"misusing" poems
Girly.
You call me girly.
When I wore pink,
You called me girly,
And said I was trying to be "the stereotype of femininity".
I just wanted to wear pink.
When I wore a skirt,
You called me girly.
Said I was just trying to impress boys and be slutty.
When I went out with a boy,
You called it "the death of feminism"
And when I cried,
You laughed and said "Cry, then, girly."
I- wait.
I am a girl.
If I am a girl, I must be girly.
And so you must be girly too.
Since when has being a woman been a slur?
All these angry ****** women,
Trying to make their taunts noble,
By hiding behind a noble title that they don't hold- Feminist.
They simply like to taunt, shame, bully
Other women, who don't fit into their archetype of ****** insecurity and violent jealousy.
They don't care about the sexism, that goes on daily,
Internationally, globally, yet never seems to end.
Oh no, they do not see the bigger picture.
You do not see the big picture.
It's just you against another girl,
And you trying to justify your actions
By misusing that word,
That word you just love to misuse,
Feminism.
So go ahead.
Call me girly.
I'll be glad, I'll be proud.
You just called me a woman.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
I think my name would be safe in your mouth.
I wouldn't be concerned about you
misusing it
or putting other names with it.
I trust you
would keep it secure
between your teeth.
There would be no worry
of you spilling it out with vicious words.
I'd be sure that you would treat it with care
and only use it
when the setting is perfect.
And you would sing around my name.
Songs I probably won't know but
that's okay
because my name would be
somewhere good.
I imagine you
would only surround it
with words like
"careful" and "forever"
and "here, take my hand."
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
An unintelligible verse,
Is worse than a curse.
A badly worded rhyme,
is a literary crime.
Instead of rhyming ‘bird',
With a word like curd,
Some people are plain absurd,
And will use lacquered.
Poetry is emotion,
Expressed through lines,
Not word commotion,
Going off like mines.
The rules of grammar,
Have to be in place.
So please don't anger,
The grammarian populace,
By confusing their and there,
And misusing you're and your,
And using any word anywhere,
And thinking your poetry is pure.
Big words make not a poet,
Hyperboles won't add to the meaning,
So when you poeticise please know it,
Short stanzas are more appealing.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
I don't want to be
a heartbroken Daedalus.
Let me have those wings
so I could be
the one to burn
carefree
into the sun
selfish, ignorant, oblivious.
Not grieving and delirious.
Incinerate this youth,
this dream to the root;
an instant ball of flames,
so but memory remains.
* * *
Cut my wings before I'm high
Are you my Daedalus?
We're not mature enough to fly.
I'm not your Icarus.
I'd rather be the liver
of Prometheus,
not himself who did deliver
hope to those oblivious,
misusing now his fire...
* * *
I'd rather be the liver of Prometheus
than live in this illusion of deliverance
The more you know, the more you're faced with ignorance;
and ignorance defeats you with experience
I'd rather be the wings of Icarus
and know the smell of burning feathers
than have a tomb stone like the one of Sisyphus,
no longer strong to push it from the nether
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
*Ignore the mind
Too difficult
To confide
Too much
Story telling
Misguided intention
An age old conviction
Too ill intended
Pitiful thoughts
Plentiful lost
Death toll enthralled
Each skill was killed
No depth
Nor sound
No gold
All sold
Now
They're teasing me
I've lost space
Came in last place
Everything stolen
I'm feeling squeezed
I'm losing it
Mistook it for empathy
It kept misusing me
The sweetest of symphonies
The smell of fresh failure
Everything freshly faked
What a Life
A piece of cake
Nothing decisive
Existence is strife
Collecting undeserving data
Nihility is unadulteration
The purest form of freedom
No water for family trees
No soil for plants or seeds
Too much abused energy
To be is transient
Evoking unfulfillment
Provokingly altering
All reality conflicting
A deep sea of dreams
Why be?
When being
Always falls
... ... ...
Short
... ... ...
A poem for me?
Why me?
I'm not one to be*
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
A dangerous tool to grasp, some used it to break some to mend
Its been said that it goes back way beyond the beginning of time
Of course if someone was misusing it you'd know
The victims bear the scars whilst benefactors bear the smiles
Are we all just cursed? Do we all suffer from Shakespeare's Syndrome?
Couples get married and then divorce
But the love never dies, Shakespeare was right
The love is converted and transfered to the kids
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Dyslexia, mixed messages
Everything so confusing
Susceptible to misusing;
A 'B' becomes a 'D' instantaneously
And screws things up simultaneously.
