"wrongdoing" poems
Creeping voices in the night
Shadows lurking out of sight
Haunt me till the morning's light
No sleeping for me tonight
Looking at my bedroom door
My feet barely touch the floor
Something whispers down my core
Something that I can't ignore
Melted candles in my hand
Things I would not understand
My hope slips away like sand
This was not what I had planned
Slowly walking down the stairs
Feel a breeze sweep through my hair
Shadows lurk; in silence stare
Naked thoughts are all I wear
Out of breath I walk outside
Shaking fear that builds inside
No more places left to hide
Guilty thoughts of mine collide
Drenched in coward's blood and fear
I lost those who I held dear
It's all blurred, nothing is clear
Shadows from my past appear
As the silence speaks to me
Gets too loud it deafens me
My past will not leave me be
Pain and torment I foresee
Dazed and drawn by these lost souls
Broken thoughts I can't control
Ghosts slip through this gaping hole
Darkness has taken its toll
From the darkness dreams come out
Nightmares flailing all about
Closing in, I hear them shout
It's the end, I have no doubt
"What the hell is it you want?"
They retreat and me they taunt
One emerges, tall and gaunt
"Your life we will no more haunt."
"You have paid for your wrongdoing,"
He tells me, his voice booming
"This is now your redeeming
You are free." he says smiling
I look at the rising sun
I no longer have to run
My sentence is served and done
The ghosts have finally gone.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
To the man on the street that called my ex girlfriend and I ****** I forgive you. We were nineteen and in love, I’m sorry that you were raised in a way that made you look at two girls holding hands and laughing as something that wasn’t to be shown in public. I’m sorry that my happiness made you feel insecure in that moment. My happiness was not on display to offend you. My love life was never an act of rebellion against you. I will forgive you for how you were raised but I will not apologize for showing love in a way you don’t deem appropriate for wandering eyes.
To the people I went to high school with, I’m sorry I never heard the rumours you spread about me until you were already out of my life. I’m sure you meant to break my heart when you called me **** in the hallways but your words never made their way back to me. Your aggression towards who I chose to love never stopped me from falling in love with girls I never imagined could be real. I refuse to hide away my love. I will not let your words shame me back into the closet I was scared to admit I was stuck in.
To the people who used to send me anonymous messages telling me to **** myself I hope you’re in a better place now. I often think about how my big secret made you so upset that you couldn’t stand to live in the same world as me. I’m not sorry that I’m still here now. I still feel sorry that you were so sad with yourself that you needed to make me feel as hopeless as you were.
To the people who voted no towards same *** marriage but watch girl on girl **** I’m sorry my love is only okay when it’s for your pleasure. I’m sorry that you have such a skewed view on life that you see women as objects and not as people. I would forgive you but I don’t think you’d fess to your wrongdoing to be forgiven. There is nothing to forgive if someone won’t admit that they are wrong.
I’m twenty three now and I’m still not sorry for writing love poems about beautiful girls. I have stopped apologizing for being something that I’m proud of. I no longer hide behind my assumed heterosexuality. I proudly proclaim my attraction to women because I spent too many years being ashamed of being in love. I will never again sweep hatred under the rug to keep peace. I have never needed your approval for my love to be valid and I never will.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
I am the sounding of your alarm
and the ringing of your bells
I am worth it, I am divine
I am the current that sweeps you away and the breeze that fills your mind
The sunlight casts a shadow on all of your wrongdoing; you are the most beautiful black sin
Forgive me not for my slumber, wake me not when you find me
Fill me with your benevolence, nurture me on your Earth
The surface is slick and clean, and I am the dirtiest of the sea
Forgive me not for my sins, I will be washed away in the end
I see you while you eat
I see you while you sleep
I will see you in every single one of your dreams
This life is a labyrinth for those of you who wish to be
What a shame it is to believe
I am every little thing you live, I am every little thing you breathe
I will be there when your curtain drops
I will be the only one you see
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Watch out, or you will find that you're
On President Trump's Enemies List,
For democratic values and Donald
Trump cannot coexist.
Former CIA Director
John Brennan, now has learned
That when it comes to silencing critics,
Trump will leave no stone unturned.
After hearing Brennan's critical
Words, the angry Trump was stewing.
Bam! He revoked Brennan's security
Clearance despite no wrongdoing.
The crazed, vindictive leader called
John Brennan's behavior "erratic."
Muzzling the freedom of speech, Trump's
Becoming more autocratic.
