"wronging" poems
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's
And the wild springs with lush berries
Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom
It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom
Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie
For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary
Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier
Watching birds float past in lonely fear
I'd love to turn away
The pristine sun shines like Hades
The outside scent is yellow, maybe
Little daises laugh in the foreground
Gardens sow a loving sound
Once I could see hope in the trees
And the love that whispered on the breeze
Now the trees foreshadow longing
And the gale howls with wronging
I'd love to turn away
The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded
And the soft orchards have been invaded
My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust
And steaming with the heat of my lust
I told a crowd I had something to say
But the people turned away
away
away...
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out
and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lum-
bering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the
wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the
deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great
to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll
apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like
a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in
the deeps of my heart.
4.2k
Death wears sneakers
Fastened tight
Leaving wounds
Wronging rights
It sneaks around
And doesn’t care
About what’s left
And what’s to share
It doesn’t knock
It barges in
To take it’s claim
To sate it’s yen
Not bound by locks
Or siren’s blare
It leaves a mess
It doesn’t care
Don’t forget
To right your soul
Keep in mind
Who’ll pay the toll
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Through all this strife
We create life
It's not wrong or right
It's humanity's plight
Whether it's with a wife
Or a stranger
We create life
Despite danger
There is a new addition
He could end repetition
Of negative patterns
And social ladders
But there is a competition
Between the new editions
Of positive versus negative
He'll be the one ahead of it
In a world plagued with stabbings
By the greedy money grabbing
Not to mention the beastly bombings
That endear retribution wronging
And elusive peace longing
There is a birth
Amongst death
That makes it worth
That first breath
Which provides hope in promise and potential
When they could be the positive differential
That could change this planet
And the hearts made of granite
We are born screaming
And never stop
We find ways of teaming
To be cops
Imposing our will on others
Through fascist force
There are many ways to cover
How this ruins discourse
But I sense a new sheriff in town
Our old ways he'll bury in the ground
He might be one or two now
But he'll change the world and I don't know how
For he brings hope
To a world with none
He helps me cope
A compassionate son
He'll make the world brighter
By not being a fighter
In a world of strife
He'll create life
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
If you asked me when I was 5
If I was going to be a girl
Dressed head to toe in black
Driving myself into an abyss of isolation
I would have said you're crazy
But part of me thinks even when I was 5
I would understand why
I would become a boundary pushing
System breaking teen
Waiting on the rest of the world to catch up to me
Tender heart to broken heart
I was wrapped in the charge
of righting the wrongs
and wronging the rights
A perfect storm of opposition
I'm grown up now,
And I wear bright colored shirts
And Let the world take care of its own karma
But I still wear black on my well polished nails.
The truth is, once you're a rebel, you never really aren't one
You just fade into the monotony of life just like everyone else
But you know that when life sparks you
You're right back to a time where the world has done you wrong.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC
My heart was always searching
even aware you were it’s home,
and each thought and feeling urging
to make sure you’d never be alone.
It’s the warmth within your eyes
and the comfort your voice can bring.
The way your smile lights up the skies
you’re my world, my heart, my everything.
When our bodies and fingers interlace
I’ve never felt so real and so complete,
it’s like art studying your beautiful face;
it’s the only sight I wish to greet.
Within dreams and when I’m awake,
you’re my ocean and my lake.
My eyes were always longing
to have you back and within my sight.
There’d be someone I’d be wronging
but wrong never was so right.
It’s the warmth within your eyes
and the comfort your voice can bring.
It’s the slow exhales and the quiet sighs,
when we’re comfortably silent or talking.
When our bodies and fingers interlace
I’ve never felt so real and so complete,
you’re forever my person and my place
I love you from your head down to your feet.
You’re the fix to every single break,
you’re my ocean and my lake.
Each inhale is euphoric bliss, we breathe for one another,
and if I could have one wish; it’d be that you had met my mother.
A home is what you have made
both on grass and where my heart is,
but I confess that I would trade
my only wish for your promise.
A promise I’d jump to make,
you’re my sea and my lake.
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 8:34 AM UTC
As the days come and go, the memories stay the same. All at once they rush to my head, as if the pain had made it's nest in my mind.
Thoughts of it all comes to crush me, as if the world it self had given up on me.
Fear of failing, or of not amounting to the others requirements, forces me to do right by wronging others.
Dark thoughts to which I am a slave to the path chosen for me, not by me, but by my actions.
Wanting to make it all go away, but it's same as wishing for richness to all in the world.
They say "the world runs on money," which causes the most unminded of us to jump to the others neck, just obtain a piece of happiness. Some will go as far as to take another's life, just to reach what most of us consider as the ways of life.
My own thoughts have pushed me to do the most unworthy things to the ones who love me. The feelings which force me to be unfaithful to my soul. Leaving but an empty shell to roam the lands.
Ashamed to be in my own body. The thoughts of starting from scratch, and help others thinking as if, but it does not matter what face one puts on. The pain will forever remain within you, until your leaving day.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness.
These are all characteristics I've viewed
From a man who chose such a proclaimed selfless profession.
Amusing how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs.
There is a significant difference between intentional wronging
And misguided, assumptions that only souls that are led astray make
The purpose of this text is a public service announcement,
some may call it art; only the creator truly knows it's meaning.
Mom's in the wild will protect their progeny to the death, I'll leave it at that.
It began in spoken word. Your fear carried on to strings of letters that could only flow through a brain sunken in liquid toxicity.
Don't believe everything you hear, don't dismiss it either.
Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next movement
Very well could be checkmate.
I care about society until someone I know crosses me,
I have honored you by not interrupting your rendezvous. Taking advantage of people is your game.
You prey on those who are too naive to type six letters following a name into a search box.
Fortunately, your cadaverous will forever rot.
While the tempter, sits in delight holding onto a smile so menacing. You have only seen it portrayed by Mr. Nicholsan.
Regard of the Crest of the house would have prevented your sad demise.
As there are no do-overs when you work with Satan, at least you fell for his entrapment, and no one will be wounded by your passive lies again.
we wish you eternal damnation,
the m.H.d.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Greed, gluttony, indulgence, selfishness.
These are all characteristics I've seen
From a human who chose such a supposedly selfless career.
Funny how the less fortunate prey on the wallets thicker than theirs.
Their is a large difference between intentionally wronging
And misguided, assumptions that only misguided souls make
This is a public service announement,
Mom's in wild will protect their offspring to the death, I'll leave it at that.
Phone calls, emails, texts.
Don't believe everything you hear, don't disregard it either.
Play your pawn carefully sir, as your next move
Very well could be your last.
I just care about society until one of my own crosses me,
I have respected you by not interrupting your rendezvous,
Respect of the crest of M would have prevented your sad demise
Hopefully next time lessons shall be learned.
yours truly,
the m.h.d.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
I am crippling
First board breaks, sends a rippling
Feel the slipping in
Foundation never listening
It falls
In slabs
To the ground
If no one’s around, does it even make a sound?
Father left
His family was in debt
He spent every cent
He had a wife, three kids
Breaking at the wood, his aim never missed.
Brother drunk
Every night
At first it was fun, but then he got into another fight
Stealing to the streets
To satisfy his longing
Never far from the home
Doing all the wronging
The mother is always distant
Going ballistic
Sometimes she’d drink
And you’d want her too
‘Cause when she was sober, she’d take it out on you
Hollow
Just let the people wallow in their sorrow
The door is all warped
The rug is out of love
The windows are cracked
The house will never last
When the person steps inside
They don’t know where to begin
Feel like they’ll never fit in
Know that they will never win
I guess that’s why when people address me
They call me broken
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
I would have posited longings ago
this short-shrift to-do over such a curt list undone
was inconceivable
outside
the pages of deceptively practiced perceptions
published in a pop-up book smirk,
or beyond
the canary-yellow frames of a cartoonish
distortion relishing its mired but spongy giggles
A
Been-here-all-along,
you’ve-never-bothered-to-look
lake sleeps implacably
at the bottom of an irascible ocean
Be
Whatever it may,
you can’t deny the wantonly
watted life teeming pretty as it pleases,
untroubled by a hollow-core belief
or the extremest demands of our foul temper
See
How I could have,
if I’d only swallowed
those bubbled-up blurts
ring-wronging the tip of my wriggling tongue,
never been audibly
landed by one alluringly barbed certainty
There are supine bodies—
stagnant, quicksilver pure—
no material ship navigates
and no intentional intruder can swim
without
emerging atypically
unsettled by the caustic exposure
Tread lithely
when you go;
this shoreline bites.
Its clustered rocks will snap shut around you
after digging in below you with a protruding toe,
and its carmine stalks will sting you
as they writhe past you
to mime a part-less goodbye
Here be where
the monstrous cold seeps
and a hellish hot vents
in compliance with this centuries-old complaint:
too-short was the time we wept
for those wiggly wonders
we could have kept
if we’d only octopus-arm embraced
the inevitability of their bandy-legged escape
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 8:02 AM UTC
The classroom was filled with laughter and joy,
And dancing young teens
All i could feel though was jealousy and hatred
I hate them for being so happy when my world is so dark
I hate them for being able to socialize and make friends
I hate them for being gorgeous and tall and skinny
I hate them for everything that i'm not
It makes me mad knowing its not there wronging it's the universe
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
What is life with no risk?
What is death with no miss?
What are games if not tricks?
I idle my way through,
at the thought of losing you,
for a sailboat and a room for two.
What is love without trust?
What is *** without lust?
What is crime without bust?
The rabbit fell down
the hole on her crown
and wonders where to go now.
Is a toy not for fun?
Is true love not a gun?
Are adventures just a run?
I swam past the seas
of Adam's forsaken tree
and I knew it was for me.
Does one go insane,
when tooling with the shame
of losing one for fame?
I couldn't look the other way
when casting out a slay,
just for another day.
So, is happiness ever wrong?
Could you ever mumble a song?
Does adventure hide along
the bays as I am distant?
Could I ever leave,
or will I never risk it?
For, when I would return,
my soul would be quite different,
but still, the same as now,
for life already kissed it.
I could never wrong,
for wronging is an instant,
that vanishes with smiles
and flowers after ****** in.
Mr. Frost lied about the roads,
it doesn't matter which way you go,
as long as you walk,
you'll get where you end up.
As long as you drink,
you still have a cup.
Can a gain make up for a loss?
Can love be labeled by cost?
Is freedom a myth in a shoe?
Is time a land and a view?
He sees my eyes beyond,
but the pressure is too high.
I see the world beyond,
but cannot reach the sky.
Chain me.
Release --
for the chains, they came from me,
as I let you kiss my cheek,
and love, it makes me weak.
New light is what I seek,
but darkness hovers
where love is weak.
Even true love, at that...
I should have known,
but now I see:
darkness chases after me;
as does light in the darkest days,
as does clarity in the haze.
Do weigh the pros and cons,
but in your heart you know,
even with the odds,
you see which way to go...
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
I just want people to notice that
I actually do care.
I care about a lot of obstacles
and a lot of people.
Maybe I'm trying to make up
for all the years of wronging and
misjudgment I put upon other
people.
The same misjudgment
and wronging
that has been
reflected
upon me.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
This is my promise: I will raise my kids right.
I will never raise my voice to them.
I will never raise my hand to them.
I will lay not a single finger to them.
I will never threaten to kick them out.
I will never drag them from our home.
I will never threaten to harm them.
When they do wrong, I shall teach them accordingly.
Not with anger in my voice,
Nor with fury in my hands.
Shall they wrong me, I will calmly explain as to what they did wrong.
I will not purposely anger them.
Nor will I manipulate them.
If I find me to be in the wrong, I will admit it, and I will not twist my wronging to make them in the wrong.
I will raise them right.
Not with anger or threats.
If they be gay, bi, or straight, they will always have a bed.
Should they be trans or not, my arms will always be open.
No matter what wrongings they have committed, I will never speak with rage.
They are my children, and they deserve respect.
They are humans, and deserve to be treated as humans.
Not as a dog that has torn the couch,
Or soiled the bed.
No matter what, I will be kind and gentle.
Never will I drive them away, nor shun them.
This is my promise: I will raise my kids right. With love and kindness.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
all right,
that sounded like good advice
Put your room in order first
and then your thoughts
Sure
He started looking around the room
for things that were
to be thrown and things that were
misplaced
There were a few
There was a broken snowboard
on his bed
It had the image of a naked girl
painted along
he slept with it at night
and would often find himself placing
his lips over hers
and licking at her slim, long neck
She had to go
It was time to get rid of her
and break out of this
ridiculous lifestyle
He grabbed it
Looked at the girl for a good minute
and decided to place the snowboard
under his bed
He knelt
by the side of the bed and looked
under
Alas, she had no room in there
There was the forgotten cave of
dead gods
he no longer thought about
And it was full
There were body pillows with
brown stains
Hardened socks
Doll heads
A teddy bear with a hole carved between
the legs
A drinking glass stuffed with
dishwashing sponges wrapped in plastic bags
Magazines with crumpled pages
Pictures printed on A4 paper
Sealed jars that contained small figurines
covered by a thick, brown substance
like melted wax
Those were the gods of nights
long past
They had their share of his worshiping
and had been abandoned
to rot away
There was simply no more room
for the present god
to be disposed of
“Funny,” he said
looking at her from above. “It's like
all the ones who came before you
had passed down their blessings
onto you. I… I am sorry I tried to get
rid of you, love. I’m such a fool! Don’t
strike me down, please. I’ll… I can only
try to make up for it.”
He placed the snowboard back on
the bed and
ripped two pieces from a paper towel
and placed them over the middle
of the snowboard
where the painted girl’s nakedness was exposed
He pulled his pants down
and mounted her
Rubbed his ***** against the
paper towels
and showered the girl’s face with
kisses
while apologizing and shedding tears
for wronging her so much
By the time he came he
felt forgiven
and cleaned the stains that made it past
the papers with his mouth
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
By the love in my heart, I never meant to do you any wrong.
In all my meaning, I intended to curb your appetite for love to the best of my intentions. Only, the hunger for it in your heart was so voracious that, even if I were to have been around enough for it to have made a difference, I couldn’t have sated you. And I humble myself to that fact.
By the heat of my body, I never meant to miss you. I thought what was past was past and that I could escape it by running. But I’m out of gas on an abandoned highway and your memory stuck behind me, willing to show its presence but not to pass me.
By the chill in my soul, I never meant to abandon you. Sure, you brought out the worst in me, skipping classes, cursing more, using every knot of energy to find different ways to connect to you, but you also brought out the best, for if it wasn’t for you, I never would’ve figured out how pivotal human love was to me. I still crave it to this day like junkies and needles.
But I can’t feed.
Let’s admit it, I say everytime that I won’t find someone like you and that I’d stop trying, but I always do and then treat them the same way I treated you- with contentment, but a sense of caution, not too close to be intimate but not far enough to be distant. And then I leave. It’s my schedule, my signature of leaving a trail of confused and broken hearts behind as if I were smashing glasses.
I’m sorry for the pains that I might’ve caused you… You all, for there’s more than one in the works whenever I’m foreman.
Brianna, Sarah, Katrina, Sade, Erykah, all of those who I believed I left confused if not alone. I was unclear of intentions because I didn’t know what my intentions even were, I was winging it like birds on their migrations. And now I’m stuck in a reminiscent past like tires stuck in muddy earth.
Am I allowed to feel such empty emotions? Am I allowed to feel apologetic even if nothing was deemed wrong? Wronging all of those who come to me like grading papers, but still in the field looking for a future counterpart, my next meal as if I’m a vulture.
And for that, I can never forgive myself enough to rise over it.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
I'm still me,
But now I'm improved.
I'm still be,
The girl you always knew.
But now I'm better.
I'm nicer.
I'm less judgmental.
I am forgiving,
And I apologize.
I'm sorry for wronging you in the past.
But I've finally turned the page,
At last.
I'll forgive you,
For whatever you've done.
Because tomorrow it will still,
Be a rising sun.
I've grown up a little more,
I'm ready to see,
What this world has in store.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
you know the days
the ones where you regret
every stupid thing you’ve ever done
look back over your shoulder
wistful at wisps wilted and slipped
through numbly fumbling fingers
while you were busy tightening
your heavy cloak of unlovability
the love you longed got stuck inside
the mirror of nonsensical symmetry
we are like children
inexperienced and naive
never taught how to handle
snow globes brimming with God
disagreeing over methodologies
to get it across the finish line
self-righteously wronging
from craves crumbled
to do it right
because it’s Us in there
enshrined in white orbitals
frosted characters waiting
for whirls to still
so they can be seen
on collapsed knees
opening
to the same page
at the same line
unshattered
today
is one of those
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
all the years of longing
all the tears and wronging
all your suffering girl
all your strength girl
you haven't been sure
it hasn't been easy:
dial his number and call him?
ignore your deepest fears
mom told you not to (not to!)
bro told you not to (not to!)
everybody said so (said so!)
you weren't listen (you weren't!)
he didn't pick up the phone
should you try it again?
you're a keen and focussed girl
so you did (so you did!)
a female's voice on the other line
"he ain't there now try again in..."
a man's voice in the background yelling
"no way to talk to your father, girl"
no surrender! never give up!
life is like push-ups feel me?
life is fighting nothing else feel me?
never give up! call him again!
finally you made it: he picked up
shivering sentences spoken
a long talk of fear and longing
he wouldn't ask you anything
dad made clear you're no daughter of his
he remained distant no smile no joy
you remain distant no smile no joy
you're no daughter of his (of his!)
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Each and every single day,
Doesn't matter what I do,
You're always here to make me pay,
For all the pain I've put you through.
A shallow shell of long lost love,
A vengeful scourge with black tar tears,
You're always here to give more of
My memories, regrets and fears.
You've cursed me, shackled me,
Forever with unyielding chains,
That won't let my heart go free.
My heart bleeds in its constraints.
It yearns for you, its own maltreater,
A masochistic kind of love,
"I don't want life. I only need her!"
It prays and begs to up above.
The chains grow spikes, the blood is pouring,
Every day, a hard fought battle,
And through it all, my heart's imploring
For one last day when it could have her.
No matter where I look,
No matter how much more I run,
Even as I write this book,
I know you'll be my only one.
And even if you've ever cursed me,
I'll accept my lonely fate,
A punishment for all my wronging,
One that I could never hate.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
they died
or they helped the dying
become a puzzle, to not merge
they cried
and run to protect
their own life on the thinnest verge
then hid
up there, the wooden cabin
over the trees, schoolhouse of rust
scared
of scary, of their own hands
bathed in blood and strange lust
a deep fall
a Noah wronging no arc
and love that ends up in the dust
I’m lost
in so much red and darkness
kneeling with them, kneading past
at five
I’m leaving, it was hard
how to clean up a soul in mud?
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
Love
And
Longing.
Waiting
Debating
Rights and wronging.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I knew it.
I knew you'd say that.
I knew you'd go off
and get all mad
and then I'd go soft
with my thousand apologies.
We both know how it's going to go,
so why do we still do it?
A continuous cycle,
a downwards spiral.
The same dialogue,
it's getting old.
The pages of the script
are yellowing and curling
further unfurling
a story already told.
And yet,
here we are.
It's the same every time.
Its unchanging,
not even rearranging!
And still,
here we are.
You're further defending,
I'm further descending
into my guilt but
who's really wrong in these petty situations?
Of course if it was you, though,
you'd never admit it.
But honestly,
Who cares?
These petty little arguments.
It's ridiculous, at this point.
And, of course,
I know I'm doing it, too, but,
You know it takes two
to argue,
yet you'll still act like it's not you.
And no matter what I do,
if I defend myself
or let my guard down,
you remain the same.
You'll claim
that it's just me wronging you.
Why can't you see
it's really both of us?
It's so dumb.
It really is.
But here we are,
running through the script
once again.
Just let it end!
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
could it be my tummy
trying to digest all these
heavy conflicting feelings
the love and the pain
the missed and the discarded
the conjoined and the severed
the forgiveness and the blame
the righter and the wronging
the know and the dismay
or maybe
the wine and the pizza...
I'll go with
C) All of the above
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC