Least Read Misunderstood Poems

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

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

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...

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...

I’m the lizard king
Don’t know anything

I creep in the crevices
Lost souls I know

I’m everything squared
Slime on a rock I was there

I’m a living thing
Can’t figure it out by myself

I’m the supreme being
Don’t know who I am

Cave dweller in a man cave
Slug on a sofa

I’m the Lizard King
Singing to the choir