you misunderstood my words
assumed the worst
where that anger came from
i’ll never know
you closed the door
without a glance
you walked away
and that was that
you weren’t the friend
i thought you were
but from my heart
i wish you well
the sting will hurt
but not forever,
may life be good to you ~
AP: 1st place 2025
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
Initially seems like the distance of tip of the needle ,
gradually drawing miles in the middle .
Leading to unnecessary battle ,
solving it can only settle .
The two become quiet ,
one the eyes clues there's a fight.
Breaking close relations ,
all over the nations .
~ Avantika
He is a crackshot I told his great-grandpa
Grandpa misheard; he thought I called him a crackpot
It took awhile for us to sort it out
In the meantime, grandpa was angry, showing a pout.
Not sure he ever fully understood
The beginning of dementia is never good.
A mantis so dapper and green,
Ordered takeout in gourmet scene.
He paid with a leaf,
Causing waiter great grief,
"Sir, we only take cash, you've been mean!"
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Dust laden window grilles,
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor.
Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief.
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.
Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!
A misunderstanding did my thinking seal-
I had no human fears
Vah seemed like a misunderstander
The touch and think of my
Past makes me anger-
Vah may be mercy or kind
Rolled the emotions in diurnal core
With like a needle it fierce me
Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry.............
I almost understand, but
but I do not comprehend
nor accept...
That your frozen blood,
fused in silent time,
with pupils painted
with ink of nonsense,
touched with the illusory dust
of an evident negativity,
can rave and enjoy
while watching the noiseless suicide
of my soul that survives
in the midst of a supernatural love
for your fabled figure...
Does nothing bring you
light memories lived,
atavistic happiness, dormant...!
Why do you need so much,
to bite my light that
shines night and day for you,
that bursts for your love,
since the beginning...!
24 June 2024 9:54 Am
What good is a written word if no one reads it?
What good is a spoken word if no one hears it?
What good is either if no one understands it?
How tight and dark the prison of confusion
Enlightenment rejected for lack of inclusion
Societal chaos a city of souls lost
Love abandoned sanity tost
My way my vision my wants, hearts incisions
Who cares who bleeds for my needs and decisions
Humanity my vanity self centeredness uncanny
When my heart is to busy to care for the many
My heart of stone disguised in flesh tone
Pretending to care pretending to atone
This is how I could be if this were the way that I see
But my Father replaced the faux for reality
So soft and fleshy this heart of mine
I lend it out time after time
It comes back battered and bruised
Torn and injured from being abused
But that is what it is for to be given not just stored
Given to those who need love most even if they smash it on the floor
argument over a ninth-grade child
never again did they speak
a misunderstanding
Are my motives questionable
Maybe even disagreeable
Knowing they will be unforgettable
Therefore, under the magnifying glass examine
A male hippopotamus lost so much weight
He felt he was the bull most likely
To stay out late
With flamboyant, embellished cows
He was no longer
A defender of his character
Living in abandon
His life needed to be abolished
His old life he needed to follow
Acknowledge his achievements
His electric reputation
Don't you think it's curious
His now disorganization
Competitive drive
Relocated
South
No talking at night,
No breakfast together,
No sparks in your eyes.
Busy most of the time,
out from this empty house.
No kisses in the morning,
nor late at night when you come back.
No flowers on Valentine's day,
no more boleros to dance.
My dear husband, I'm so sorry
to misunderstand the way you are.
Dear husband I made a mistake,
I drank the wrong cocktail on a depressing day,
thinking you were cheating me
in a Hotel with no name.
Meanwhile, I was drowning in
a glass of champagne,
dancing a new bolero with a stranger.
It was for you that I did it,
it was my bad interpretation,
my mistake no to ask.
Now, that is too late,
I understood that you didn't care
about those small things,
which really were important for me at that time,
when you were working for me to have the best,
while I was dancing a bolero with somedoy else.
Small misunderstanding rises - ill will arises in someone's eyes.
July 17/2023
the meaning gets lost in translation
somewhere between cold and distant
somewhere between not knowing and not caring
between the not wanting to reach out to ask
and the not wanting to reach in to give
lost somewhere between the island of you
and the island of me
somewhere on that empty barge adrift and alone
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
I am easy to misunderstand for I live life through emotion
I once was so misunderstood, seen was addiction where I felt devotion
Strange as though it may sound I love that person still
Though the words spoken cut deeper then, if they'd maimed or kill
Realizing that I received clarity from them above all
Knowing now she wanted out, never again will I beg or call
My wish for her true happiness still stands for you to see
For when she finally finds it....it's biggest fan will still be me!
My only hope is that she can clearly see, that through it all
She gave to me more than anyone, even though we stopped before the fall
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