The office of the presidency
Has never, ever been sullied so.
This vicious attack on our First Amendment
Rights is a terrible blow.
Trump accused Brennan of making
"Baseless charges." Real translation:
Brennan didn't hail Trump
With sycophantic adoration.
On Trump's list are others who
Might lose clearances as well.
Here his lack of integrity
And pettiness have no parallel.
Another motive for Trump's action
Is more diabolical yet:
He wants to strip the power away
From all people who might be a threat
Because of their connection to
The Russia probe. That makes sense.
As more dots are being connected,
The situation is growing tense.
While servile Republicans in Congress
Defend their despotic president,
Let Brennan's powerful words
Resound: "I will not relent."
-by Bob B (8-16-18)
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
**** bruh! call a bomb squad (bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d)
for there's a bomb—
—shell here, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t
unholy, wrong thought (wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght)
reminds him of a jihadi-done job (jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b)
'cause this bum's (boom) banging; this honey's dancing
boldly & lewdly, got his jaw dropped (ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped)
his sight's fixed on her hips, she's beyond hot (bey[ɑ]ond ho[ɑ]t)
this gal's freaking blazing
his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part
a haptic invasion
she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager
such a luscious body, killer figure (body)
disguised with a tank
top with a low neckline & tight-fit cropped pants
she's like: "make me high like a rooftO̲p nearly reaching
the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite
that I̲'ll be left speechless
when this ro[ɑ]mp's over"
she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter
blowing a brain of a **** hound wrongdoing
('bout time to strike a hunting seas-on up on these ****
she digs vicious, dark-sounding music
but also doesn't mind to bounce her tushie
to 90-100 bpm party-sound tunes
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Its every man for himself
Humanity has unresolved issues
Usually I take the brunt
Of every wrongdoing
Because
Apparently its always me
We all know
One day
We shall perish
Leaving behind
A legacy
How you choose
To remember me
or
Someone else
Is your choice
But..
If we all are to perish
Why not quicken up
This process
That can take
A whole century..
Why not quicken it??
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
*Let us run freely hand in hand
in Elysian fields of resplendent grass,
where tranquil existence lies
beyond skies of incertitude
whence ambiguity doesn't rhyme,
and empathy's rapport plays in the hearts
of all those who cherish the melody of peace,
swimming in rivers of abundant harmony
and dance 'pon the ether of communion's serenity*
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing, there is a field,
I'll meet you there...." Rumi
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
I love the world
I hate the world
I love friends
I hate friends
The world is a friend to committing righteousness
The world is a friend to committing wrongdoing.
I want to live in this world
I want to live out of this world
I want to be an aliens to a lunar circle
I want to be far from solar circle
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 7:06 AM UTC
a man is not a boy
who tells his female classmates
she cant play football
because she is a she
he doesn't tell a girl
that her favorite color cant be blue
because it is a boys color
a man is not a boy
because a man does not whistle
when a pretty girl walks by
doesn’t shout a comment at a woman
simply going for a run
a man is not a boy
because a man
does not make a woman
the punchline to their sick jokes
real men do not victimize themselves
for their own wrongdoing
real men know how to follow the bare minimum
real men know how to act
know how to coexist with a female
and woman appreciate real men.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
You slip out of bed beside me
Red satin sheets caress my skin
The blinds are barely open
Allowing lines of sunlight in
"Don't go" I beg my heartfelt plea
As you begin to dress
You kneel upon the bed-top
My face your hand caressed
"I have to go, you know the deal"
You say as my heart pains
The heavens feel my sorrow and cry
As it begins to rain
"Couldn't you tell him something
To allow for one more night
I'll love you like no other has
Our hearts entwined in flight."
You look into my eye so sweetly
Then slowly look away
"I wish that we could be together"
Your ruby lips did say
"Then leave that man tomorrow
And together we will be
I'll shower you with a love so deep
To make you marry me."
"That won't do!" she softly sighed
As a tear fell from her eye
"Our love will never be the same
We would only live a lie."
"What do you mean?" I asked her
My mind emblazoned with stress
"There's no love like we have right now
This I must confess"
"The love is spawned from wrongdoing
It fuels our passions fire
If we belonged to each other
Our love would lose desire."
"No matter what you tell me
There's no words that you can say
That will make me leave the man at home
And come to you to stay."
"This is a love that completes me
Because it's birthed from bad
It's the most amazing feeling of love
The best I've ever had."
"If you can accept the way I feel
I will come back very soon
The most that I can promise you
Is from midnight until noon."