A short trip from insanity to inanity.
Fiscal confuses with physical
Turning laudable into laughable
So quickly eyes can't disguise
Whether one means the skies
Or perhaps one means this guy's.
If read, confusion and contusion
Seem like quibbling over siblings
But things like read and read
Only different when they're said
Take un-signalled turns in the head
And instead come out backward,
Which should be spelled backword.
Muddling and confuddling resides
Issuing thundering broadsides,
Rendering and sundering any
Blundering inadept ineptitudes
Like some kind of garbled beatitudes.
Some take hostile attitudes.
Wheedling and wheeling away
Beetling and saying it wrong;
Maybe a song can be written
And some tongues can be bitten,
Taken aback by words taken back,
As the Raven said "Never more!"
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
I don't know
what kind of ****
I'm going through
how could someone
make me feel so lonely
I don't know
why this stuff
made me a stone faced
I don't know
you were actually mine
or not
I don't know
why you called me today
to spread salt on my wounds
or to nurture them
I thought
I forgot you
left you
much behind myself
but today
you made me realise
my mistake
yes you were
a mistake
worst one
or a beautiful one
I've ever did
I just don't know
I don't know why
you cried on line today
do I still matter to you
you are misusing
my sentiments
congrats
you made me on my knees today
again
I wanted to say, cry, shout
louder than my senses
that LEAVE ME
but I couldn't
maybe I still love you
or maybe I don't
now I'm
standing on a boundary
Which divides a valley
and a long dug well
I don't know
Which side to jump
or to walk on this boundary only....
maybe I still love you
or maybe I don't.......
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
So It’s CLEAR That ...“ ILLUSIONS “ ...
Are Now Being ... PROVEN ... !!!
So ... Alphabet Genders ...
Are Now The TRENDSETTERS ... !!!
From Stage To TV ....
What Was Once Freely Deemed As Being OBSCENE ...
Is Now Being Seen On ... Various Screens ... !!!
Talking of Screening ....
When It Comes To Policing Their Illusion Feeds Screaming ...
Because of The Dealings of Police With NO Feelings ... !!!
Who Really Give Beatings To Those They Be Deeming ...
To Be ... BAD Human Beings ... !!!
But Movements They’re Using PROVES That Their Illusion ...
Leads To Their ABUSING The Truth For .... MISUSING ...
Their Powers Like Cowards Who Live In DARK Towers ... !!!
Like Those ... “ HOLDING POWER “ ... !!!
Whose Truth Eludes Clues That Gives People Proof ...
WITHOUT The Illusions That Keep Them From Movements ...
Where They Stand In Court ...
Due To Lies That DISTORT ...
The Truth For Their Moves ...
That KEEEP ON DECEIVING ...
Like Paedophiles Teaching ILLUSIONS To Youth ...
That Lead To Abuse That Then Hits The News ...
Like ... Calls For Impeachment ...
That Are ******* ... By Proceedings ...
That CLEARLY NEED CLEANING ... !!!
Their Illusions KEEP Sneaking Into Their Public Readings ...
So Folks Be Believing Illusions Where Scheming ...
And Payoffs Have Leanings ...
That STOPS Evidence From Leaking ... !!!
Money Infusion Creates These Illusions ...
That Truth Is What’s Used ... Inside of Courtrooms ...
Where High Fliers Cash Is Used To Pull SCAMS ...
Where Loopholes Are Found ... Due To Dollars And Pounds ...
Instead of Strong Cases That Have ... SOLID Grounds ...
Well Right About Now ....
Illusions Surround And Drown Out The Sounds ...
of Those Who Speak Out About How We’re CLOWNED ... !!!
By Laws That Are Flawed CORRUPTED And BOUGHT ...
By ... POWERFUL Guys Whose Money Now Buys ...
FREEDOM From Truth With Water Tight Proof ... ?!?
Because They Collude With Those In Courtrooms ...
Before Things Are Heard And Public Observed ... !!!
You’re Being ABSURD To Believe What Is Stirred ...
In Pots Filled With Plots Like Those of ... Ridley Scott’s ... !!!
Confusions Polluting ...
MUCH MORE Than Young Students ... !!!!!!!!!!
They’re Dealing In ... “ TALES “ ...
For Illusions To Sail So The Truth Gets DERAILED ... !!!!!
It’s Time For LESS LOOSENESS ... !!!!!
And Corruption Where Movements Are Suitably NEUTERED ...
