Best For All The Wrong Reasons Poems
You tell me i am loud
So much so i could restart the pulse of the dead
So what if i am ?
I am what is says on the tin
Would you rather me dead ?
What if i was only a voice in your head ?
Dangling your heart on a thread
Because God wasn't willing to share
Would you be willing to put up with me then ?
And stare at me back like the very
first time that we met
So you tell me i am loud
And it passes right over my head
As currently i listen to you as you do to i
With a microwave burning a hole in our laps
In fits and pieces over the din of our
black and white television set
Till i can't even remember the last time
it took me more than a minute to make
up our bed
Or you made me feel anything at all
Let's call this what it is
Two lonely people who happend to fall in love
Once upon a time
For all the wrong reasons
And now blame each other for it
If I see you again don’t even say “hello”
And I get the point that I should leave you alone
But I thought that I could spend every moment that I had with you
I thought I could live in your arms
You helped me for all the wrong reasons
But the worst is over now
I can finally breathe again
I can finally lift myself back up
I know I’m good for something
I just haven’t found it yet
And I know I've got my problems
But I’m sorry
No one ever said this would be easy
And the memories are fading
All the promises you gave me have been broken
And I cannot escape the past
Inside I hope you know I’m dying
But I still see your face with every breath I take
Take my heart as you’re leaving
I don’t need it anymore, it’s killing me
You’re all I hoped I’d ever find
I can’t forget you
And I’m thinking of all the worst things that could happen
But they already came
I hope that you know I’m sorry
But I can’t stop crying
I’ll forget your scars if you forget mine
Hold onto me and don’t you ever leave
I know you say that I should forget you
But we both know that I'm not that strong
And I would give up everything just to have you
I would die just to be by your side
So, don't fall in love
There's just too much to lose
The Chosen
People say not being the chosen one is the worst.
But what if it isn’t?
What if you’re chosen—
but for all the wrong reasons?
Yes, I was chosen,
just to be a measuring tool—
something to compare,
against unfinished things,
just to feel better about yourself.
Like a trophy,
kept in plain sight,
on a neatly managed shelf.
Only ever looked at
from a distance—
always just a glance,
never long enough to notice.
Perhaps if they had,
they would have seen the rust.
Yes, I was chosen—
as the permanent wrong choice,
the one that reminds you
of what you could have had.
Like a roll of dice—
“if only I had thrown it differently,
if only I got another number…”
If only.
I was always the what if.
I was chosen—
but only to blame,
like how you blame the corner
when you stub your toe.
Never atleast a deserving blame.
There’s a difference
between being chosen
and being wanted.
What’s the point of being chosen
if all you hear
is the echo
of the one who wasn’t?
Who is truly chosen?
And how do you even define it?
What’s the point of being chosen
if wanting never follows?
To all my Friends on the Soup
You! Yes, YOU!
You read the title, right?
The most important word in that was…FRIENDS
Is that why you’re reading this?
Are you a friend?
Hmmmmmm…..
Here is the check list…
Do you leave an encouraging post after reading my poem?
Do you send me soupmail now and again when you see I’ve gone missing?
Do you visit more often than once in a blue moon?
Do you give me the benefit of the doubt?
Do you read my older writes when you miss me?
Do you look for my name?
Do you?
Well, if not…why are you reading this poem?
Curiosity?
Jealousy?
Boredom?
Passion for Poetry?
None of the above….ALL the above?
I don’t know…are you a friend or foe?
Only you know…only you know.
To my REAL friends on Poetry Soup…
You know who you are...
My scintillating stars
My mentors and my guides
My comforters and supporters
My shoulders to lean on
My sweetest treats
Who?
Yes, YOU!
Thank you….for loving me. I’m not always easy to love. I make mistakes. I fall, but you never judge me. You just pick me up and dust me off. You know who you are. I just wanted to say…I LOVE YOU!
To all the rest…Isn't it time you said, "Hello?" ;) Sign your name on that certificate!!!!
Eileen Manassian
PS...I know that I'm not the best of friends. I don't always post a comment or ask when someone is missing. I sometimes read for all the wrong reasons, but I still value my friends who overlook all that and love me anyway!
ENSHRINED
The loss of a love one, for God did not call her home, is wretchedness.
Both took a part of my reserve and now I really live in a crazy world.
However, life was not formed for vulnerability to transform another life demised.
Life was formed to move-on and define inner peace as strength transmogrified.
This life is enshrined.
God speaks to me during the most precarious time.
The Almighty bellows via the mind.
He said let this life of mine shine because the wicked will be refined.
You are in my likeness my child.
Never doubt it.
A spouse that believed in God, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, was asked to put man
before He.
Loss his life via superficial beliefs is not anymore revivable through the powers of
ministry.
Exodus 20:3 roars – “You shall have no other gods before Me.”
He died for all the wrong reasons.
Ministry, as a form of faith, desires a tragedy that is not to be salvation.
May I pray!?!
Here I am Lord fulfilled by the knowledge of your way Jehovah.
Stand me as a pillar of strength and step me to the cause.
Because the Lord is my protectorate and my perspective of who I die for,
You are the only one with the Rite to call me into Heaven.
I have losses to address.
Grief and bereavement has not been acknowledged.
Therefore, I speak to you in the unknown because I believe in your Words.
I pray here in the privacy of my home.
May your will be done Lord God Jehovah!?!
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PENNED ON AUGUST 29, 2014!
I can't believe all the outrage for all the wrong reasons,
regarding this Trump wall to keep out of my country all immigrants.
This wall will not be erected to keep immigrants out of my country,
this wall will be built to prevent Americans from being able to leave.
Trump's wall is no different than that former wall in Berlin, Germany.
This wall will evolve a new people of a most unfortunate breed,
a walking contradiction, American refugees,
people once free who no longer have a country.
Once this wall get's built what will follow will be marshal law,
then all of us, most sadly our children will be truly screwed for sure.
I was barricaded by destruction and liberated by loss….
.....there you were…
One stare at you has broken through my wretchedness and distress,
one touch from you redirected my fierceness and turned off my loneliness.
I used to wake up in gloom and because of you I sleep in contentedness,
your fire killed all my fumes and I keep walking inside your completeness.
After all my dreaded seasons I buried my demons in your kindliness,
for all the wrong reasons I enjoyed my grievance within my consciousness.
My longing for your hunger resides in between your purity of liveliness,
I used to have an appetite with lies and fearing routines towards my childishness.
Now I am reborn because you crave my desire within your attentiveness,
I have sworn my fidelity turning my lonely sapphires into diamonds of tenderness.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 7, 2016
there is the running
but there's no hiding
the vultures have us
in their crosshairs
the lucky ones will get away
and crawl in empty nooks
under some random rocks
no pride just shame
their dignity belittled
till rendered null and void
sad little men stripped of their pride
self-respect lost in a ditch
somewhere along the way
hearts racing
for all the wrong reasons
in the rubble of mankind
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Planet Of The Apes
Planet of the apes is the now.
barbarianism bar keepers hollering last call slurs at
old and grey
homeless haired suicidal
bastards kicking
rubbage and greed at the ignorant University students sappy and sarcastic
as they all leave at the same time from the clutch of undescribable grip
choked on hells liquor,
crooked mind sets clash like titans tipsy looking for more.
The bus drivers of this town are the most primitive
living out the fullest extent to which mundane can be described,
stopping
and going
then stopping again
only to start again knowing
that another stop is soon.
Makes perfect sense why bus drivers are so pissed off sometimes.
Champion chimps win provincial championships in the game of a life time.
Tree top canapy race with diamond emerald steps and chestnut slick
flex tone wire for swinging daringly over the floor of the concrete jungle.
The young are fearless and the old fear everything,
middle aged monkeys pretend like they dont know whats going on.
Still a victory dawns, then sets
as we watch
the planet of the apes
fighting for all the wrong reasons
accomplishing so much
yet taking away an exponential amount from the soul
of the earth.
No more winning.
No more loosing.
Network of bannana eaters
slipping on their own peels
kind of silly.
Monkeys with brief cases and roller skates preparing your taxes
recording all your personal information
your I.D
Your address
your "size".
Get lost.
Let my body live its course,
not the course you have subjected it too.
Brown monkeys wearing black ties and black shined shoes
no more monkey see monkey do.
In the scheme of things I want to believe that everything is gonna be alright, nosferatu has his hand on the switch and he's about to turn out the lights. That evil grin, the stagnant sin of letting life pass you by because the fear of your future which is looking more bleak than bright
Where do you step off from here when the stones beneath your feet are falling further into the abyss and the monster churns the screams. Sucking you into its gullet, we are nutrients to the machine, metal spokes and sulfuric smoke constantly needing to feed
Hand in hand we take our stand like sloppy spaghetti strings, fighting for all the wrong reasons and needing a spotlight just to see
But the appendage we clasp is cold as ice when we melt into the fray, waiting for the only feeling you get from the burn of a razor blade
Ignorance is bliss and sealed with a kiss then silently tucked away, the fear we feel in darkness, unjustified I must say
What you can't see won't hurt you or is that what I want you to believe? Take a moment to make your decision, it's the only way out, you see?
I gave my all to thee
then fell to my knees
feeling robbed.
I was given Risperdal
that released me of rage
against my foolish ways
floating on cloud nine
that held my self-centered ways at bay.
I had to have thee
loving little old me
as if tulips held the power and smell of love.
I was not alone; and
clamored to your kindness
yes, the number of times you arrived
dressing me anew
driving me to banquets
my heart was in it for all the wrong reasons:
the loss of my eldest brother
the loss of my eldest sister
the shedding of addiction skin.
I gave my all to thee, and
I feared you left me dangling.
I threw lemon merengue pie in your face, and
learned a lot about love, and spiritual maturity.
It's true you drove from New York to big sky country
seeing for yourself I was fully wedded.
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Doing things for all the wrong reasons.
Praised for just doing good.
What about the hunger?
We can be better because we know we should.
It's been a mystery to me.
Why evil is overlooked.
You wouldn't give a rapist a chance.
You should probably read your own book.
I am the ultimate.
I am an omega.
I can do no wrong.
The fear I hold buys me another day.
I am the worshipped.
I bring the suffering.
I am never wrong.
I work in mysterious ways.
Cherish the gift I gave to you.
But never use it.
My punishment is severe.
The love I have for you.
Never question it.
I hold the key of fear.
I know it sounds maniacal and yes, abusive.
Perhaps jealous and quite intrusive.
Please trust me, I'm only showing you my love.
I'm not angry.
Even though I've killed a few.
So please thank the good lord above.
My regrets have given me nothing but grief and sorrow,
What I have achieved? is myself setting in a corner wondering,
About all the things that I could have done to change it,
Of all the things I said I wish I could have taken it back,
For all the times that I could have been there I wish I was,
I tried to give a hundred percent! maybe that wasn’t enough.
I believed in something that was never there from the beginning,
And I wondered in silence thinking to myself for all the wrong reasons,
I guess I was looking in the wrong places where I was not needed
I have been so selfish not knowing what a fool I am losing you.
If I could only make everything the way it used to be,
I would give up eternity waiting for you to come back into my life.
TERMINATION
I never imagined that I’d be back at school
Retired from work, yet I’m no longer a kid
But all modern media has caught me out
That flicking and tapping makes me pout
For all the wrong reasons I’m off the grid
Some youths think a dumb phone is cool
I signed up for an evening new media class
You’d think there would be many like me
But the tutor could still be in her late teens
Pupils all young, one old, no in-betweens
But at least this course is offered for free
Although my techie competence is a farce
It’s start of the term in early September
I’m sticking out here like a sore thumb
I guess for these kids it is extra curricular
I want to learn to send texts in particular
And all this tech makes me look so dumb
But hope some of this stuff I will remember
You see I come from an older generation
Binary code and the odd punched card
Giant mainframes and spinning tapes
Regular backups, so nothing escapes
But which way to swipe for me is hard
Until that bright day I’m on probation
They look for a little bit, and then they get tired of looking and they give up.
They go back to their parents’ houses, lamenting that there are no jobs.
No one wants to hire them. The parents take them in, pat their backs.
Make a million excuses like the hundreds of times they did when they were school-aged.
Keeping them home, to be their companions.
Keeping them home to babysit.
Pretending to home-school them, so they could help
sell vacuum cleaners door to door.
Making excuses, pretending they are okay with their forty-year-old children
Who cannot read or write or create a resume that will not go into a circular file.
Creating unhappy grown up children who are eager to spend the rest of their lives
With the parents who made it easy for them to
not get the schooling they needed
To succeed in any kind of world out of their parents’ fishbowl pond.
It is so sad to me, so terribly sad that some children
miss fifteen to thirty days of school in one semester.
By the time they return, they are so lost and demoralized,
the only haven they have
Is the parents who kept them from learning
what could have helped them become independent
and maybe proud.
So they sit in their parents’ basements,
playing video games, feeling apathetic, depressed, and lonely.
But what happens when their enabling parents are no longer alive?
Who will take care of them?
Do any of these enablers think about this as they cripple their children
And make excuses for them for all the wrong reasons?