The rain started to pour...
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 9:20 PM UTC
Watching all of my imperfections and insecurities trickle down the drain
Along with dirt from sweat and water from the rain
Every ***** thought and wrongdoing being washed away forever
Until the next time I look in the mirror and try to run away from my past
Perspiration forms on my forehead the further I get from where I used to be
I try to build muscle by carrying the weight of what lies in front of me
My body exudes salt water while I play a pickup game with present times; trying to figure out which way to go and decide the best move to get by each defender
I only feel clean again after I take a shower
I shower at night to go to bed with a clean slate only to wake up in need of another
The morning shower opens my eyes to the obvious things I was previously blind to
I walk around in the sludge created by society as if my skin isn’t dark enough they feel the need to cover me in mud
Rainfalls of title educated tries to fix me up only the mud is too thick and I’m not exposing my true self yet
Until I get home to shower again
I feel like myself again after I take a shower
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
I do not want to play in your garden of Eden
Pluck the sweet cherry apple from your tree,
Full it with the white christ evil that fills our core.
I do not want to play in your garden
But to walk naked with his creatures of all colours, sizes, identities and terms
And marvel at our beauty.
Princess,
With your pink hair and overgrown beard,
You are Eden’s finest.
Who are they to say what is beautiful?
We are slaves in our garden of Eden,
Swimming in her curves.
We are not to touch her
Though we are evil creatures of moral standards and consciousness.
Ebony came and stole with it our ability of doing things without reward.
Firmly grasped by whats right and wrong yet still,
We want to destroy her gaze with our rotting fruit.
There was ****** in the Garden of Eden,
Slaughtered puppets who steal the night with misheard approval and labels.
Child, you are not a bad person for wanting something that they did not.
The lion is not the devil for killing the deer.
He is not filled with vile for kissing the creature with death.
Though we will say it was evil as we pluck the fur from his mane
and wear it around our shoulders
We are the makers of The Garden of Eden and its slavery.
We full its nucleus with verdict and creed.
Enslaved men with torn backs and sable,
now cover their backs in suits and ties,
Still whipped.
Hang our bones in a science room
and teach the children where it hurts
Do you think greatness dies young
because the earth got jealous of its beauty?
How is it we spend our lives miserable and thoughtful
when the others spend their days chasing bees and lapping up rivers?
How is it we know so much about wrongdoing and yet the doing we do is so wrong?
I have played in your garden of Eden,
And I have let the labels loiter my mind with judgement.
I have felt ashamed of my Fathers illness for that would make him weak
And felt disabled as a woman for no want of children and marriage.
Yes God, I have faced your garden, tasted the sweet nectar from your tree and sinned in the eyes of Eden.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:09 AM UTC
It's done, this darkness is so fun, why are you doing this?
Reaching that fateful separation, anger like a loaded gun, collecting every regret under the ******* sun, and will erode your soul in the long run. False claims fill your veins, multiplying your pains. These sadistic pleasures are not real, they're just as hollow as they make you feel.
Desperately I troll for truths in the recesses of my mind but only wrongdoing do I find, realizing at the same time that I'm half blind.
Sparks fly, the air is thick and yet dry, acrid smoke, windows break, hateful streaks with manic heartbeats, aggression is high get in the plane it's time to fly. A smile... I admit this is true, hands shaking, yes I'm aware of what they do, am I a psychopath in the making?
You better figure out what to do, because the horrors weighing down on you have begun to bleed through.
Open your eyes as the world shrivels and dies. Reality justified by lies, but even as your falsehood will rise please can't you see, violence will never set you free. Escape bears no small fee because you knew it was without guarantee.
Brewed with hate life is bent, boiling you away until all decency is spent.
Invisible fingers pry and I don't know why, there's people asking me questions so I must lie. Horns howl and sirens wail, what kind of person will prevail?
Staring at the reinforced concrete wall, I realize the final chapter wasn't written after all.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
I must caution you,
Against a world lacking conflict.
A wold enveloped in
Continual peace
is hell.
Without suffering,
Without anger,
There is no passion.
A world wothout conflict
Is a wold lacking the beauty of sacrifice
The love of conviction
The satisfaction of righting a wrong.
