Best Dead Wrong Poems
They always tell you, you are strong,
Time and again.
While you know they are dead wrong,
Through your pain.
You never had a decent choice,
Had to disappear.
No free will, no life, no voice,
Just hurt and fear.
You never knew the tiger in you,
He slept too long.
Until he roared you had no clue
You became so strong.
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With searing rage you flee the cage,
You free your mind,
And let despair turn into rage,
And then you find
There is a world outside that hell
For you to roam.
Turn into stories you can tell,
You can go home.
They used to tell you, you are strong,
Time and again.
And now you know they were not wrong...
You beat your pain.
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January 28, 2017
© Darren White
I see that acacia tree
and I get vacuumed back to the past.
When we both had
a different type of light in our eyes,
with the reflections of that clear brook
evident in our irises,
where we thought that the
sun only revolved around us, and us alone.
We thought we knew better,
or did we?
Did we truly know anything at all?
My heart gurgles a bit,
as it chokes, bleeding on memories...
I am beside myself,
and I look so stupid,
hugging that tree,
a lifeline to what was.
I envy that tree, for its sturdiness,
its roots being so deep-seated,
so much unlike us,
easily broken, swayed, uprooted.
I loathe that tree,
for it still blooms,
blushing with its bright pink flowers
so delicate-looking and beautiful.
So unlike myself.
I feel ugly now. I actually am.
With hate and guilt eating at me from my core,
how could I not be?
I am rotten.
I am corroded.
From the looks of it,
I seem to have drunk from that
brook (now polluted), ingesting the trash
strewn there
I just never knew how much filth there was.
I am not infallible.
I thought you were.
But I was wrong. Dead wrong.
You tried to pull me up, but
became too heavy for you...
I dragged you down with me,
so deep, too deeply
that I had to bury you.
Along with my heart and soul,
which have both turned into stone.
I am stoned.
Yes, I feel so heavy,
so heavy I wish someone
would bury me,
throw me in the sea
so I could sink to the bottom and be forgotten.
Or better yet,
is there a magic pill
being sold somewhere
that can make me go back—
Start all over
and do things over?
What I would give
to recapture that light,
to have you back
but I know it is too late.
You’ve gone already.
Left me...
Or so I thought.
I always had the tendency to be wrong,
and it had never felt so great.
I turn around
and a different kind of light
kindles my I(rise)s.
Like that acacia,
I bloom again.
goodbye i'd rather die stay away from me from my abandoned arm
it's taken way too long to say so long i finally know this is wrong in my arm you don't belong
you wher my friend for years drying all my tears numbing my fears
this will be harder to turn away but i'm sorry i'm searching for better days
you cannot live here anymore for there is somerthing else i adore
never leaving me wasted on the dirty floors you've done nothing but complicate me
finding the sinner withen mechewing me up spitting me out leaving me exposed and in doubt
i tried to hide you but you were on my sleeves more and more
the days got so hot i just forgot to cover you up
people could tell how much you really loved m,y by the tracks on my arms
they could tell how much you made me feed youby the bruises counting the number of uses
i was driven by your emptiness your nimbness i was raped by your security
now i'm driven by someone elses this is no gamecall it lame you make me ashamed
ashamed to know i trusted you all i wanted to do was die with you
i just want to try a new and see what's it's like sober
we can no longer sleep together no matter the beautiful sunny weather
i am gonna start over and learn how to grow older so goodbye to you please stay away
forgat my name forget your game having something else beside me
for my sobriety will never lie to me never hurt me never desert me
your every promise empty you've taken all my money it's no longer funny saying it's better
than sweet sweet honey
i get so sick after your every prick you're never enough making my life extra hard
only satisfied for a few then back out searching for you only i can let you in
somehow you always seem to win all the dreams i had were taken away
it seems in just a blink of an eye then you find me and i'm all scattered and torn
feeling so good after trudging through the hood i sit with your company and drift off
addicted to the unknown that has always been shown now i'm flushing you out
i'm brushing you off it's my time to shine thanks for the memories i'll bury them with you
don't you get it you're all alone you creep around like a stalker i'm prepared for you
hear my words get go be gone now i'm strong and you're dead wrong
