"wrongness" poems
By the sill sit still;
Listen to the wash on the roof;
Specks and sheets form a symphony
so complete to hush you quiet,
Even still.
An inundation.
This libation to parched earth has
been a meditation since birth;
to ponder under the pitter-patter
hiss and swish of exponential scales
At the wrongness of raindrops in a sunbeam.
Sit still, brood like the clouds that came
to darken a June day, so silent they gathered
over a land hard with memory,
With fear for passing years and
worries that grew like weeds in summer showers.
Brief as thought these drops like jewels
are set ablaze then strike the dirt; done.
They flash for an instant in time,
with no way back to an azure sky.
There is no telling the distance,
How high these clouds climb.
Just the sound of falling rain,
Listen.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
sometimes I think
that I really need makeup
to hide me from myself
when I look in the mirror
all I see is my bad
personality
brought to life
small eyes, full of lies
full lips, I'm a *****
my mother likes to say that
I don't need makeup, that I have a nice face
but that doesn't explain away
the facts
because girls snicker at me,
boys call me crazy behind my back,
that my father calls me fat
because "he loves me
and
is
trying
to
help"
so maybe the one, two, three layers of slick and color and shine
will bar the anger and wrongness
and lack of reason or rhyme.
maybe one day i'll have the courage to wash all the makeup
away.
maybe one day
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Too long this rot has run its course, too much the damage done
When men deflect acknowledged glance, they know that wrong has won.
Across this land and far afield the wrongness seeps within
And pride becomes a memory through distant halls of spin.
How can we bow to tyranny, how can we shy away
From that which causes eyes to slide.... and coaxes will to sway?
To tolerate the bombast, the bullying, the lies
Succumbing to a hopelessness, which, both we despise.
Division in the nation, uproar in between
A man and wife’s contention-ness beyond what should be seen
Brothers loathing brothers, silence in the room
Where a word uttered wrongly can erupt to screaming soon.
Allies left in tatters, trust is cut to shards
Tariffs injudiciously, imposed to **** the cards.
International uproar, industry in strife
Teetering disastrously when NATO flees the knife.
Putin sits and rubs his hands, hilarious the show
Disorder and disharmony to lubricate his glow.
Beijing sits inscrutably, always opportune
Manoeuvring judiciously, in place, to call the tune.
America, the isolate, sails away to sea
Blondini, at the helm, wears smirk indulgently.
M.
The White House
HAMILTON NZ
12th July 2018
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
People are ... Funny ... !?!
They Now ... make me laugh ...
You talk ...
They DON'T ... listen ... !?!
MP's ... keep restricting ...
IGNORANCE ... in people ...
has now become ... SICKENING ... !!!!!
Kinda gets me to ... " Thinking " .....................
What a ... CRAZY WORLD ... !!!!!!
Girls ... Loving girls ...
Men ... Killing men ... !!!
Abuse of our children ...
by some who ... Teach them ... ???
But ......
What about those ... ?
with ... Abusive children ... ?!?
Those who ... Don't Care ...
about those ... who ... Made Them ... !!!
Adults are now ...
being chased by ... Children ... ?!?
Teenagers ........
RAGE ... !!!!!!!
Their acts of ... Aggression ...
are now ... OFF THE GAUGE ... !!!!!
Words on ... This Page ...
are my feelings ... Today ...
What more can I say ... ?
I write things ... This Way ...
to avoid seeing life
behind bars ... in a cage ...
Seems like ...
... " End of Days " ...
is Not ... far away ... !!!
But Many ... DON'T LIKE ...
The things that I say ...
because .....
Things that I say ...
Reflect on ........................................
What's TRUE ... !!!!!
But Many think wrongness ...
is just .... TV News ....
But ....
" Some of it's " ..... True .......
and can happen to ... YOU ... !!!
So ....
What would you do ... ?
if ... Sadness and Misery ...
Tainted ... your view ... !?!
Probably ........
LOSE YOUR COOL ... !!!!!!!
Be an *** ...
or it's ... Mule ...
Give in ... to clues ...
that you ... HAVEN'T BEEN ... true ... !!!
True about ... " Things " ...
that ... Luxury brings ...
Like ... " Flash Golden Rings " ... !!!
or ... Diamonds that ... BLING ... !!!!!
Well ...
Here's the ... " Dilemma " ... ???
Life is for ... LIVING ...
but now we see ... KILLING ...
for ... Mobiles that ... " Ring " ... ?!?
or Jewellery that ... BLINGS ... !!!?!!!