For These Liars To Hide ... Behind Their ......
...... “ Illusions “ ......
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Don’t accuse me of
Misusing this forum
When there’s enough
Evidence for me to draw on
Angry white folks
Are an oxymoron
Follow along
And we’ll explore on
White anger is
Clearly palpable
Especially when
It’s Incalculable
You would have thought
That they had an ear full
But now they’ve gone out
And bought the bull
They all claim to want
Their country back
But it hasn’t gone anywhere
And that’s a fact
If you don’t believe me
Ask any black
Or brown person who’s
Comes under attack
Things have changed
I’ll give ‘em that
And white privilege isn’t
Where it once was at
But just because it’s
Our turn at bat
Shouldn’t give ‘em
Cause to react
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Everyone has the right to live
So why deny for freedom to get in?
You're an oppressor, you're heartless
You like misusing your power because you can
And how I wish you to be behind bars. Because
This is how I want the world to be.
A home for everyone to live and be happy
A voice for the voiceless
And a pen for the paper
This is how I want the world to be.
Everyone to be treated equally
Racism to be boycotted
The guilty ones to be sentenced to death or years in prison
This is how I want the world to be.
A playground for the children
Hell for the terrorists and
A smooth path for the truth
This is how I want the world to be.
Home Of ideas for the geniuses
To be awarded for their efforts
An encouragement to push them further
This is how I want the world to be.
A smile for the frowned faces
A hope for the dead dreams and
A light for the dark rich path
This is how I want the world to be.
A great leader to every nation
Who will shout "No!" To corruption
A friend and brother to every citizen for freedom to be enjoyed
This is how I want the world to be.
Misconceptions to be cleared
Truth to be told and
Minds to be opened
This is how I want the world to be.
Mothers to respected
Ladies to be valued and
Fathers to be listened to
This is how I want the world to be.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
She doesn't need another mother
She needs a father
I wonder if she'd let me be just that
Even if I don't have a *****
I don't like misusing the word *****
Since clearly no money is involved
But if there was one without a cost
It would be her
She ****** her boyfriend
She ****** her ex-boyfriend
And her other ex-boyfriend
All in the same week
She ****** her best friend
She tried to hold my boyfriend's hand
And she rubbed on my leg
When she bought me a drink
I used to think we were alike
But now I see that I'm much older
She is grounded now
She has gone to her room
"Loving and *******
Are not the same thing
I hope that you know that"
I said to her and slammed the door
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
i honestly dreamt that you were braiding my hair
but I woke up to find it falling in my face
i know that it's hard for you to write me but would you at least
once so I know you're alive?
that late-night text to say you'd been admitted
i was so mad that you hadn't asked me about my day
you were so scared because you hate the hospital
if i was there maybe i could have fixed everything
if i was there i would have made it worse
i wonder if i even have that Power anymore
have you taken it away and ARE YOU EVEN THERE
CAN YOU JUST ******* GIVE ME ONE STRAIGHT ANSWER
I guess we were always queer, you openly, me secretly,
you devotedly until I devotedly and then you
completely illegible
i guess we were always queer, you secretly, me openly
you noticed me until i noticed and t15s
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then again, you never wanted me to read you
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
I love the pen because the tip never dulls,
so that when I make my point it always finely shows.
The pen can build up a man's identity,
and record all his pain,
take away every ounce drop of his energy,
or replenish it all the same.
Its product is dark but its intent clear,
so that each statement is properly and equally sincere.
Try to erase a pen and the ink will continue to show,
but meaning of words from a pencil is too easy to take back,
it's lead's one usefulness in the firmness it lacks.
So I go above and beyond the status quo
and above and beyond intelligence still too few people know.
They say the power of the pen is mightier than the sword,
but few can explain why so many turn to violence and refuse an opening of diplomacy and proper expression's door.
Words can heal and words can break,
it is man's best invention and worst mistake.
A tool that causes wills to bend and wills to break.
Few get a skin thick enough to protect from its ache and it's sting,
but all my life I've witnessed it's misusing.
So who do you think you are to try to talk me off and speak me down, cause especially on ability your portrayal of power turns around.
I think, therefore I am and intelligent, or at least in a path to go deeper, you all are always so quick to be shallow and look meaner.
When will others realize their easy philosophies don't work,
why settle for bitterness when understanding's not something easily shook.
True wisdom is solid, and wise truth is unbreakable,
and everyone who gains it gains skill to be more capable.
