Short Mistrusting Poems
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Waiting only forces the old wounds open -
suffer, silent, pray that the guards will falter,
standing vigilant at mistrusting doorways;
ego, their master.
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
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you only know the me i am
the one i am when i’m with you ~
the me that’s mistrusting
reserved and holding back
i hope one day you’ll get to know
the me with you i want to become ~
my mind at ease with trust in heart
freed from misgiving and suspicion
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It was good while it lasted
After the fire ultraviolet
It was good while it lasted
The grass Is Always Greener
Terrestrial arena
Boll of cotton
Hope miss- mistrusting
It was good while it lasted
Watermelon in the lily of the valley
Ever so sadly Melancholy Humanity
3/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Soon, you will be avoided,
If those things aren't provided;
A strong Union divided
And things cease to be guided...
You had kept back wanted files,
As The Mistrusting went miles
To have them placed on table;
Your matter flashed on cable:
"Max has something had to hide,
Us all taking for a ride!"
You'd be lucky if you won,
All of them sure you shall run.
Do you bore yourself?
Do you rent the space
You’re standing in
Owning nothing
But default?
Do you recycle words
Until their utterance fails
Mistrusting your ability
To judge what’s right?
Do you hedge your bets
Never going all in
For fear of losing the very thing
You haven’t got?
Do you count the days
As tedium destroys spontaneity
And all energy drains
From your lifeless form?
Do you bore yourself?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Do You Bore Yourself?
Do you rent the space
you’re standing in,
owning nothing in the end
but default?
Do you recycle words
until their utterance fails,
mistrusting your ability
to say what’s right?
Do you hedge your bets,
never going all in
for fear of losing the very thing
you haven’t got?
Do you count the days,
as tedium destroys spontaneity
and all energy drains
from your lifeless form?
Do You Bore Yourself?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)