Misunderstood Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Paralytic Politics
Upside down
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
#humankind
#misunderstood
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Paralytic Politics
Upside down
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
it's how I see
like the bat
swimming in an aquarium
no radar
with the eyes closed
it's how I see
like the octopus
spinning its tentacles
hyperbolic helicopter
through a periscope
it's how I see
the blowfly
submerged in desires
with the head buried
it's how I see
the hummingbirds
the saviors
the redeemers
upside down
it's how I see
what do standing
other gentlemen see...
PAR
#humankind
#misunderstood
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Fallen Petal
withered now
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
#secrets
#flowers
#misunderstood
#learning
#bittersweet
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Fallen Petal
withered now
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
#secrets
#flowers
#misunderstood
#learning
#bittersweet
338 reads
0 Comments
Fallen Petal
withered now
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
#secrets
#flowers
#misunderstood
#learning
#bittersweet
338 reads
0 Comments
Fallen Petal
withered now
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
#secrets
#flowers
#misunderstood
#learning
#bittersweet
338 reads
0 Comments
Fallen Petal
withered now
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
this petal was
once so soft
brush strokes
gently fade away
drift into
the background
of a painting
hanging crooked
on a wall in an old
abandoned hall
the lady in
the photograph
tells us all
her secrets
woven in words
across canvas and
through time
fleeing her mind
truths written
now spilt
upon divine
tapestries strewn
with illiterate ink
not understanding
the consequences
of...
#secrets
#flowers
#misunderstood
#learning
#bittersweet
338 reads
0 Comments
The Sound of my Voice
Talk sounding trite, of one who stammers. Stuttering speech a teacher can't reach or alter. Excessive is the theme of repetition of words. Fumble, feeling clumsy, stupid on the spot.Falter, sputter, jabber, pause and repeat then rewind...trying to say it one more time. This is the long drawn out sound of a voice that Stutters. Twisted is the dry lips, stress is the mask one wears and beads of sweat is the workout. Yammering, jammering as the audience heards trying to follow. The whole show presents a see-saw of ups & downs. One sentence spoken takes one hour of a nightmare that clings...
#rejection
#bullying
#misunderstood
#despair
#emotional
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6 Comments
The Sound of my Voice
Talk sounding trite, of one who stammers. Stuttering speech a teacher can't reach or alter. Excessive is the theme of repetition of words. Fumble, feeling clumsy, stupid on the spot.Falter, sputter, jabber, pause and repeat then rewind...trying to say it one more time. This is the long drawn out sound of a voice that Stutters. Twisted is the dry lips, stress is the mask one wears and beads of sweat is the workout. Yammering, jammering as the audience heards trying to follow. The whole show presents a see-saw of ups & downs. One sentence spoken takes one hour of a nightmare that clings...
#rejection
#bullying
#misunderstood
#despair
#emotional
262 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of my Voice
Talk sounding trite, of one who stammers. Stuttering speech a teacher can't reach or alter. Excessive is the theme of repetition of words. Fumble, feeling clumsy, stupid on the spot.Falter, sputter, jabber, pause and repeat then rewind...trying to say it one more time. This is the long drawn out sound of a voice that Stutters. Twisted is the dry lips, stress is the mask one wears and beads of sweat is the workout. Yammering, jammering as the audience heards trying to follow. The whole show presents a see-saw of ups & downs. One sentence spoken takes one hour of a nightmare that clings...
#rejection
#bullying
#misunderstood
#despair
#emotional
262 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of my Voice
Talk sounding trite, of one who stammers. Stuttering speech a teacher can't reach or alter. Excessive is the theme of repetition of words. Fumble, feeling clumsy, stupid on the spot.Falter, sputter, jabber, pause and repeat then rewind...trying to say it one more time. This is the long drawn out sound of a voice that Stutters. Twisted is the dry lips, stress is the mask one wears and beads of sweat is the workout. Yammering, jammering as the audience heards trying to follow. The whole show presents a see-saw of ups & downs. One sentence spoken takes one hour of a nightmare that clings...
#rejection
#bullying
#misunderstood
#despair
#emotional
262 reads
6 Comments
The Sound of my Voice
Talk sounding trite, of one who stammers. Stuttering speech a teacher can't reach or alter. Excessive is the theme of repetition of words. Fumble, feeling clumsy, stupid on the spot.Falter, sputter, jabber, pause and repeat then rewind...trying to say it one more time. This is the long drawn out sound of a voice that Stutters. Twisted is the dry lips, stress is the mask one wears and beads of sweat is the workout. Yammering, jammering as the audience heards trying to follow. The whole show presents a see-saw of ups & downs. One sentence spoken takes one hour of a nightmare that clings...
#rejection
#bullying
#misunderstood
#despair
#emotional
262 reads
6 Comments
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