someday i'll shine and sobriety will be mine
"Those Eyes"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Stars shine so bright
And a child's smile is just so pure
When God created your eyes
They are all He used, I am sure
He used the sun's power
The Life-giving warmth of its fire
Then He divided it above each of your cheeks
It's no wonder that they spark desire
Enough was not done though
Because the Creator works with style
He took that which was already perfect
And sprinkled it with the happiness of a child
Vibrant can easily describe some
But the Beauty in your eyes is just too strong
And any man who says he has seen anything more Beautiful
Needs to be shot because he is dead wrong
Only the face of Love
If there is such a thing
Can compare to your soul's windows
If they had a voice, they would always sing
No word nor any description
At least not any known to me
Can do justice to the Beauty in your eyes
Because it was God who said "Let Them Be"
No one but Him
Can begin to understand
And I don't know how they affect women
But you just wouldn't believe what they do to a man
Even if I could tell you
You wouldn't understand what I would say
Because only the Language of God has the Words
To describe the Beauty that your eyes display
You think you know who I am
You believe to know my whole story
How dead wrong you are about it
You are being misleaded by my actions
I am a troubled spririt
And you thought I was fine
Ha, how I've fooled you all
Because you believe everything you see
Though I am not brusied on the outside
My soul is crushed and burning with hurt
I haven't been whole for many years now
Torn into many pieces that are unable to be fixed
So don't look at my smile and think I'm fine
Look into my eyes, they will tell my story
As I lay here defeated by my own wickedness
Destroyed by the wounds that dwell inside
You only wanted me to be your puppet,
In our relationship.
You wanted everything,
And took more and more from me.
YOU wanted something,
And I couldn’t give it to you.
You had specific expectations,
And if I couldn’t follow them,
Then I was not good enough for you.
If I didn’t make you happy,
You just threw me out on a whim.
You know I am sensitive,
And you thought that breaking up with me,
Would be less painful for my heart?
You are dead wrong.
You thought hurting me was so easy,
And that was your way,
Of manipulating me,
Of using me,
And you never cared about my broken heart,
You never thought of my pain.
You never wanted to love me,
You wanted to control me,
And my heart…
BROTHERLY LOVE
Brother--
Blooded by my
Jealous rage --gone dead wrong
Betrayal won—Killed my mind and
Brother....
This is PART TWO
PART ONE: Cuchalainn's Crossing
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Based on the unbearably sad Celtic story of Cuchaliann and his foster brother and best friend Ferdiad. Tricked by a woman, to fight each other to the death, Cuchalainn killed his brother--then carried him--cradled in his arms-- miles home. (see photo in Wiki)
8/8/17
You're dead wrong if you think you're superior
And that all others are inferior
I'll break through your exterior
Getting to the interior
No longer do I think of it as odd
You're dead wrong if you think you're a god
There are much bigger things going on
Than religion since the dawn
Of it all, in this very universe and beyond
You're dead wrong if you think your **** don't stink
Better rethink
Regardless of if you have to put down the drink
It all will sync
Or there may still be a missing link
Considering that new things come and go, whether tall or small
You're dead wrong if you think you know it all
Such gall and logic leaves me appalled
You do realize that you may fall
And that your name will not always be called
Why do I take from the poor, for the rich?
Why do I steal from those who I love?
Don't act like I don't remember, Mom,
When I disrespected my gifts from you.
I told you that Saint Nick got them.
If only I had known the truth.
You're hard as a rock, Pops, I see that.
But don't you think for a second that I forgot
About that time I disrespected you for
Lying about being my biological father.
Don't you also think that I forgot
About how I was treated as your own.
To Miss Kelly in preschool,
Screw you for giving every kid
Popsicles except for me. That made me feel smaller.
And I'm sorry for not sleeping during nap time.
To the Dominican man I farmed with last summer,
Don't think I didn't see you panhandling,
Because I did. I'm so sorry I didn't donate.
I promise that if I see you again, I will.
To all of my little siblings, sorry I don't see you
As much as you want me to.
I should not have taken your big brother away.
Or maybe I haven't taken anything from anyone.
Maybe--just maybe--I really am trying.
I really am trying to work with what I have.
Maybe I'm so afraid of not giving, rather than taking.
Maybe I'm selfless. Maybe I should be more self-ful.
Or am I wrong? Am I not dead wrong?
She was a force to be reckoned with, outgoing, delightfully assertive, powerful, well-respected.
Her business was human resources.
She was the company expert. We could not have functioned without her.
She matched people to careers as smoothly as seven minute icing goes onto a cake.
She had a reputation as the go-to-person for any and every relationship dilemma we could throw her way, and we threw them all to her.
She caught them and laughed, making mincemeat of them.
She was loving and caring, a brick in the company.
She kept things together.
She kept the peace,
She kept dendrite records that made the paper ones look feeble.
She would do anything to help you, and with the most positive attitude in the world.
She enthusiastically restored hope in people who felt helpless.
She taught people how to be resilient.
She never burdened us with her problems.
She did not talk about herself.
She left them at home.
With her gun,
And her
Bullets
And her
Plans.
A woman
Alone.
Not even
A cat.
She thought we could easily replace her,
But she was dead wrong.
So many ages
So many cages
Lived to tell
A story of kiss and kill
It was a look and a kiss on tempting lips
Followed by a hug of ample hips
Time stopped frozen
For him to be chosen
Not knowing the next
Just feeling the best
Didn't take long
To know he was dead wrong
Fell in a crappy trap
A sneaky snare set up by a lethal tramp
Too late to scream or cry out
He is done, not doubt
They call it Marriage
When it is life Miscarriage .
im not even upset just shocked and confused
what in the hell was wrong with you
how could you say that without biting your tongue
i thought i was your friend i guess i was wrong
you broke my heart and now i see
what you truly make me out to be
it pains me to say this but yeah we're done
i dont want to have anything to do with you
im moving on...
so forget me and the memories we shared
because right now i just dont care
forget the laughter forget the hugs
i thought i could count on you i was dead wrong
you're no longer a friend not even a foe
right now you're just someone i wish i didnt know
i blame myself for this you see
it shouldnt have ended this way for you and me
i brought this out i see that now
all those times i turned you down
i thought we were on the same page
in the end it didnt turn out that way
our friendship wasnt strong enough
to last through and through
but still i cant find it in my heart to hate you...
(very old poem i hope you liked)
You think you have me
Pushed me in a corner
Think you got me now
But your dead wrong.
My adrenaline is rushing
Heart pounding like a hammer
Got you right in my sights
Ready to put up a fight.
You may have me
Your mistake pal
Gloves are coming off
Now you see my claws.
I've had enough of you
Telling me I got no chance
But I have more strength in me
Than you got in your little finger.
I'll take you down for the count
Even if I have to tear you to shreds
For when you pull a dragon's tail
Prepare to feel her wrath.
No more deception
No more rejection
No more misdirection
No more interrogation.
Here I come
Ready to strike
I got my eyes
Set on you
For I've had enough.
Anti-Poem— “Going To See Honey Sanchez”
gloria and me we take a yellow taxi from canoga park
we go to see honey sanchez at the olympic on grand
she be the dragon lady on skates she and terri lynch
both of them girls be tough as nails in their ripe beauty
both wearing thunderbird white riding fire and blood
lighting up the banked track against the texas outlaws
gloria keep telling shirley hardman she be dead wrong
stop your mean ways shirley girl stop beating on honey
baby she say to me could I get her a soda and peanuts
the crowd be all noisy tonight and I can smell hot dogs
the people here they be rowdy and angry they scream
cuss words eating greasy onion rings and drinking beer
my gloria she be saying only one skater be her top hero
I says who and she smiles and say it be honey sanchez—
skater dragon lady at 18th and grand in her ripe beauty
I’ve felt useless
For so damn long
Wanted to mean
Something for someone
I lost myself
Just to find
Someone who
Couldn’t see me
They can’t see that
I’m trying to change
I’m still human and
Finding my own future
Choosing my own choices
Can’t tell if they’re right
Or dead wrong, cause
It’s my own life
Why should I lose myself
To make the wrong choices
Why should I lose myself
Just to be invisible?
I was scared of losing you, but now
I’m exhilarated to find who I am