I must caution you,
Without wrongdoing, without war
There is no peace
Just
Consistancy.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
*In the gravityless field
Like a dusty bursting cloud
We begin
In the southern Milky Way
You decide to collapse with my day
In a binary pair system
You and I go astray
In a distance within a cluster
We gravitate in a mutual orbit
With wrongdoing and rightdoing we linger
But the fire decides to stay
As our heat moves outward
Our hidden affair expands
We use up all our love fuel
Like a high star mass we explode
A supernovae self destroyed
Leaving a neutron star to our end*
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
The president of the United States is Donald Trump
and under his presidency the country is in a slump.
Could it be because of the way it has been managed
with all of the scandal and divisiveness seen to jump?
The style of politics that a leader in office exhibits
determines the country's fate that enables or prohibits
its people to aspire to their true potential and glory
which is why the current situation is one that inhibits.
It's much better to face the truth than hide behind a mask
of one who doesn't take responsibility for their own task
that's performed in such a way, blaming everyone else
for everything that goes wrong, in deception does bask.
Abuse of power often comes with the way one is elected
if the people themselves have of their leader so detected;
and asked to stand before them to face their suspicions,
when there's any evidence of wrongdoing to be inspected.
One is reminded of the saying that goes something like this
given by Abraham Lincoln perhaps to describe the time of his
own presidency that encountered strong opposition in the past
of the country's history that was so far from being one of bliss:
“You can fool some of the people all of the time,
and all of the people some of the time,
but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.”
― Abraham Lincoln
It must be really hard for anyone to live under constant media scrutiny
with the social unrest sparked by a needless death bordering on mutiny
together with all the media reports about issues, the country's in a mess;
the forthcoming elections will tell which way it'll go to regain stability.
___________________
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
hAVE mERCY. fOR eVERY fAULT i hAVE mADE. fOR eVERY wRONGDOING i hAVE cOMITTED. fOR eVERY uNJUST aND uNRIGHTEOUS dEED
i hAVE pARTAKEN iN. fORGIVE mE fOR eVERY uNHOLY aCTION i hAVE iMPLIMENTED
iN mY lIFE. sPARE mY sOUL.
aMEN,
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
it's easy to become lost within one's self.
picking apart one's skin until
old scars are ripped open.
but you bring me back.
god, do you bring me back.
your lips write me, like a poem.
your hands right me, like an old wrongdoing.
even when my blood has spilled
onto the floor, like ink to paper.
even when i cry, 'i have been alone!'
you bring me back.
scars will heal. but their mark will remain.
i tell you this, again and again.
but when my scars threaten to open,
and time travel to the past
is like an echo- it's so **** repetitive,
you bring me back.
god, do you bring me back.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
The wind brushed my cheek
A feeling I wish I could forever keep
In days of despair
And no one who cared
I go back to that moment
Praying for atonement
Atonement never came
There was only sorrow and shame
Till the wind brushed my cheek again
And for that moment I prayed for something more splendor
That moment is forever tender
Like the key of a piano
The voice of a soprano
I wish the moment would never leave
I wish that moment could never succeed
The days that were about to come
When all I would have is ***
Drunken days
God doesn't pay
For our wrongdoing
Or beer that wont stop brewing
I'll never forget the contentment of that moment
I could have sworn I was the proponent
For all sins and bad deeds
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
i recall the soft touch of your hand
on my infant cheek--
so delicate in the moment,
but so menacing later on.
i recall the warmth of your skin
as it comforted my shaking hand--
so calm in the moment,
but so frightening later on.
i recall the sweetness of your smile
as it had shone its luminescent glow upon me--
so beautiful in the moment,
but so unsettling later on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i can't quite understand
why you no longer hold my hand.
see, you have a light touch so full of love,
that it could burst at any moment--
giving way to something sour.
i don't see the reason
for you to make my eyelids change color every season.
see, i have bruises like silk
and blood like milk--
your emotions could drink it all in one sitting.
i don't understand
why my heart still beats if the scale of my wrongdoing is so grand.
see, i have a droplet of hope,
but it falls into an ocean of fear
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
There are volumes and volumes
on the subject of love
As ancient as time
are the poems
and the books
and the plays
that have inspired
us all to desire
such love
Some of it seems
so lofty or unrealistic
to be experienced
That kind of love seems
unobtainable,
unreachable
and truly false
It only satisfies the heart
like cotten candy,
sweet to take in
but not fulfilling
On the other hand,
some love tales are filled
with heartache,
with a desired love
never achieved,
or unfairly thwarted,
but always
hungered and thirsted after,
like life-giving sustenance
to feast upon,
for love seems to be
the needed remedy to prevent
us just from existing
for the sake of existing
With so much
that has been presented
in all kinds of art forms
on the subject of love,
I often am saddened
as to why
there is such the lack of it
in our world,
in the real world,
which is a place
in which our fantasies collide
Hollywood love
is often our guide
in our modern world
and I have often
fallen for it
and could not get
enough of it,
like a drug that I craved
But how much of it
seems so selfish
and hypocritical,
such a mirage
and a hoax?