And everyone thinks to be a dreamer, but few will think of something to do while they're awake.
And even fewer realize how much their joy is at stake.
We all know for sure we live once so why throw it all away
and turn down a heart brighter than the light of day.
And out of all these thoughts, know that most aren't new
and you would be foolish to think this is stuff I've just now spewed. This may look a lot but I've only just begun,
and you may not see the light of day that I will be done.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
A bunny found their way on my screen
Back when my humour was dry and obscene
Who would predict that years later
I'd somehow find no reason to hate her
and long to even have her wish I could be there
To a woman who grew with me, granted in a different direction
Whos personality was striking, infectious
Whenever I get that first paycheck, I'll have you in mind
To gifts you may never see, where I hope in humankind
We meet once more and hug like we never could and thought absentminded
To your eyes, that even caught me off guard on a digital screen
To a hope for a physical gleam
of that beautiful smile you so vicariously show
To your everything, ive been Blown
Away, time and time again, how you've grown
Saranghaeyo, I won't deny it any further
Even if we don't speak, I seek you with vigor
How I'll wait military time, diligent like Bam
I'll buy every piece of merchandise, every Lego, ever hoodie
And then some, Cause surely
I'll meet you properly again, someday
Maybe I'm Shooky, fell on my head with a Mang
The lingo is no fun, when you have no plan
No direction, only seogtan in my Chimmy
Shall I say Tata? Now that I have the gravitas?
Swimming in a direction, so willing
What point is a bias, when one only loves a byeol
A star thats barely known, yet shines in my soul
A human so radiant, her being brings me joy
From naïve to the very opposite of Coy
Willing to give the world, where he hates it himself
I'm sorry, for misusing you with my words and anger
I can't see the band the same, where you brought them, a manager
A genre I'd never in my life get to touch
Is something that makes me miss you so much
And for that, I hope you read this one day and laugh
Son-ga-rak ha teu, I love you Bun Yoongi
The name we figured out together
Please, in this or the next life come find me
And tell me all about Bulletproof Boy Scouts when you see me
Again, I hope
Saranghaeyo
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC
S - top glamorizing drug addiction
A- lcohol isn't the answer to the problem
Y- ouths should have self control
N - arcotics are illicit and dangerous if taken
O - h darling!
T- hink several times before acting out foolishly
O- verusing and misusing affects the body
D- rugs are bad and against the law
R - enew connection with God
U - nfollow negative people
G - o for the good ones
S - ave yourself before it's too late
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
it's a wicked and twisted love
we know nothing but fragments of discarded clay
we try to put the pieces back together but we're as shaky as the weather
we allow the logic to flow out of brains, hoping to soon receive something worth the gains
but we go with the flow of our bodies in a sick and passionate rhythm, feeding the flesh that so easily entangles our beings
we destroy, we destroy, we destroy
in the inevitable repetition of our sin, we allow to happen, we allow it to win
you couldn't deny the satisfying feeling that overflows your nature, we can't hold out to be anything close to pure
you love my body under yours, as you rest your hands on the frame of my curves
my tongue in your mouth and my body pressed against yours, we can't take a stand we just open the drawers
exploring the beauty of this gift we're abusing, we consistently are misusing
can we even deny ourselves the simple pleasure, of having each other before the intended measure
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
he used other human capital
to achieve his own ends
what kind of person would
be involved with these lends
beneath his exterior
a brain-washer lay
exploiting everyone else
to bring him handsome pay
credit in his dodgy account
came at a considerable fee
abusing and misusing
Bob and Mary's kindly spree
they had no understanding
of his predator plan
working them over so he'd
be the number one man
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
Adequate decision with dislodged thoughts
Cast in a subculture environment used to the urban area scuttled in the struggle
Wanting more commentary and needing more disclosure
Patronize with the wrong intentions to whom I care nothing for
Descriptions of deceptions inscribed by inner perceptions
Conclusion cause dissolution from exclusion through misusing parental advisories
Reserve thoughts on the trophy with no solution is a contradiction
Impetuous actions causing lost interpretation on how you look at your surroundings
Adversary asking for a a fighting change.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
it's quite funy, isn't it?
how you can find yourself
in the arms of a devil.
misusing, abusing
you and you still fell
right for them
thinking they were angels
so many times before
you find an
innocent love.
that you find a love
that has been untanted
someone fresh and crisp
that loves you even if your
heart has been tainted.
this love is what i
now am blithe for
to see the bright eyes
looking at me with
admiration and endearment.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC