Such happy tears rooted in nostalgia
locked in the past you can’t see the future;
Mistakingly think you drew your last straw,
such happy tears rooted in nostalgia;
There’s never an end to luck of the draw,
every sunrise a new pearl and oyster;
Such happy tears rooted in nostalgia.
locked in the past you can’t see the future.
Categories:
mistakingly, emotions, feelings, future, humanity,
Form: Triolet
I know how it feels to be outspokenoutspoken.
Life mistakingly remembered my confessions and changed old ways those
days these days judged every season's 4ways.
I know how it feels to be the only sometimes lonely I ask why people
say they know me
I know how it feels to hear promises swore she won't ever leave you
I know that feeling.
Patterns never change walked at the same place my everything went from
Laughs smiles now all I get is the same look upon her face weird how you can
Be lost all alone and someone is living breathing and sharing the same space
the world seems so empty today people was with me now against me today
wait! hold up what's the motive.
I know that feeling and I ain't feeling it today.
Categories:
mistakingly, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Am I...
Safe with you?
Not just physically
But, that's important too.
But, but, but,
What about when...
The ever-present "they"
Can't understand my appeal?
Or, when another set of "theys"
Can't deal with me being real?
Is it "safe" to believe
That it's okay to just be me,
Or did you mistakingly believe
That I'd be something other than
....just D.?
Am I....
Safe with you?
Will you protect my time?
Will you protect what makes D?
Even when the beat that I march to,
Doesn't match what comes from
Your drum?
Can I trust you to protect me
Against any and everyone?
With a magnifying glass in hand,
That's not what I see.
Am I... Safe with you?
Isn't something that
I should even have to ask....
But, here I am asking....
And, completely unmasking
A vulnerability, I suppose.
But, still I'll ask,
All the while broadcasting my woes.
Am I Safe With You?
Categories:
mistakingly, trust,
Form: Free verse
i start to hear
the nervous
tapping of
rain fingers
on the roof
above me
thinking
the world
must be
stressed
to cause
such a
thing but then
the ozone has
a hole in its
head and
not self
inflicted
no one believes
in climate change
and mistakingly
names it global
warmer so don't
bother or worry
but here it is
february and
instead of
soft whispers
of wind blown
snow the rapidity
of the rain's
fingers are
banging on
my roof's
typewriter
typing
a suicide
note
Categories:
mistakingly, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Morning found me on a river bank
basking in the warmth of the sun
I thought of myself as a turtle,
believing my shell was armor
shielding my heart from everyone
I started to doze in placid tranquility
The sun's sultry breath laving my skin
Then I heard a splash and fear set in
as you swam across the lake to me
Cowardly, I ran. Deeply hidden was I
or so I mistakingly thought
beneath barren branches, I quietly lie
amongst Autumn leaves on forest floor
trying to lull the cadence of my heart
You breached the surface
body glistening in sunlight's splendor
I moved farther into the forest
shivering, not from a chill, but fear
as your treading steps drew near
I closed my eyes but could not dismiss
thoughts surging through my mind
I had no control over any of those
Your hands lifted me from cowering pose
Your lips touched mine in prurient kiss
Not a word did either care to utter
but there was need of none
Mid morning found us basking in the sun
Your sultry breath laving my skin
My heart pulsing, aflutter
Categories:
mistakingly, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
you did not
Cupid shoot
an arrow and
as if planned
hit the bull's
eye of my
heart
you didn't use
curare or any
poisonous
frog's blood
to drug or
make me
fall
in love
but now
my heart
burns with
an ache that
no remedy can
take you away or
ease relief
of acid
not a
flash
back
but like
anti acid
in an opposite
world where
Antacid Man
is a super
hero that
can
do
everything
i wouldn't
do such as
moving and
removing
twisting
and
turning that
which wasn't
shot in his
heart but
his foot
instead
puncturing
him to
mistakingly
not punctuate
"What's this thing
called
love?"
but
"What's this
thing called love?"
never knowing
what i know
in my
opposite
universe
Categories:
mistakingly, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Hardly, a Human Being!
Get a hammer and garrote that
brainchild,
That demonic smartphone, I propose.
That mutant who seduces you,
With most amorous rings!
Put the sultry siren to rest,
Tune into the real world, as it's
simply the best!
Above all else do not invite family or
best friends over for dinner.
Place the sultry siren on it, next to your
sweaty palms on the table at dinner,
Then start taking calls, checking messages,
and avoiding human contact, you dolt!
If you are alone with this devious device,
have at it, play with it, stay up all night!
But never avoid human connection!
Thinking, mistakingly that the human
is less than that interruptive thing?
See...there you go!
Already?
Like Road Runner racing, entranced by
ear bling,
Lost to its call~ to her captivating
insidious ring!
Panagiota Romios
4/9/2019
Categories:
mistakingly, humorous, internet,
Form: Rhyme
The steel jacketed messenger of death!.
Hell:! Professionally proxied in a tube
A shell comfortably seated in a cube
Doors never shut yet you need to knock
...With a finger and not necessarily your fist before it let's go
The steel jacketed messenger of death.
Oh! What a messenger!
So humble and obidient.
Without a knock, it remains there
Never delivering the message to its master
But to the aim? "The speed of light couldn't be faster"
Still the trusted messenger to still a breath.
You let, it jets,
to the target it gets
and in its nest its sure to melt.
It never mistakingly slips while on the shelf
But even at sleep, its never mistakingly deaf
To instill bucketed fear in every gender on earth.
Its a toy to a kid, employed by the skilled,
straight to the hit yet indifferent o the killed.
With freight in its sound,
to hell it is bound
and the effect is now!
The steel jacketed messenger of death. Is .....A BULLET
Categories:
mistakingly, death,
Form: ABC
I bet you don't see the stars in his eyes
The galaxies that encompass his mind
The beauty of darkness
Held within a heart
That never knew how to love
I bet you can't comprehend his thoughts that embody black holes
Lost within the calamity of it all
But my heart always had his embraced within the grip of my palm
But it lead astray
The constellations didn't quite align correctly
The planets orbited incoherently
And that path
Mistakingly lead to you
So here I am
Lost within the concept of time and space
Who fell in love with a star
That was dead at first sight
Categories:
mistakingly, heart, hurt, i love
Form: Free verse