misunderstood
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Deep in the depths of my womb
there lies my rotten eggs.
The potential of halve beings
My contribution of madness to the world.
The one I thought,
For once in my lifetime,
Understood me,
Was the one
Who misunderstood me the most
In my life!
#MywordsOnMycanvas
It's so insane to think that we can hear one word and allow it to change our whole mood,
And in many cases when you start to finally take care of yourself, people decide to tell you that you are being rude.
I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
Are you so invested in the easment of your own internal quarrel
that you've gone so far as to project your disposition on the fate of others?
Have you thusly desposed of the morals taught by mothers?
How many girls are thinking what i'm thinking right now?
This kind of crazy makes me want to start drinking.
on and off again
Confusing me, making me think i'm in love
" Black Sheep
ne' er do well,
loser,
you're bound for Hell."
Looked down upon
misunderstood
" She's at it again."
" Up to no good."
Despite these words,
there grew a flower,
I'm tired of thinking,
In test dates,
And terms papers.
When all I really want,
Is to use my imagination.
The stars call my name,
But I'm busy getting A's
Who am I?
But a demon in the deep.
I might not be like you,
But I still need air to breathe.
Is it you who will drown me?
You who force me down?
I fight, not for a victory,
With each word you speak,
I bend away.
Away from the contact.
away from the pain.
I've bent so much.
I might just break.
I might just snap.
Pray for my sake.
With each word you speak,
I’m in pain, everyday
and I’m tired of your disbelief.
Tired of the “lies”
that you’re sure you see.
well I’m tired of everyday,
And I’m tired of being me.
just this once, can you listen?
I’m not really much of a poet
But know I can talk about a lot of crooked mess
Cuz u never know what you’re really capable of
Until you’re put thru the right test.
Sitting in a box that’s way over my head.
I know it’s made of card, but today it’s dense like lead.
I could claw my way out, or put my foot through the wall.
I’m an angry black woman
And?
How about you stop trying to
Get in my pants?
I work those long hours,
Undervalued,
They say that I need help, Call me Crazy, Impulsive,Broken, label me with anger Issues
They think that I got problems controlling myself, But that ain't what it is
I can't control how I feel, But I control how I deal
Dear Friendship,
Why do you make me so happy?
Why do you make me so confused?
Why do you make me feel lost?
Why so happy? Why so sad? Why so angry?
In front of you
Are two books.
One battered and old,
The other new and untouched.
The new is simple, easy.
You haven't had any hardships
Trying to read it, interpret it.
I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation
When it's normal for you to communicate through layers,
digging into the truth becomes basic...
my grandmother says I’m lazy,
yet I am fully aware of the tasks
that are meant to be done before me.
I am fully aware of the miles of debris left behind my trail.
i cut a line in my skin
for each grave that i'd caused
line after line,
my mind went for a walk
i saw a grave in my head.
and i counted them off.
two by two, the lines grew
Searching for a single grain of sand along beaches of shattered glass,
My tongue trips over bright blue marbles, trying desperately to play jacks.
My heart breaksEvery time you smileMy mind hazesEvery time you speakMy body numbs Every time you touch meMy soul leaves Every time you kiss me
But
who am I?
nothing feels right.
I cannot see with sight
or, at least not quite,
my skin feels too tight
around this soul.
around this hole;
that's consuming me,
their presuming me;
wilted rose
in a garden of madness,
passing your days
as an outcast-
with no burden to
bare
with shame you hang
I am my own Alice
seeking a non-existent
wonderland,
I am a butterfly
fluttering about in
a flowerless field,
I am a pen
deprived of
the badly needed ink,
Love is about concessions
Not about empty confessions.
Love is about a mutual respect
Not about reading the other's texts.
-Love is patient-
Love is not an excuse
One man has one live. How he chooses to live that life is the reason he lives.
The man may not know who the queen of England is. Or what the square root of 9 is.
But the man continues on.
Standing in a mirror trying to change myself imageLiving with the guilt that daddy couldn'tFinishEvery blow to the brain was a reminderMy momma fell in loveWith a coward Scared to admit he was broken
They want a story.
They want gold.
They don't even try
To understand your soul.
What is happening?
No one's listening.
What am I saying?
Wait.
They want a story.
They want gold.
They don't even try
To understand your soul.
What is happening?
No one's listening.
What am I saying?
Wait.
why is mute:
so hard for you?
get it in your brain
it's not so hard to compute
words couldn't help with the pain
that became..so acute
so in-tuned
with who i was
you think i'm buried in a book?
hah, i'm buried in my mind.
things of myth and mystery
black and white combine
a both good and evil history
if you look that's what you'l find
Angery, Impatient, Misunderstood
The feelings I had exactly a year ago
Angery
The energy I built inside with everyone
Because I never picked my battles
Becuase I hated where I was
Impatient
She seems to be
Unstoppable
Like the world can’t hold her
Down.
And sometimes she seems so
Confident,
Like she’s waiting to be
Crowned.
No one’s ever seen her
Cry.
He tries to be clever,
Tries to hide and take his time
But he can never pull off anything
Because of the innocence of his mind.
The youth of a child
The body of a man
mirror mirror, what do you see?
some hidden power buried deep?
or are the scars all that you see?
like the others who don't see me.
I am not Scars but I'm not free
Every day is a struggle For most it's a routine Motions like the clock Any thing out of place Causing a ripple That eventually becomes a new habit A new routine. But for him It wasn't just a routine It was a paradox Nothing ever made sense He neve
"What is life?
When someone has the power to take it away?
What is love?
When there will be so,so many heart breaks?
What is it? what keeps us going?
Up the endless current that we're rowing,
There are no words to describe
the pain she felt in her heart
they laughed at her in ignorance
her world falling apart
her family in pieces
no one to help her
she needed a friend
"Broken bones
Broken mind
How could I
Be so blind
Broken hope
Broken staff
I though you
Once had my back
But it wasn't true
As i onced belived
The rocks beneath the earth that shelters the lava away.
The gravity that holds us inside of this earth day by day.
The people that try to help me even if I push them away.
"Small little house
Is it home?
i don't know
Small little barn
With the pony
In the yard
Small little girl
With her hair
So loose and free
Small girl's family
"My crys are silent
I am not violent
But still you break me
This pain I'm taking,
Once it was yours
But then you locked the doors
In front of me and them
But every now and then
Pure. That's what they call me anyway. Like the snow that drifts lazily from
the sky to the earth.
One.
Two.
Three.
I fall. I drop. I flit. I flutter. I dance. I slip.
Down and down and down.
Mama says
“You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?”
I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight.
But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.
That's society
That's life
Where are we now?
Make up
Filters
Editing
Is this beauty?
Chocolates
Roses
Are they cliche?
to speak but cannot form the words that would fulfill my thoughts desire.
to gain freedom but scared to face the breakout of war against another.
yes, yes this is how you and i must feel, this is how you and i try to explain,
I am like the sea, beautiful and wild on the surface,
deep and mysterious underneath.
Unknown by many, misunderstood by all.
Typically, my policy is practicing self-censorshipActing like I'm masterful, with unsurpassable intelligenceIn actuality, some elements exist which aren't usually seen
Yes I have big breast
No I do not show off
Guys when the talk to me
Talk with their eyes down
Girls when they see me
Gossip about how I've slept around
It hurts to know that people lie
Pride is the number one thing that can make us, break us, or even kill us.
It’s like a bullet proof curtain that allows us to hide who really are.
It hides who I really am internally.
I'm not as bad as you think
I'm not a problem child
I sit in my room
And I use the internet
I'm not out partying
I'm not out drinking
I'm not shooting up
Or popping pills
Without a tongue how do we speak
Without love how do we feel
Without lungs how do we breath
Without faith how do we hope
without hows, how can we accomplise anything
The world is filled with hows and whats
To be heard is one thing
To be understood is a whole other topic
I don’t want my words to be a fling
They need to be toxic
I want others to feel my pain
To grasp the emotion from the page
"In the someday what's that sound?"
Questioning the bane of ones existance is common
Hey Kurt, did you question yours too much?
I listen into your distortion
The lyrics don't match up
When I drown in my mindAnd look for helpI need you to be kindYet you make me yelp
All these words you shoveRight down my throatYou blame my choicesAs your scapegoat
The words, they go...:
Everyday it's the same thing
I look at you- you look at me,
We laugh at all the craziness
around us
I text you " Hey " or " i just seen the
funniest thing and it made me think
about you '
Childhood last for so many years, but not very long
The mind of a child lives on for so long,
Until the age that you spawn as you no longer are considered a child by law
My mind was my place. It was the only place I could be me...
It was mine..
Until everyone started putting their input inside.
Then..
My mind went from happiness and sunshine to darkness.
Peak into my mind, you'll see madness
You'll see me trying to make things add up
ME, trying to cope with this inner sadness
My dangerous mind
Its thoughts unruly
They pray for my demise
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why.
Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.
The world around me
it's as if it was a world of darkness
but in reality all that is around me is light
Everyone is laughing
havng a good time.
As I sit here
wondering if the sun
hes just misunderstood.
by day hes a rebel
ditching
black eyed
stoned
reckless
sitting back in his chair with his glasses on
hiding sleeping eyes
and the teachers say nothing
Some people are bullies
They manipulate people in sight
They love to call people rude names
They only do it to start fights
How you heard of Tyler Perry's movies
I'm losing my mind it's three in the morning and my mind is starting to unwind,
I'm going on auto drive and everything is so intensified,
Electricity and power and thoughts inside
Music, and wonder and time
It’s just a glimpse inside my mind
Worry and hope and tears I’ll cry
Happiness and running and learning to fly
Who am I?
Am I the person you see right in front of you?
Am I the person you hear people talking about?
Am I the person crying out for attention?
Am I the person who needs your approval on who I am?
Some people just can't see what I can
Through the eyes of a young man
Some just can't hear what I can hear
And so I disappear
You took from me my smile and pride
my happiness and freedom had no room inside.
Restriction or addiction, I ran the thin line
unable to eat, unable to beat,
the little voice willing me not to eat.
Misunderstood, Misunderstood, I'm often times Misunderstood.
I'm very smart and successful but I'm still Misunderstood.
If I could change the world overnight, I'd do it if I Could.
I feel as if I'm a block of chalk
who nobody sees
Why can't I be seen?
Because so many personalities
stand out way more pronounce than me
I am merely a shadow in their presences
Stuck under the microscope
Pins through wrists and feet
Dried lips once muttered how to cope
And conquered Death’s compete
The artist who uses blood for paint
The boy who needs to love
Her passion and fury she fears will taint
One like a gentle dove
Passive verbs will do just fine
Unless of course, you wish to be kind
Original characters are just great
Unless of course, they arrive too late
Use my names, or two, or three
Unless of course, they belong to me
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
Sarah
She was born into an orphanage
Her reading disability is awful
Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it
Her life spent without being wanted
Justin
Wishes he didn't have parents.
I am a girl often outspoken and misunderstood.
I am a girl who is stubborn.
I am a girl who is easily distracted, confused, and overwhelmed.
I may seem stoic on the outside, but I am quite fragile on the inside.
I walk into class day in and day outOnly wishing i could turn and shout
"You're a teacher, so teaching is what you should do""Not a dictator, even though it seems the power has went to your head to"
The thinkers:
those who won't say
what they mean,
but strive to write
something others can relate to.
The thinkers:
those who sit-
staring into space,
but still hear words
Once a girl with curly brown hair
showed her mom her very first poem
she tapped her head and told her it was great
and hung it on the fridge for all to see
That same girl 10 years later
Typical dork
Sneaky,geeky
Tutor, poet, plays chess
Inside a normal teenager
Misunderstood
Words rising and falling like mountains and valleys.Letters form Heroes with passion and calling.Seas of ideas, all structured in stanzas.
Escape
Because a cruel world needs a safe place
Dream
Because sometimes a piece of paper and a pen can create a new reality
Emotion
Because tears come to often and tissue runs out
Love
Dark brown eyes with a personality that brightens any gloomy situation
No one can pronounce the name but remembers the face and the smile
All it took was one shot
For you to spiral down the drain
‘Cause though you may have fought
You couldn’t evict the pain
All it took was one thought
For you to decide it was time
unknownmisunderstood wish I could just blend into the cornerwaiting for people to walk by unseenunhearduntouched forever lost in the world of the misplaced,with the forgotten and unwanted items of the world blending into the furniturethat's what i
Knees are buckled
tied, looking face down
Creaks and crackles
pray you're still lingering around
Officer says "let's go for a ride"...
Let's go for a ride
in the black and blue tide
not long ago you brushed me off
without a care in the world
about your words with thorns
This deceiving hell
burning to the touch
UNBEARABLE suffering
the Dreaded feeling
The plight of the artist is one unable to be understood by others,
By those who assume that an artist has it easy,
Those who believe that art is a commodity.
(poems go here) Children, by standers, marathon runners, and victims of Boston:
You are strong.
Measure your strength not by wounds or scares,
Physically or mentally,
But by blessings counted.
I wonder what its like to be beautiful
To never worry about your hair
Your nails, Your make-up
I wish those pretty girl would just shut up
Bragging about their perfect boyfriends
Her eyes are sunken into her face
her heart sunken into her stomach
a cauldron in her memories boils over
frothing savagely when watched
Shadows cast her brew in a sinister dark
but it is only the shadows' premise
For all the little boys and girls who were told no
For all the teens who were told that their dreams aren’t good enough
For all the adults who could never live their dream
For anyone who never had the support they needed
Coping mechanisms have increased
Until loads of weight are placed onto my shoulder
Relapses from what I once was
From what I once did
When Heaven took your light from me,
The whole world went dark.
I do not know where to turn,
I need your guidance.
I swear I don’t have a gun
This game was only fun, but it’s over now
And somehow, we have to leave this place
Leave it far behind, where the sun doesn’t shine
Where ends meet and part again, our lives intertwined
Depression
Bringing back the pain from the lonely past,
I hope your life burns, but forever last.
The confusion, guilt and hatred I feel,
Locks me away without a decent meal.
The poison you shot into my veins,
The Earth shattering silence that chokes the life from me
A Secret hidden deep inside
Needing a place to hide.
The Exposure... Hush Hush...
No one sees but the ghosts haunt during the light.
The nights when I cry,
With my eyes all wet,
No one to talk to,
About the feelings I get,
No one I can trust to tell something yet,
I can see the dark clouds and how they're set,
My heart, wielding nothing but power and unprotected,
Just there for others to hurt.
There are things within the heart, my heart, that make me feel
Tangled.
i sit in my prison
trapped
not from bars
they don't surround
still i'll never be free
Ignorance is my prison
Ignorance from my guards
Ignorance all around
I gave up long ago
Realized there’s nothing living for.
My mother has my father.
My brothers have each other.
My friends will soon forget,
This world won’t stop, it’ll continue to revolve.
In the future I see
Myself, just plain happy
Helping others while on the go
Just so everyone will know
I will be everything I can be
I will be strong, bold, and free
Nothing will get in my way
Misunderstood often by herself
She tries to understand her mind and yet she’s still confused.
The path she has created for herself not fit for no one else she stands alone.
Do we think were through?
Yes I think we do.
Do you know that you love me?
Or isn't it meant to be?
We havent spoke in a while,
but this agonizing pain,
its just pouring like rain.
He lays there,
Without a care.
No other word to be said,
Except he’s dead.
His face once so beautiful,
His lips now sag from lack of love.
I wait in line
After the service
I feel invisible....
you can't see me untill im hurt...
as if me telling you to stop wasnt good enuff...
like you just couldnt believe I was human.....
