Least Read Misunderstood Poems
#misunderstood
ATTN DEFICIT HYPERACTIVE DISORDER (ADHD)
The boy was as quiet as a viper
Often talkative and very hyper
One thought crossed another
One topic intercepted the other.
Running…Running…Racing thoughts
Way too many to be caught.
He jumped and jived that young little boy
Who had ways of being cunning and coy!
Poor little fellow…they gave him pills
To settle him down and stay still!
“He lacks attention!”
“He needs detention!”
That’s what they thought and said
About the boy’s mind and head!
In a closet, I was found
Needing a break from all sound ...
Often talkative and very hyper
One thought crossed another
One topic intercepted the other.
Running…Running…Racing thoughts
Way too many to be caught.
He jumped and jived that young little boy
Who had ways of being cunning and coy!
Poor little fellow…they gave him pills
To settle him down and stay still!
“He lacks attention!”
“He needs detention!”
That’s what they thought and said
About the boy’s mind and head!
In a closet, I was found
Needing a break from all sound ...
#misunderstood
#strength
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Renewal
When we tell ourselves it doesn't matter
When that person we overlook looks
Follows our path longingly from a distance
And we find our self hurt and alone ...
Simply because we mistook
When that person we overlook looks
Follows our path longingly from a distance
And we find our self hurt and alone ...
Simply because we mistook
#love
#misunderstood
#hurt
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6 Comments
Best Friends Smoke a Joint in an Alley Outside a Club in the Next Town Over
I don’t know that smoke,” I said and turned
my face away from hazy,
lazy eyes
that spoke with swirling blue,
shameless lust –
a guise I know when we
are on our own.
I watch the cherry
glow from mouth to mouth,
the unfamiliar night
creeps in and I
don’t know the smoke
he’s blowing out tonight.
She don’t know that smoke,
he seeps into the dark.
She gets shy,
his smolder hands are slick
with heat. I cut confusion
eyes to his.
He’d never touched, ...
my face away from hazy,
lazy eyes
that spoke with swirling blue,
shameless lust –
a guise I know when we
are on our own.
I watch the cherry
glow from mouth to mouth,
the unfamiliar night
creeps in and I
don’t know the smoke
he’s blowing out tonight.
She don’t know that smoke,
he seeps into the dark.
She gets shy,
his smolder hands are slick
with heat. I cut confusion
eyes to his.
He’d never touched, ...
#BestFriend
#misunderstood
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Toxic
I am toxic masculinity
and there is this grand proclivity
towards violence and aggression
with a feminine obsession
Yes indeed the fairer sex
often witty and complex
always gets my juices flowing
there’s the manhood always growing
Lesser men that spike my ire
often burn within the fire
they fall beneath me every time
I even kill them with a rhyme
But with the ladies ever gentle
one could say I’m sentimental
I love their every scent and taste
believe me, nothing goes to waste
and there is this grand proclivity
towards violence and aggression
with a feminine obsession
Yes indeed the fairer sex
often witty and complex
always gets my juices flowing
there’s the manhood always growing
Lesser men that spike my ire
often burn within the fire
they fall beneath me every time
I even kill them with a rhyme
But with the ladies ever gentle
one could say I’m sentimental
I love their every scent and taste
believe me, nothing goes to waste
#happiness
#love
#misunderstood #respect
#misunderstood #respect
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10 Comments
Intro to Crazy
She saw injustice, double-standard rules, unfair favoritism, and was treated like an outcast, though she physically lived among them. Day by day, she looked for ways to spread her wings and fly away. The more she tried, the more they clipped her wings with negativism and implementing guilt and fear in pursuit of discouraging her wish to fly and create her own world.
Sadness turned to anger, but she kept silent and bore the beatings until she could no longer contain all the build-up inside her. Anger had turned to rage. They thought she was crazy to begin with, but they had seen...
Sadness turned to anger, but she kept silent and bore the beatings until she could no longer contain all the build-up inside her. Anger had turned to rage. They thought she was crazy to begin with, but they had seen...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#bullying
#misunderstood
#SelfWorth
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reframed
do not regret
or mourn a
broken heart
it's life's way of
reminding you
that you actually
gave a shit about
someone or something
or mourn a
broken heart
it's life's way of
reminding you
that you actually
gave a shit about
someone or something
#LifeStruggles
#misunderstood
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8 Comments
Terms and conditions
They are everywhere
so you better beware
of line TC.6924 Prime
our terms can change at any time
last year, today or in 4.6578 hours
even if your taking a shower
we decide the time, the terms will always
change, like traffic lights on the main
now you may disagree
I argue with gun owners who love guns over kids
lets ban those bullet shooting devils
they respond, is in the constitution
that thing you can not change
our rights are like concrete
you are a shame
I reply with mockery
do you not know
that was...
so you better beware
of line TC.6924 Prime
our terms can change at any time
last year, today or in 4.6578 hours
even if your taking a shower
we decide the time, the terms will always
change, like traffic lights on the main
now you may disagree
I argue with gun owners who love guns over kids
lets ban those bullet shooting devils
they respond, is in the constitution
that thing you can not change
our rights are like concrete
you are a shame
I reply with mockery
do you not know
that was...
#misunderstood
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Careless Whispers
How do you address the deepness of the nonsense of negativity, that has come from those who are hell bent on saying what they want to say to you. 🤬 For sure it's necessary to understand that what we say to someone, without explaining the reason, or the need for not having a discussion to clear the air, and to take out the negativity, that has been thrown around like a run away train on the wrong tracks. But yet you are entitled to your own, personal opinions as well as I am entitled to mine. For sure we can never make a wrong RIGHT, without clarity and pure understanding of what was...
#emotional
#grief
#hurt
#misunderstood
#sadness
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