but underserving, never saying no
Mistrusted, misrepresented, misunderstood by myself
That's what I am.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC