"naiveness" poems
*The naiveness of
morning sky
tempting the sun
to show his
mischievous side,
the winter sun kissed
the horizon
making sky blush
a deeper shade of Crimson !!*
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I recall the rustic leaves,
and the sound they made when crushed
under skateboard wheels,
as they settled around the half-pipe
and the worn rails of Peter Pan Park.
Youngsters,
with their colorful helmets and their
better-safe-than-sorry knee pads,
kicked and pushed their way across the pavement
and pumped their fists in the air
as their boards reached the other side.
In this Neverland, the kids wanted adventure first -
the tea could wait at home for a little longer.
But, as dusk settles,
the pirates emerge upon the asphalt shores
in fleets of tinted windows and loud exhausts.
These pirates, still adolescent in their own age,
bicker and fight until a hook pierces skin,
blood spills upon the crisp leaves,
and a boy - with naiveness still glistening in his eyes -
becomes another boy who would not grow up
in the Never Never of Peter Pan Park.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
One way flights into the sky & let fate control the destination of my destiny.
Sail the supple curves of the oceans waves and may the rocking motion rock me into an everlasting fantasy.
Read about Baldwin's palpable endeavors, cover to cover and marvel at Sylvia Plath's anthologies that run shivers up and down my basketball-court of a spine.
Let Shakespeare educate me on love, heartbreak, tragedy and the reality of all stoicism and cynicism bestowed upon my naiveness.
Truth is, I don't know where I'm going, but whether it be the sky, the sea or within ink-stained papers, let them guide me to a place of genuine sincerity.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
*I hated you...
Your smile,
Your laugh,
Your cheerfulness,
It all makes me sick.
And yet we've became friends....*
Slowly...
You coax me,
Into caring for you,
We've became friends...
But soon,
That all changed...
I saw a good you...
One who was nice,
One who cared,
One who was always there,
But then you left...
*Where were you when I needed you the most?
I cried,
And cried.
My tears unseen.
I cry,
My cries.
Never to be heard.*
I protected you,
I cared for you,
But your naiveness
Always take away your reason....
You get hurt,
But I pick you back up....
*Why would I pick you back up?
I thought I hated you...*
I was deceived...
You get broken,
I pick up the broken pieces,
Again and again.
You take the pieces back,
And still...broken...
And still like a fool
I pick them up,
Trying to fix them.
I cared too much...
I hated you and yet I was there....
And so I left...
Tired of picking you up
Tired of fixing your broken you
Just to be broken again and again by your naiveness
Tired of being jealous of you
Tired of hating you
Tired of caring for you
Tired of being a fool
And most of all...
Tired of being a bad friend....
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
My heart is the book,
My conscience is the author,
My childhood is the prologue,
My growing phase is the pages with the most lessons,
My ideas are the metaphoric words,
My successes are the exciting paragraphs,
My challenges are the hair-rising lines,
My teenage life of naiveness is all the questions of the story,
And my adulthood answers it all, maybe some.
The last chapter defines what is right and wrong in my life,
The time before my passing is the page that holds you from continuing -to finish, to accept that it wont last.
And it ends,
And you flip the last blank page,
Thereafter, only God knows what happens to the story, to me.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Naiveness does not plague me.
You are nothing more
than one too many drinks,
nothing more
than sweat-stained sheets.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
I’ll be fine, I guess.
So would you.
How soon
depends
on how we broke.
In half? Rough and jagged at the ends
With you clinging angrily to your end and I to mine?
Angry, stubborn tears stinging
in your eyes or mine
That’d be a while
But you’d be fine. I’d be fine.
Or maybe
the courting of Death
Seductive caresses across my wrists and lips or
something sudden and final
In screeching brakes and the smell of rubber tires
denial
and hollow ringing
as I think for the first time in my life
God, I wish I wasn’t wearing black.
It doesn’t matter.
A fight
An illness
A drifting? eventual (we had nothing left in common)
You’d be fine.
You’d remember me in fleeting moments
Flicking past a space documentary on Netflix
or pausing over a box of creamsicles in the frozen aisle
And I would see you
In the golden yellow hair of a passerby
But it would pass every time
One of us might laugh at the thought once we said
you and me
to the bitter end
That a teenager knew what forever and always was
and chalk it up to youthful naiveness
And we would be fine.
But I don’t want to be fine
I want to be laughing so hard my stomach almost lacerates
Because you know exactly what to say
And I want to be pressing
Kisses to your cheek and passing you hot cocoa
Because today we’re staying in and watching Disney
(singing along to every song of course)
I want to introduce you to everyone
Have you met…?
And tell strangers in the grocery store
About the most wonderful thing you did
And watch them smile kindly
over me gushing about you
across the stacks of tomatoes.
And I want to tell you over the phone about that stranger
So you can say
ew, tomatoes.
I don’t want to be fine, I want to be the kind of ecstatic
That only comes from us
From discussing everything from lipsticks to physics to musicals to dying
From knowing that when I am so tired I can feel it in my soul
You will hold me and let me cry
From believing it will always be us against everything
From living happily ever after
Because what is fine
Compared to this?
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
She
Introversion,
No self esteem,
Betrayal.
She
The beating drums of life have ceased
Tattered and destroyed by naiveness
The spirit inside dwindling
Slowly drained by the man who
Isn’t.
Silence rips her inner thoughts to shreds
He saw it all along
He knew her pain
Though she hides it with laughter
Smiling.
Her river of pain is dry as a summer drought
All of its sorrow disappeared with truth
Why can’t there be rain?
The deep desire for liberation can’t be restrained
Anymore.
Hatred escapes her inner being
Writhing in her every move
Everyone can see for certain
Negative energy emanating towards him
Only.
Screaming from her soul to her throat
But no one can hear her desolate plea
Panic, anxiety, nothing will ease her
She feels his oblivion and cowering
Only anger.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 12:29 AM UTC
I.
when i see your face it is almost
like i am staring through a
tinted car window
and whenever i think of you all
I see is a decaying brick wall
i was never able to pass through
and I have come to that breaking point
where I will never get
anywhere with you.
Forgive me for
completely abandoning you
pulling away
moving on
but understand you made me do it.
II.
You ****** me and expected me
not to fall in love.
When I told you I was falling,
you did not even bother to
say goodbye.
I have hated many people in my lifetime
for petty stupid reasons
I don't think really hated them at all.
I have tried to mend our shortcomings
but I can not bring myself to respect
someone like you.
You threw me away
and left me at a concert
while holding my best friends hand.
Forgive me for
hating you
but understand you made me do it.
III.
The idea of you was enticing
I really thought I loved you,
but etched letters in trees
and sad songs were not
enough to make me stay.
i am sorry
I wish things were different
and I wish I was not
such a hypocrite.
Forgive me for hurting you
but understand that
you had nothing to do with this.
IV.
15 was too young to lose my innocence
Or to have it stolen from me
Justifying your actions
with my commitment
and total naiveness.
It has been so long since I was seen you
you're touch has faded
and voice is muddled.
I wonder
if you are the same
Forgive me for leaving you
But understand you made me do it.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
somewhere along the way i lost
my caution
i lost my panic
i lost my naiveness
i stopped wearing my seatbelt and saying please
i stopped deleting messages and looking twice before crossing the road
i stopped waiting for you to tell me youre sorry because i knew you wouldnt mean it and i knew i wouldnt believe it
i used to put my toes in the water then slowly wade in
but now everythings a cannonball and this pool of
hot frustrated tears and exasperated sweat is overflowing onto the cement and evaporating into the purple clouds faster than my heart when its jumping out of my throat when i slip out of my window under the blanket of stars
stepping over twigs and stealing
kisses in the pines
somewhere along the way i stopped believing in god and started to create my own purpose and found salvation under the suns rays
somewhere along the way i lost my walls and turned my hallow
bones into my home
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
As free as a bird...in a cage
She trapped herself,
Into that flamboyant frame,
Trying to veil
Those dewy eyes.