Is not love
more than an emotion?
Is not love
more than what "I" can get out of it?
Yes, this kind of love
I find repulsive
and cheap
and hallow
and cold
What I am writing about
may not inspire
the heart to feel tingly,
for we have all been taught
that love is only this way,
when all is good,
and all is perfect
as to two beautiful people
entwined in love's rapture
I now know differently
There are those dying
a slow death
from a lack of love
and they may not
even know they are
mortally wounded
Others may know
they need more love
than what the world
often brags about,
yet live a life
of quiet desperation
They may feel unworthy of it
They may hide from it
and avoid it
They may not be
very enjoyable to be around
to invite others to love them
But they need it anyway
just like everyone else
Like one needs air
basic water, food
and shelter to live
we all need love
I am not just talking about others,
although I've observed it, personally
But I have suffered my share of droughts
often suffered that disease myself
I do not admit it proudly
for it is a horrible feeling
of shame that
I wish never, ever to feel again
How I often longed for something
that did not seem obtainable
Or how I felt that I was not worthy
to take in such love
I also have to admit
my wrongdoing in reaching out
How guilty I have been
to not offer a smile,
a kind word,
or a sympathetic ear
to someone in desperate need of it
Too rapped up in my own problems
So I challenge myself,
for I know how it feels
to wish to experience love
in a more pure form from above
Not what I can get out of it
but how I can bless another
If the whole world
was to truly love
the way God meant
for us to do,
we would all be
saturated in its gift
and the ugly disease
from the lack of love
would be no more
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 9:38 AM UTC
For all the mistakes I’ve ever, I’m sorry
For every equation, mathematical explanation
For every wrongdoing and in shoeing and for every left turn I ever made, I’m sorry.
For forgiveness, I am sorry
For apologies sake, I am sorry
I was born in sickness and from the moment I walked I felt Atlas’ burden on my shoulders
I am selfish, I am unruly, I am forgotten and regretted and in debt to the people who reached out to me
I am moving forward, starting backwards, put my arms around my head for I am shattered
I have a heart with an empty home and clichéd voice with whose words I yell, I roam a lonely earth and put arms around my head, my mind in fact, for I am shattered.
A race of humankind I cannot love nor relate to and I feel like I relate to you but lately I feel as if I’m drifting backward
And not to say I’d like to move away from you but what else can I do when life is moving me backward
And backward, and backward and like a future so pre determined I feel as if no choice is now my own and no choice is ever free will
No cosmic force would remember me and I am sorry
I do not want to be something you forget and you’ve always told me I am something you remember.
In a shade of cobalt blue or a burning red or a golden yellow, I want to be a colour you cannot describe
A taste you yearn for, a smell whose memory remains
But all the same, I want to disappear.
I am sorry in terms long over due for all the things I do and have not done yet because you don’t deserve their scorn and yet I cannot leave them behind for parts of me for which you fell for remain inside me, and always will.
I am sorry for who I am and choices made and I will always be here whenever you decide the pieces I can’t leave behind are pieces that you cannot forget.
I’m sorry, my makeups both genetic and aesthetic are not pieces I enjoy or wish would stay a little longer
And for this I am sorry, and all in good time I will make up for all the sorries given, driven, laid to rest here in these words.
I am sorry for things you don’t deserve.
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Yeah ***** *****
you think you got me down,
I”m not down at all
Just stuck.
But I got the chains
I got the brains
I”m pretty
I”m smart
Too nice
and kind
for the likes of you.
No my Brother,
YOU are DOWN
as far as a human can go on the chain of wrongdoing
and madness.
Well your madness will no longer be my sadness.
My life will no longer feed your mangled sense of existance,
While my soul is whitled away by your cruel intentions.
**** you!
Is what I finally say….
As I get up pff my dead *** and FINALLY show you who I am,
And EXACTLY where the **** I came from!
THEN you will finally see what an once of
forgiveness really is worth…
Cause you”ll not get any from this trick,
cuse life is too short,
and time is too precious!
I don’t intend on swimming in that lake with you no mo”.
So mote it Be *****
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC