Misunderstood24

Albany, United States

Stephen Furlong Original. This is my work, my dedication, my life. Thank you for taking the time to look at it.

Portfolio

To Patrick

Twelve steps down, / an Everlast punching bag / draped from the ceiling / awakens ancient feeling—- / Hands bigger than mine, / and s…

Naked Prayer

Trembling hands touch / the sacred ground / you walked / the chasm, / the cavity of / my heart. / Love is a knife that / belongs to those c…

Defining Innocence

The hall was dim and the sun acting as a pervasive flash of light inside the school. The clock did what it always did; it moved time along,…

another poem about forgiveness

water, / forgiveness, / runs through my hand / able to clasp— / unable to hold / people watch and / people laugh and / people cry, /…

the sun is a star—-

the sun is a star / that burns for the purpose of providing / for man, nature and everything in between. / therefore, by default, when we…

And it’s not for show…

Every now and then / I act and do / these actions that would / remind some people of / what it’s like / to be broken / And shattered. / I w…

Vow

I promise to use our heart beats / as the music to dance. / I promise that I will do the best I can. / I promise to listen to your worrie…

The Perception of Normalcy

If you judge a man by his successes, you’ll be disappointed. Instead, place a man in adversity, watch his eyes and watch his hips. If…

Eulogy

people die / of / terminal uniqueness, / heartbreak, / or poison. / life and death are lovers / she said / with a crooked smile.

I am a child

I am a child. / I come from difference. Subtraction. Perhaps better stated as long division. Either way, I’m not really sure where I came f…

memoir

from the windowsill / the lights / fleeting / like footsteps / the moon watches / wishing well / to those souls that sleep / the sun watche…

Or Something—-

It’s one of those days / where every word / rhymes with “Good bye.” / And, all you wanted, / was for someone / to say “Hello.” / A smile on…

I Remember All the Ways I Wanted to Forget You.

Clouds move like shrapnel / sporatic and violent, / opening up, / the rains came down / to drown. / I dreamt of your face / accidently / l…

Destines of Nostalgia and Desolation

The lights paved the / split between roads; / Redemption— / —damnation, / Separate entities bound by choice.

love note from a madhouse

she was someone / straight out / of a Bukowski story; / flamboyant, raw and beautiful. / and straight out of the hospital—- / bound /…

And now I know that it is okay to love—-

“Sometimes I close my eyes till I am / on a sea of falling dogwood blossoms…” / My heart / a gun; / smoke, warm, loaded. …

And at that time, I knew that love does existR…

“Who would have said that the earth / with its ancient skin would change so much?” / -Neruda / You came into my life / like a knife / slice…

To Be A Survivor

“to be a master of letting go” / -Lasch, Christopher / I am standing up / and watching the birds pass in the valley, / each flo…

Youth Reacts to Discouraging Words

concerned by the words said aloud / tears are no longer allowed / wrists, “pane-less” windows, / exposed / flow like rivers / …

Advice for a Friend

The hands of time / are minute / in comparison / to the lives we will touch. / An open heart / exposed / beats quickly. / An open mind / ex…

The Day I Fell Out of Love with You and Fell in L…

There was darkness in your heart. There was darkness in my heart. To me, that is a heart attack. I mean, think of the phrase ‘heart attack.…

On The Value of the Heart

My heart, / a cave / a wet, glistening / rock—jagged, eroded, solid. / It can be entered alone / though if you are close enough / my…

Walking With Broken Glass

Walking with broken glass / is like holding onto your past, / it has the power to reflect light / or break the skin. / It is your choice, /…

For Advocacy

Small “acts” / takes down / the tree of / growth. / The forest slowly dies.

To the Man I Saw Walking Down the Street

We used to be friends. / You and I. / I remember you, / quite well in fact. / You were born in December / and you hated Winter / because …

Tradition

“the burden of the past” / —-W. Jackson Bate on tradition. / my words stretch truths / and flow through hallow trees̵…

The Truth about the Wind

A boat sits / on the Hudson / teething the water / that’s as soft / as a baby’s cheek, / clinging to / and longing for……

On Thinking at Night

A storm entered his placid mind, / Raining thoughts, / Thunder beat through his body as the pulse of his heart, / Lightning paved light, ev…

Flowers

i pluck flowers / as careful as / i watch the news / with dad / they dont belong / to us, i dont / deserve this. / i attempt amends / by of…

Fire and Water

Clouds circle over my head / Counting days by feet touching after bed / Surely there’s something more / than fences and a closed door. / Bo…

Untitled Poem

If one day, / you should see me in the clouds / know this: / I loved you.

“Love is…” R.T.

Love is the greatest risk anyone can take. / It’s taking your heart, your beating heart, and putting it on a table / And you are trusting t…

What You’ll Find

Crumbled up lyrics to Once by Pearl Jam / and broken pencils reflect / a fractured mind. / Staples, permanent markers and duct tape / put b…

First Lines (For R.S.)

A father’s pride I used to know / “And when I come to die,” he said / “Can you recall, dear comrade, when we / tra…

Secrets

I’ve opened myself / dust—-secrets / seep through the air / casting footnotes; / shadows of man. / revealing more / or less / o…

“The ocean runs through me—-”

“How can a man’s life keep its course / if he will not let it flow?” / -Lao-Tzu / The ocean runs through me / crashing i…

Love (M.L.W)

She had tattooed “love” / on her wrist, to cover / the scars she’s not proud of. / Her face is the moon / and once a mon…

Trash Night

mis—- / takes out the garbage / consisting of / broken seeds / that still make / whole flowers.

A Memory

She possesses / tu- / lips / to solidify her presence. / I never liked the flowers, / but that’s not the point. / Gracefully, she of…

“I sit on a park bench”

I sit on a park bench / with open eyes / and an open mind. / A gentleman walks by / with his son / and teaches him / not to speak to stra…

To Those Men Who Came to His Funeral

An different take in the mold of William Matthews’ “Men At My Father’s Funeral”

For You

I wait in the dark of the hallway / and sip on my coffee , wondering if you’re thinking of me / like I am thinking of you at this mo…

Footsteps

somber, blurred / faces / walkinahurriedstep / looking down / or behind. / a pack of newports / exposed; in the chest, / a heart faintly b…

Neruda

“the strongest men are the most alone,” / my heart beats as I look at my reflection, / I could use a poor cliché and say it was…

Before it gets better—-

the lights will burn out / and the nights will never end / and everyone will want to be your friend / and it’s too much / the rush, / the t…

Trying To Explain…

How love works. / A heart beats. / A soul admires. / A life changes. / Love is not taking / your clothes off / for a half an hour / or les…

Emotional (K.M.)

’There’s beauty in the breakdown’ / as my eyes water / I—-as a man—- / have been taught to be careful / with…

I Am A Survivor

Stand up and tell us / your name, / age, / and why you are here. / My name is Stephen. / I am 19. / I am a survivor. / I think about this …

On A Walk Through the Woods of my Heart

the sun / wrapped itself on the trees / clinging for someone to love. / the tree / felt the wind go through it / wondering what it was to l…

Dad

A fictional depiction.

The Jar of Dreams

On your hutch, / slightly out of reach / you place a jar. / The jar is empty to “normal” people. / It is labeled “Stephe…

“Empty trees stand silent…”

Empty trees / stand silent like skeletons, / bare and delicate. / Easily shaken / as the wind / cuts through / like a dancer / closing in…

My Sun (C.R)

I look up / at the sky / and want to touch the sun. / I look at / you and you / are my own personal sun. / You shine. / You guide. / You gi…

October Mist

the truth about the october mist / reminds me of our first kiss. / subtle, cold and / makes my knees tremble. / i face you / two octobers l…

Fear

the things we fear the most have already happened to us. / they control us. / chain us. / break us. / we think they / make us.

“Our greatest fear…”

Our greatest fear is being forgotten. / Being left to wither to sand and dust alone. / To not feel love. / Or, perhaps more importantly,…

The Air I Breathe

Birds chirp. / Sirens wail. / Crawling in and out, / like the wind through the faceless alleyway. / The air I breathe / is what you need / …

The Ripple Effect

Take a pebble. / You are the pebble. / Jump in the water. / You have jumped in the water. / Does the water shift? / The water shifted. / Ar…

Probably, Definitely

There’s a scar on my wrist / but / here’s the twist, / it’s self-inflicted. / It will probably / definitely / be with m…
Robert Frost by Misunderstood24

I Had An Etch A Sketch—-

When I was young, / Mother read books to me / about ‘wild things’ / and a boy named Alexander / and his day. / (Which was / al…

Last Dance

Dancing as / hard as the / liquor on your / breath. / Taking me / to the edge / of my own / safety. / Mother watches / as intently as / a h…

Early Autumn in the Northeast

Streetlights and stars / guide me home, / past the falling leaves / and the wind that breathes down your neck / like someone who you want…

Life Goals

When I was younger, / I wanted to be understood. / Now that I am older, / I want to be happy.

(Re)Born

An empty page / in my notebook / gasps. / It deserves air / and air to blank pages / is words. / I offer it a sentence / and it becomes its…

Nothing

I remember the day you left / us. / It was the first week of September / on a day marred by rain and good-bye letters. / “I am not su…

Thank You. (For R.H.)

I used to sit in your classroom, / the first seat in the second row. / Next to the open door, / I’d dream of seeing a Raven / or a Ni…

“Memories fall like September leaves……

A morning fog eases over the river, / pouncing on the scene like a cat / with its claws out—-dangerous only / if you fail to see it. …

The Bear

I walk softly in the forest / trying not to make a sound, / the bear is watching me / and I am watching back. / I stand in between two pin…
Just Me, again by Misunderstood24

Together

Your past does not define you. / You are not alone in this. / Take my hand, please / I beg of you. / We will grow stronger together. / You …
The Sunset Lake by Misunderstood24

Free

The snow fell gently / as a feather / from the falcon / as it escapes / the facloner. / Freely, softly, sincerely / as it falls, it nearly…

Some Live, Some Die

Some live just to die / Some die just to live / Some live to wonder why / Some die just to forgive

“I extend my heart like…”

I extend my heart like / a rubber band, elastic / and used for holding things / like families together. / Okay, maybe not / families, but f…

Dancing in the Rain

Mud-laced boots / and a yellow raincoat / remind me of dancing / in the rain—- / just because I can.

July 23rd, 2009

Two years ago, / I let it out. / Caged rage / and scribbled page / about being “Fine Again.” / I took a shower—- / a las…

Family

Nobody has a perfect family. / My Father is / ceaselessly sarcastic / about / the Future. / My Mother is / ceaselessly piecing / this deli…

The Break

I was a child—- / barely even grown / when I saw the break. / Childhood heroes of / steel / shattered / in one night / as if they wer…

The Deterioration of Style

it was cool to have shoes that lit up / and having velcro just wasn’t enough / you had to have style to make it work. / i used to wea…
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