She trapped herself,
Within that tailored smile
she was accustomed to
Her milieu was accustomed to,
Trying to conceal that usual heartache.
She trapped herself,
Inside that veil of sophistication,
Smothering that naiveness,
That unconsciously shoved her lips to expand into that charming curve,
Even at trivial affairs.
She trapped herself,
Defeated by that burden of expectations,
And unwillingly
Blocked that flame that always ignited her.
She trapped herself,
Deserted her reason for living...
Not just existing,
And existed, lost.
But,
Even that mere existence refused to welcome that defeat.
Her individuality dissuaded her from that suffocation,
And promptly removed that veil.
She was a fighter,
A militia fighting her demons
Gallantly.
Annihilating those fears,
Those self doubts
That hindered her conquests
To establish her purely sovereign empire.
She accepted gracefully
Her naiveness.
She embraced elegantly
Her gawkiness.
The lill flame ignited,
Metamorphosed into inferno.
She wore that invisible Crown,
All by herself.
She vehemently chased those dreams,
Those dreams, which once got her trembling,
Were now waiting,
To be seized by the Queen.
She emancipated that bird, from her lill cage,
And allowed her to measure the sky,
Unleasheing her rage.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
I'm an angel trapped in a bubble, who is remarkably naïve.
What will happen to this angel when the bubble bleeds?
Will I fall into the depths of this horrid world or will I stand tall above the trees?
Honestly,
I think I will fall into the depths of my own naiveness, blind to what I see.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
brilliant bruises like diamonds
shine on my skin
with a child's naiveness
I trust you again
with a temper that is quick
and eyes gone black
I'm lying facedown on the bed
as your beating my back
I'd cry out in pain
but your ears are deaf
so I suffer in silence
self-hate beaten into my flesh
the belt buzzing
I pretend I'm not there
as the welts are rising
I'm choking for air
then all is quiet
behind the locked door
you tell me you love me
and beat me some more
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:22 AM UTC
A belief is a sweet dream.
An unconscious stream.
It tucks the corners of your bed.
A place to put all your dread.
Covers you in white linen.
Keeps your naiveness winnen.
Casts you away into a sleepful estate.
No longer shall you await.
A sweet escape from the truth.
A kiss of ignorance coming through.
Gives you faith in something.
Even if it’s a hopeful nothing.
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
Home is a funny word, a funny feeling!
It's funny to the extent that I laugh at the naiveness of those who believe in it's façade of being permanent.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
i remember watching you
it was weird the way
your skin started to turn a little blue
no more flush of that lively "life"
our human race has so desperately pursued
the same you looked, just a little dead
just a fraction of hope
flashing in my head
in sheer naiveness of you coming back again, i hear the life support's infamous
tune
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
i sometimes feel as if growing older
has done me more harm than good.
it killed my innocence
my naiveness
my purity
my ability to not think.
but mostly it killed the way my brain could make colours
and the way i saw love
and the way i saw life.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
Happiness is blinding
So many things above me
Hope you love me
I live in an unrealistic world
Asking myself questions no one knows the answers to
I am dying
And I'm tired of pretending
I just want help
It's not too late for me
I'm not all the way gone
This isn't the point of no return
It still hurts
Imma let it burn
The fire is churning
I'm learning
Lessons to be forgotten
I'm dashing
They're all laughing
My naiveness
They love to deceive
Take advantage
Bystanders appease bullies
"Friends" leave
Life drains me
I'm in a strainer
So dehydrated
I tried to find the water that'd evaporated
My head raised to the sky
It's just a drought
They said rain would come but it's all a lie
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Intercepting the random
poems, pick not
the holy water, in your palm.
I cannot lift the words.
Dark bellies, in moon's
autumn, will play with flutes.
You will swoon on the
sight of blood at the hands.
It was not the first time, a
lamb in the midair―
falls on the golden spear of
new theme, to bluff the naiveness.
Somebody takes a turn, to
find the bell, which will not send
any sound, on the death of
the poppies.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC