He was misled. He was told the party would be at the park. They just told him that so he wouldn’t show up at the right place..because they never wanted him there to begin with. Knowing this hurt him but he wasn’t surprised. He just thought someone was actually being kind to him for once.
i believe thisis talking about what some might call an art form I call t sheer trickery. no matter if it was intentional or not, it has the power to hurt, embarrass, or God knows even worse….
I have been misled in my life. Misled to believe that I am stronger than I am. Misled to believe that I don’t deserve better. Not intentionally but through the actions or nonactions of other I believed those things.
I was once misled by a boy with intriguing eyes. His smile curled while his lips spoke lies. He took me to a new world filled with adventure stories and late n
“I believed you. I believed you and I believed you and I just kept believing you and I never for a second considered that I shouldn’t.” She wiped hot tears off her cheeks and kept going. “You lied. You misled me. I almost fell for it.”
A path in the wrong direction. Lead here by a friend, an enemy, my own mind. Hard to say, but here I am. Now I crawl back hoping to find the right way. If only someone would take my hand and show me.
He went into the conversation with a mission and a guiding principle: get the facts, take no shit. But the minutes slipped away, the discussion veered away in tangents and misleading pathways. Before long, the subject had become the puppetmaster.
A mirror of intention like how trust buds from faith – the lack of one assumes the presence other in an endless cycle of euphoria and and mania than can only come from the other side of the looking glass. So clever is the voice in my heart that it can masquerade as the booming voice in my head; my pathos steers my logos, and my ethos is stuck in the back seat siding with whoever can ride it home.
Who will the driver be today, I wonder? What might my ethos discover on the walk home, were it just abandoned somewhere to find its way back? Would it even bother?
To steer in uncertainty, or to follow the uncertain – certainly to be lost is better than both.
Ms. Led
Beguiling deceiver
Beckoning finger
Come hither
She’ll lead you astray
With bewitching looks
And sensual sway
Be wise young man
Far away from her stay
Beauty of the night
Revealed as monster in morning’s light
Looking back at the first relationship I ever prided myself on, I was completely misled into thinking that the man I entered into it with was someone better than he was. He lied, abused, mistreated, and hurt me. I think I’m taking on that role now. It’s incredibly misleading when you get notions in your head that you or your partner are better people than you are capable of. I can’t believe that it’s taken me this long in my life to finally get a clear picture of who I am and what I am capable of – but I’ve realized I only see it from such a negative light. I am capable to be such a great person, I will never be misled from that person I can be – the best of me.
in the dream i am walking through the field by our childhood
home where corn used to grow some summers
ago. wondering as i go, fingers just
grazing the uncultivated grass–if wildflowers
have found their way here, if the dirt knows it can make
something of the dead, if the dead know the field does not
know want even as it wants. in the dream
i walk upon myself, my strange eyes
that peek through the holes where seed would be sown
heavy with waiting, aware of the burden of desire.
in the dream i am walking through the field by our childhood
home where corn used to grow some summers
in the past. wondering as i go, fingers just
grazing the wild grass–if wildflowers
have found their way here, if the dirt knows it can make
something of the dead, if the dead know the field does not
know want even as it wants. in the dream
i walk upon myself, my strange eyes
that peek through the holes where seed would be sown
heavy with waiting, aware of the burden of desire.
I was lead to believe everything would be perfect. It would be that way forever. I would never again have to be abandoned, alone. I’ve never been taken down such a misleading path.
Calculated breath in- it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt.
I can make it not hurt.
How dare you, how dare you? How dare you hold something dark in the pit of your gut?
It doesn’t hurt. I was never fooled.
Yet I’m being lied to, somehow, somewhere else, and I’m buying it. Deseparately. Make it go away. No, it was never here. It doesn’t hurt, it never hurt, it was never here, you have no right, you have no rights why aren’t you smiling you should be smiling what twisted game are you playing you sick, deformed shape of a girl. Swallow it or dissapear.
Several roads ahead, and the one to take. It’s never been a choice, that isn’t blurred;
Only my drunkard stagger down it, looking for a branch, a railing, a hand to hold on to.
No choices, no rights. a passenger does not draw the map only reads it out loud.
Soon there will be gravel in my mouth, or dust from the kitchen floor. There it is, coming up fast to greet me.
It has no arms to spare, to hold me.
She walks. She doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just following her heart. No, no- she’s following him. The mysterious boy who showed up suddenly that morning.
She walks. They keep going, she doesn’t know where they’ve gone. She barely notices everything burning beneath her feet.
She walks. He disappears into the distance. He’s left her alone. She stops, standing amid a fire.
[ yeah yeah this has already been submitted- it’s the same person, I just forgot to log in before I submitted- sorry! ]
She walks. She doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just following her heart. No, no- she’s following him. The mysterious boy who showed up suddenly that morning.
She walks. They keep going, she doesn’t know where they’ve gone. She barely notices everything burning beneath her feet.
She walks. He disappears into the distance. He’s left her alone. She stops, standing amid a fire.
I opened up my world to you, but you simply misled me. I thought you wanted to be part of my story, but you already misread me. If you think this is going to work, you’re sadly mistaken. I have no time for another episode of frivolous heart breaking.
when someone tells you something but you take it the wrong way.
people who lie people make up things so belive them, trying to be somethingyou not
To cause (someone) to have a wrong idea or impression about someone or something.
cause (someone) to have a wrong idea or impression about someone or something.
bad worded
Miss understood or have no idea of.
to be misunderstood
tangled
launched
also to shoot a missile
when you lead someone or something into a direction that will get them in trouble or will affect them badly.
cause someone to have a wrong idea or impression about someone
misled is to have a wrong idea or a bad impression on somebody, it also can be somebody that is a bad influence.
When someone says something and you take it the wrong way.
The students misled the new student into the wrong bathroom.
misled is somewhat one way to say misunderstood or misjudged something or someone or to think something that’s not true or that you had mistaken
to give someone the wrong idea of something
cause (someone) to have a wrong idea or impression about someone or something:
He was misled. He was told the party would be at the park. They just told him that so he wouldn’t show up at the right place..because they never wanted him there to begin with. Knowing this hurt him but he wasn’t surprised. He just thought someone was actually being kind to him for once.
i believe thisis talking about what some might call an art form I call t sheer trickery. no matter if it was intentional or not, it has the power to hurt, embarrass, or God knows even worse….
It was my sled really, probably misconstrued to whom it belonged. Don’t know any Mi.
I have been misled in my life. Misled to believe that I am stronger than I am. Misled to believe that I don’t deserve better. Not intentionally but through the actions or nonactions of other I believed those things.
I was once misled by a boy with intriguing eyes. His smile curled while his lips spoke lies. He took me to a new world filled with adventure stories and late n
“I believed you. I believed you and I believed you and I just kept believing you and I never for a second considered that I shouldn’t.” She wiped hot tears off her cheeks and kept going. “You lied. You misled me. I almost fell for it.”
I hoped my instincts hadn’t misled me as I tiptoed through the dark corridor. He was here somewhere, I was sure of it.
A path in the wrong direction. Lead here by a friend, an enemy, my own mind. Hard to say, but here I am. Now I crawl back hoping to find the right way. If only someone would take my hand and show me.
He went into the conversation with a mission and a guiding principle: get the facts, take no shit. But the minutes slipped away, the discussion veered away in tangents and misleading pathways. Before long, the subject had become the puppetmaster.
He misled my heart,
Tore it apart.
Manipulation, his art.
I, his muse.
He had kind eyes and a bright smile. He looked like the kind of person who visited orphanages on the weekends.
Who knew he was capable of damage?
I wIll not be misled if I get the meaning ACCURATE IN ANY SITUATION OR TOWARD ANYTHING SOMEONE SAYS OR DOES.
SEVEN
A mirror of intention like how trust buds from faith – the lack of one assumes the presence other in an endless cycle of euphoria and and mania than can only come from the other side of the looking glass. So clever is the voice in my heart that it can masquerade as the booming voice in my head; my pathos steers my logos, and my ethos is stuck in the back seat siding with whoever can ride it home.
Who will the driver be today, I wonder? What might my ethos discover on the walk home, were it just abandoned somewhere to find its way back? Would it even bother?
To steer in uncertainty, or to follow the uncertain – certainly to be lost is better than both.
I think I’ll follow my ethos today.
Ms. Led
Beguiling deceiver
Beckoning finger
Come hither
She’ll lead you astray
With bewitching looks
And sensual sway
Be wise young man
Far away from her stay
Beauty of the night
Revealed as monster in morning’s light
Looking back at the first relationship I ever prided myself on, I was completely misled into thinking that the man I entered into it with was someone better than he was. He lied, abused, mistreated, and hurt me. I think I’m taking on that role now. It’s incredibly misleading when you get notions in your head that you or your partner are better people than you are capable of. I can’t believe that it’s taken me this long in my life to finally get a clear picture of who I am and what I am capable of – but I’ve realized I only see it from such a negative light. I am capable to be such a great person, I will never be misled from that person I can be – the best of me.
in the dream i am walking through the field by our childhood
home where corn used to grow some summers
ago. wondering as i go, fingers just
grazing the uncultivated grass–if wildflowers
have found their way here, if the dirt knows it can make
something of the dead, if the dead know the field does not
know want even as it wants. in the dream
i walk upon myself, my strange eyes
that peek through the holes where seed would be sown
heavy with waiting, aware of the burden of desire.
in the dream i am walking through the field by our childhood
home where corn used to grow some summers
in the past. wondering as i go, fingers just
grazing the wild grass–if wildflowers
have found their way here, if the dirt knows it can make
something of the dead, if the dead know the field does not
know want even as it wants. in the dream
i walk upon myself, my strange eyes
that peek through the holes where seed would be sown
heavy with waiting, aware of the burden of desire.
I was lead to believe everything would be perfect. It would be that way forever. I would never again have to be abandoned, alone. I’ve never been taken down such a misleading path.
Calculated breath in- it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt.
I can make it not hurt.
How dare you, how dare you? How dare you hold something dark in the pit of your gut?
It doesn’t hurt. I was never fooled.
Yet I’m being lied to, somehow, somewhere else, and I’m buying it. Deseparately. Make it go away. No, it was never here. It doesn’t hurt, it never hurt, it was never here, you have no right, you have no rights why aren’t you smiling you should be smiling what twisted game are you playing you sick, deformed shape of a girl. Swallow it or dissapear.
Several roads ahead, and the one to take. It’s never been a choice, that isn’t blurred;
Only my drunkard stagger down it, looking for a branch, a railing, a hand to hold on to.
No choices, no rights. a passenger does not draw the map only reads it out loud.
Soon there will be gravel in my mouth, or dust from the kitchen floor. There it is, coming up fast to greet me.
It has no arms to spare, to hold me.
I was misled to believe it will be easy. I am misled by my trust in humanity and Generosity.
Kate was very misled when she found her cat unconsious and thought she was dead.
She walks. She doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just following her heart. No, no- she’s following him. The mysterious boy who showed up suddenly that morning.
She walks. They keep going, she doesn’t know where they’ve gone. She barely notices everything burning beneath her feet.
She walks. He disappears into the distance. He’s left her alone. She stops, standing amid a fire.
[ yeah yeah this has already been submitted- it’s the same person, I just forgot to log in before I submitted- sorry! ]
She walks. She doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just following her heart. No, no- she’s following him. The mysterious boy who showed up suddenly that morning.
She walks. They keep going, she doesn’t know where they’ve gone. She barely notices everything burning beneath her feet.
She walks. He disappears into the distance. He’s left her alone. She stops, standing amid a fire.
I opened up my world to you, but you simply misled me. I thought you wanted to be part of my story, but you already misread me. If you think this is going to work, you’re sadly mistaken. I have no time for another episode of frivolous heart breaking.