So ....
What will you choose ... ?
to think you're a ... KING ... ?
cos' of ...
Your .... Diamond Ring .... ?
and .... wait for the ... KILLER ...
to come with ... " The Sting " ... !?!
Oh now ...
Just for you ladies ...
Let's ... " Rework " ... the scene ...
You've got to ... Realise ....
Luxury's ... for a ... " Queen " ...
But .....
to those who ... Don't have them ...
Your Bling ... is ... OBSCENE ... !!!!!!!!
Then YOU ...
like the ... Fellas' ...
Might find that ... " Your Dream " ...
is SHATTERED ... One Night ...
by a ... RUTHLESS ... " Street Team " ... !!!
I'm CHANGING ... like seasons ...
because of ... " These Reasons " ...
cos' actions ... some make ...
are Equal to ... TREASON ... !!!!!!!!
I REALLY ... am Dark ...
like that man ... Liam Neeson ...
This life has ... MORE MEANING ... !!!
than ... " Custom Made " ... Jewellery ... !!!
Like Bruce ...
when i'm writing ....
My fists ... bring the ... " FURY " ... !!!!!
cos people act ... CRAZY ... !!!!!
Their outlook seems ... " Hazy " ...
to make themselves money ....
Their Slim's ... REALLY SHADY ... !!!!!
Do you ...
Trust your lady ... ???
to bring up ... " Your Baby " ...
When Coc' ... is ... " The Drug " ...
she likes to take .... DAILY .... !!! ? !!!
Well ..........
Maybe just ... " Maybe " ... ???
If you see ... what I see ...
when you ... look around you ...
You may just agree ...
with ... A Brother ... like me ...
The world we now live in ...
is TRULY ....
..... " CRAZY " .....
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
The demon in me
It feeds on
************ rituals
***********
****** day-dreams
It searches
For prey
Finds
Sappy men
Who can't aquire
Someone their age
The demon pounces and recieves
It flaunts it's
Power
It's pride in the
Wrongness
And when
The real me
Returns
She is
A little
Less alive
And a little
More evil.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 12:50 AM UTC
The road was long and rough
It was a passageway of words
A parade of letters and prose
The touch of invisible pleasure
I moulted like a snake in season
I dreamt on a cruiser of reign as we
opened my pandora box in the cave
The road was smooth and right
It was a third eye paradise of seers
A mire of misery and blowing wind
The tears flew like fireflies on heat
I met the shrinks of souls in salt bed
I waved the rain as it washed my sins
On that sight of the pandora box
The road of wrongness and rightness
It was an unfolded augury of life
An awakened sleeper roared in dreams
The days when I touched the skies
I took the broken house and mended
I saw the clouds as bright as crimson
Inside the box when I met my twin
The road of love, lust, love, longness
It was when the ember coal was wild
A blaze of soul collision and resonance
The days when doubt taunted in mazes
I wrested my mind and the heart knew
I tested the precipice and intuition led
Inside the unconditional pandora box
The road where I hid and felt alive
It was a paradise of shining trees
A place where our loneliness merged
The safest heaven on barren lands
I saw my warrior and he shielded
I sat as he ran away with fear and pride
On that very opened pandora box
The road of unforgotten forever
It was a triangulation of continents
An immersion of difference and indifference
The open table of a scarce connective mess
I shed my naive bed and hardened
I shut the wild untwisted world
On that very inevitable pandora
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
Today I wish to not wake up
I wish to go from yesterday to tomorrow and forget that today ever exists
I wish for the sun to stay below the horizon and the song birds to sleep past noon
I wish this world to skip today
Today I wish to be nothing
I wish to not be a mass of energy or to take up space on this planet
I wish for Einstein to be wrong and Newton to be full of sh*t
I wish this world breaks physics today
Today I wish for fire
I wish to have water scald my throat and for food to become ash on my tongue
I wish the air I breathe turns to smoke in my lungs and my skin to char from the heat of the sun
I wish this world to burn today
Today I wish for ice
I wish for no smile to melt my bitter heart and no embrace to warm my calloused soul
I wish for Arctic wind to bring forth a new ice age and for frost to encircle my home
I wish this world to freeze today
Today I wish for disaster
I wish for my tears to flood the highest cities and my screams to cause cracks in the sea floor
I wish for wild fires to incinerate all forests and global warming to evaporate all oceans
I wish this world to destroy today
Today I wish to have a chat with death
I wish to be kissed by the lips of a viper and down hemlock until I’m no longer parched
I wish for the gods to send down a new plague and Mother Nature to take revenge on us all
I wish this world to die today
Today I wish for you to not care
For today I wish that you turn your check the other way when you see me and you don’t whisper a word for the wrongness I am causing
I wish for you to let my anger consume me until she can see it from the heavens and let me destroy myself until her absence feels less empty than I do
I wish for today that you let me embrace death with open arms so I can be close to her once more
Because Today I wish to no longer exist
But if you refuse to grant me any of these wishes than grant me this one simple request
That today of all days you let me have this hate
You let me have the same hate for myself that I have for this world on the day that it took her away
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 7:31 PM UTC
You call it how you see it
And I can’t say I blame you
You put me in a state of disorder
So of course, chaos ensued
Now everything is warped, distorted, upside-down
An unnatural wrongness in vice
Imbalance of the gunas
Delusion has its price
I find myself guilty of
Sleeping during the vibrant sun,
Blind faith, self-destruction
And ultimate non-conformity
But I never meant to act unreligious
Never meant to cause disharmony
Never meant to act with self-praise
Never meant to act immorally
Contrary to the laws of the planet,
I embrace self-rejection
But should this terrible reversal of order
Be considered evil?
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC
There's a tree in modern-day
That grows its upside down
It flourishes unnoticed
Not even a frown
It's all roots and rotting dirt
An ugly shade of brown
The rainstorms never touch it
Yet it always seems to grow
Where the low shrub is headed
No one seems to know
It's a metaphor for wrongness
For hate, and greed, and woe
Deep under the soil
There are blossoms and green leaves
Yes, they are now unseen
But no one seems to grieve
They are pressed into the dirt
And dirt They will receive
But those leaves and blossoms
To the bright gold branches cling
They are kindness, goodness
Still they softly sing
They don't mind unfairness
No protest do they bring
For they are well-nourished
*By a pure underground SPRING*
SoulSurvivor
(C)1/28/2017
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
From the prompt: The End Of Monsters
“Nobody asks why the chimera needs killing.
It’s a lone thing – a wrongness,
a distortion wandering in from elsewhere
burning the straight plowed fields of us”
- E. Rose Sims (On Cartography and Dissection)
He took his vorpol sword in hand
and with it, slayed the last Jabberwock.
Claimed its head, and placed it on a mantel,
in between Grendel’s arm, and the Minotaur’s horn -
Trophies of his conquests.
He told himself that he was making the world safer.
Still, that didn’t stop the nightmares.
The memories of the screams let out by the faun
as he plunged his dagger into its neck.
The way the chimera begged to be spared,
in is best human accent, before he thought to cut out its tongue:
“Please, no **** Who will look for my family?”
“No mercy, not in this world.” He tells himself.
“Monsters need to be killed.”
He told himself that he was the great Dragonslayer.
The adventurer.
Eliminating the native threats
so that his people can safely claim the land.
Now that his deed is done,
the final monster, slain.
Our hero hangs his vorpol sword up on the wall.
Yet, he lies awake at night
unable to sleep,
he stares up at the stars.
He dwells on a bone chilling thought -
that maybe somewhere in a distant land
there is a map being made of his home town
and some undiscovered other
has labeled it -
“Here Be Monsters”.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
I used to love apologies
When you’d admit your wrongness in lew of
my rightness my pride did somersaults
with my ego
I would spend hours admiring their
acrobats and my posture would reflect
their newly practiced muscles with ease
Your apologies were music to my ears
until the bow broke the string
Now the music isn’t right
The gentle hum of my ego doesn’t find
comfort in your shame anymore
I now beg you to stop the music
It has become a terrible scream
A high pitched ringing no one else can
hear but I swear it’s there and I’m not just
crazy or lacking potassium
I want to grab a needle and thread and
sew your mouth shut before you can ever
apologize again
You cannot control the weather
Don’t apologize when I say that I’m cold
You cannot control my sleeping habits
So don’t apologize when you hear how I
couldn’t sleep last night because I
was craving something but didn’t know what
it was and I couldn’t go to bed without it
Don’t apologies to me
When you say you’re sad please don’t
apologize
We are all sad sometimes
There is no shame in realizing our
happiness is only skin deep sometimes
When you say you don’t understand the
joke I just made please don’t apologize
I promise I will explain it to you differently
even if it loses its humor that way
I know you can’t control how your brain
deciphers the meaning of words
When you read my expressions wrong
please don’t apologize
It was my fault for not seeing your
hesitation and confusion and failing to
comfort your headspace with promises
that I’m not mad or upset
I promise it’s just my face and you
heard me the wrong way
That’s okay
I hear things wrong sometimes too
But please don’t apologize for being you.
---Autism is funny that way
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
A chaotically crooked place
Filled with agony
And ostentatiously sunny days
With scrapheaps of misery
It's the only place we have
And the only place that ever will be.
In wrongness, are we to remain as slaves
Till we go down in history?
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
You have the roundest head I've
ever seen,
Defensive,
It looks like a baldspot but it isn't,
The soft pulsing of the room,
Sit sweet,
melodious,
cacaphony via 80 dollar
made in Indonesia,
Staring deep within the wooden casket,
to find out,
just where it came from,
There are people that
treat this world as if
they lived in a prison,
those that are not,
conscious of the concept, realism
they'll never truly understand,
that it is all a prison and ****
a cacophony of rightness
and wrongness.
The light ever draped,
over shadow's shoulder,
the comforting caress,
of wonderful abandonment,
wrought for not,
want less.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
why are there people who believe its "poetic" to self harm
it frightens me that there are teenagers who are doing this
to themselves, they're self harming because they think it
is "darkly beautiful" or "sadly romantic" there is nothing
beautiful about the scars covering my skin there is nothing
romantic about being terrified someone, anyone, might see
them, these lines of weakness, that i've placed there myself
it's an addiction, a sick way i clean my head, because
the thoughts jumble up, thoughts of; missing, emptiness,
time, space, names, locations, people, dates, stories, sadness
wrongness, hurt, longing, hate, self loathing, destructiveness
i am no where near proud i fell this deep into a hole this dark
i'm scared of being close to people, i shut myself away,
starving myself to reach "perfection"
because maybe if i am skinny enough to be considered "perfect"
then people wont care, wont notice the pink and purple lines
covering my form. no. there is nothing poetic about sadness
nothing. so stop convincing yourself you want to be a sad
lonely, scared, self destructive "poet"
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:27 AM UTC
midnight darkness is the evil waters
the flakes drown themselves in
they never melt
their souls do not dissolve
absorb the whispers in the pockets
the fibers of the sheets
the birds bury themselves in
it's a rainy day
so the caterpillars dance
they don't know their lives will change the second the storm clears
the words are not spoken
nor are they written
it is just a telepathic wrongness
meaningless
help get untangled from the sea glass
come out with no cuts
out of your membrane
light shines and sparks
the empty holes fill with dust
the bones disintegrate
nothing is left
melodies in the wind
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
am i
blackness, shrouding, crowding
darkness, coldness
breathless pouting
am i
lost, goneness, wrongness
searching, urging
always missed
am i
ever, ending, pending
lovelessly
beseeched to rending
am i
hell, cloudless, doubtless
doomed fortune
eternal kiss
am i
fending, slowly, bending
timeless, fightless
vilipending
i am
blackened, shrouded, crowded
breathlessly
divulge the clouded
am i, i am
i won’t know.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Admittedly, the beginning of this is not a poem. It is a link to a video that everyone in the world needs to see. The poem follows.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ROXTFfkcfo&list;=PL9ABB2F7C182BA1D8
this way people can see
because when the roles
are reversed, everything feels
wrong. you are suddenly
trapped in a world that is not
right. everywhere you turn, the
wrongness is blatant to you.
but not to them. to them it
is normal, a vague term,
an existential-crisis-invoking
term. but what do.
that is how it is. in a normal
world, the normalness surrounds
and suddenly it is like being trapped
underneath a bell jar of a dream
and everyone is acting like nothing
is wrong, but maybe they are just messing
with your fragile mind. because shouldn't
it be the other way around?
wait, what?
it's like everyone got the memo
except you and not a single
soul will share it with you,
because you should have gotten
the **** thing yourself,
and nothing makes sense, how
can they all think feeling this way
is so normal, it's reversed, it must be,
nothing makes sense and no one
will explain and *some people feel
like that all the time*.
what can you do
when no one is there
nothing. you can do
nothing. you must
be strong and you must
wait and you must
know that someone
is coming, someone must
come.
you must do nothing.
that way, you can stay
alive
for something.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC
How are you?
[no I'm not. I'm not. Everything is falling apart] Great!
Hi!
[I need to hide. hide before my seams split open] What's new?
How was your day?
[frustrating. brick walls. ice daggers. you name it. I need a tall building] Not too bad, yours?
How are you feeling?
[shattered. please don't...I can't] Sleepy, a little.
[bursting out. spilling. tidal wave of complete wrongness. ribs rattling around uncontrollable feelings. rage. throat tight. calves twinging. head spinning] Smile!
Could you-
do you?
really desire this knowledge?
Unwanted, unwarranted, personally, so I won't regift.
I'm not sure your ears really want the weight of
it, anyway.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Sand in my pockets
I wander from the beach
Lost-amidst a crowd of lonely faces
Thinking of only yours
I should have realized you were no good
When I caught you turning tricks and selling dope
But oh, your eyes, I was cursed to fall in love with danger and wrongness
Within your eyes
I should have known you were no good when I caught you stealing my cash
To buy your dope
But your rough hands pushed and pleasures my inner demons
They liked your presence amongst the Devil
You'd been through Hell
But so had I
And finally
You dumped me
With blonde hair and a black t shirt
You told me I was no good
On the beach.
We made love.
You left me
You left me.
And **** this gun is talking to me
It's telling me beautiful things
Caressing me with the chamber
Of hell
The trigger. My finger dances around it
You left me
You left me
And when you did
You took the only sane part of me with you
But you ******* left me
I pull the trigger
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
From the stroke of soft untruths
To the ****** of mortal lying,
Thee must touch the cactus thorn
To redeem what truth implies.
Thee must feel the pain of failure
In the hall of thy endeavors,
Thee must feel the heat of wrongness
Through horizons of thy eyes.
***** the thorn to bring the bloodflow
Showing cherry on obsidian,
Charge the soul of carnal flood time
To thy consciences' discourse.
Pull the plug on frank and factual
As an alien endeavour,
Lift the spirit of thy lying
To thy level of remorse.
Whispering the white lies softly
Through embellished words and phrases,
Thee are pandering to untruth now
To a very great extreme.
Thou doth amplify the actual
Like tomorrow doesn't matter
But without the truth thy future
Shall be vanquished like a dream.
**I say without the truth thy future
Shall be vanquished....like a dream!**
Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
5th November 2010
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 2:56 AM UTC
but it sure as hell isn't this silence, it is
not this gnawing sense of self-doubt
that seems to take over everything i do
for you, for me, for us.
i wish you would just talk to me.
explain why you just walked out
as if nothing happened, as if you
didn't care about the wrongness
and the seven thousand thoughts
in my head. i feel like screaming
a hundred times a day and you
can't even bother to call me.
you are not the only one
who's scared all the time.
i'm constantly shaking
and i am always alone.
i'm done being alone.
i need you but i also
need to know that
i can love myself.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I don’t see your reason to play
Is there something you know that I do not?
Things I tell you are given away,
Much like I did and left them to rot
When things are seen through a monocle
Not two, not a pair
The acts I’ve committed are still canonical
As these clothes,
You do not wear!
So I anger when the truth is diluted
An answer it seems, must be reputed
While wrongness and hurt
Plant seeds in the dirt,
For trust between us feels polluted…
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
Smell this.
There is a great stench among us.
It's stinking up society
And the justice system.
It's ruining a nation's deepest beliefs.
It's spoiling the achievement of a next generation.
It's pungent.
Taste this.
Even I can taste it on my tongue,
But I'm too much of a lover
To let it part from my thoughts.
It's meat rotting, turning to maggots.
It's poison festering deep in the core of man
And dispersing through his pores.
Hear this.
The wailing of a mother
As she cries for the life of her son.
The same yell screamed by
The crowned young ******
As she watched our Savior be nailed to a cross.
It's screeching.
See this.
A child.
A child slain
In the unjust ways of society.
A child bleeding life
Onto a cold, heartless ground.
A child. A child
Dying in broad daylight.
A child's smile,
Once brighter than a million suns
Going dark. Burning out.
It's flame, once ablaze,
Tiptoeing dimmer into darkness.
Feel this!
Warm blood.
Hot bullet.
Cold hearted.
Allow your fingers to tremble
Across the badge
That's rough around the edges.
That's connected to your assassin.
Feel the victim's hope disintegrate
With his breath.
Feel his mother's heartache.
Feel God's disappointment.
Sense this.
Sense innocence.
Sense wrongness.
Sense injustice.
But can you truly sense
The senseless
Of the situation?
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC