Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jan 2021

Graff1980

As I say goodnight
to my former life,
let go of those
previous blinking lights
that once defined
my divine
yester self.

I fall asleep
and all that was me
is washed about,
swirled around,
reorganized,
and restored.

I awake refreshed,
form regenerated,
mind invigorated,
and ready for me,
the essence of my being
to be reintegrated.

Almost new,
similar to
but not exactly
the same,
as my previous
version.

Jan 2021

Mike Hauser

The Day After Christmas

With the day after Christmas
We return to the normality
Of me not looking at you
And you not talking to me

With hands deep in our pockets
Holding tight the spare change
Where we don't loose what little we've got
Or give too much away

Where all that is seen
Is the blind destiny
As I climb over you
On the rung of what's in it for me

With the day after Christmas
We're back to where we were
Not trying to be
Such good boys and girls

Where a grudge I unwrap
And think bad about you
Wait a minute that
Was the day before too

Where we take peace on Earth
And good will towards men
And pack it away
For another year

Where the Government
Sends us back to the war
With no earthly idea
Of what we're fighting for

Where we don't listen
To the cries of the children
As all of this happens
The day after Christmas

Jan 2021

Anne

Corpse

Getting out of bed today
was a labour of love

Didn’t even do it yet

#sad #poetry #emo #depression #mentalillness

Jan 2021

Graff1980

Untitled 639

I write under heaven’s fire,
a bright orange flaming fury
that sets the skies ablaze,
as the sun rays
makes clouds
look like they are
burning, burning,
moving, while slowly turning,
a righteous delight,
that I enjoy.

Until I feel
the day’s descent
and night’s lovely ascent to
a starry painting
we all can view.

Jan 2021

Graff1980

Untitled 638

There is a
hell of a distance,
between acceptance
and resistance
against the persistence
of subliminal criminal messages
with ill intent
to dominate
our unsecured
political establishment.

What a crushing chasm
between thinking
and demanding
results without
any reflection or doubt.

In a world with
**** near unlimited
access to
information we can view
and self-educate,
like most modern
auto didactics do,
expanding our minds
beyond the
romantic renaissance
masters of past times,
it is hard for me
to comprehend
intentional stupidity,
despite the fact
I can plainly see
idiots ruling over
my society.

#education

Jan 2021

Graff1980

Untitled 636

No grander
fool who
meanders
makes demands here.

Restless,
head to chest
to catch his breath
else meet his death,

the poet seeks
dreams to speak,
closes his eyes
and lets his mind
rise.

Until his art
is fully realized,
and the hunger
to create
is satisfied.

The muse
lays down
and falls asleep.
He puts down
his pen,
and lets her rest
without a peep.

Until, he needs
her life’s blood again.
She will awaken
but need sustenance,
and he will feed
everything
heard and seen
to his artist queen.

The phoenix
will rise to shatter
all the thoughts
and words that mattercont.
to create wonders once more.

Jan 2021

Graff1980

Untitled 634

I would like to believe
that every moment
that comes after
is an elevation.

That progress is not an ark
but a constant procession
to summits we never knew
existed,
pinnacles that allow us to view
all of reality anew,
to work out the science and review,
then renew
our dedication to
new discoveries
as we climb even higher,
than previous peaks.

That we constantly aspire
to fly and inspire
each incoming
generation to seek
a better understanding
of everything.

Jan 2021

Graff1980

Untitled 631

I am fractured,
a flower floating in
times that never end.

Orange clouds afire,
lit by disasters,
I am that burning
bratty *******.

Foaming wave,
fierce tidal force
forced to go with
the terrible flow
that beats the shore.

I am the shattered glass
lightbulb burnt out.
Thin shards flying away
from the electrical light
that I made.

I am the leaning lighthouse,
beacon in the storm,
the key to my own
clockwork brain,
just tic tocking away,
wasting time
every single day.

I am all the strange
mixed up metaphors,
as mad as a hatter
cause I make little sense,

and someday I will be
sadly,
past tense.

Dec 2020

Graff1980

Untitled

I never trust the pretty parts of life,
I only really believe in the dark side,
gritty brutal violence and pain,
so I am seldom let down.
That’s why kindness always makes me cry.

Dec 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 627

I cheated myself for so long,
built up a foundation that was
settled on looking strong
and being be better than
that bunch of get along men
who were working for a profit.

Such anger and pride,
but when I elevated my mind
I displaced that drive.
My ambition lost it’s bite,
because it was derived
from a powerful sense of self spite.
Evan though, I believed I was right,
I felt like I was not worthy.
Evan though, I was certain I was better,
I still felt like less than every other man.

Pushing and pulling metal plates,
and other forms of resistance
in varying weights,
shifting, and reworking
twisting, and jerking,
turning perspectives
over and inside out,
till I could figure new **** out
and garner the wisdom
of ancients at the same time.
Always striving to be
something better than the current
version of me.

What a sickness to let myself be defined
by that twisted dissonance in my own mind,
but the problem I find
is right now I am left
with almost no bitterness.
I have no desire to overcome
any of the crazy ****
that never really mattered one bit.

I am apathetic,
dangerously dulled by my indifference.

Dec 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 626

She promised revolutions
with the slow movement
of her dancing form;

Of new evolutionary
revelations,
that may be scary
testaments
to the new environment
we would exist in.

Artisan of living,
lips giving
sweet passion’s nectar,
she was a specter
of life and death’s
imaginary perfectness.

A thousand point of
poetic reactions to love,
more than enough
to dream eternity
written within
the cold skin
of infinity.

She promised me
a grand reality,
and I wept,
so ready to succumb.
Then she left
and I was struck numb
and dumb.

Now, I wonder
who taught her
how to lie so
beautifully?

Dec 2020

muteD

Tainted Dreams

do you believe in haunted dreams?
not nightmares
but haunted dreams..
because I do.
and that’s because you haunt mine.
every moment of them.

and you haunt my reality.
every waking second is filled with the need to reminisce.
even when I run your scent just seems to follow.
to escape into any type of solitude would grant my unspoken wish.

so I sleep.

but even then my dreams are tinted with
the feeling of nostalgia.
yet it is not from anything I can recall..
to be missing something I never had at all
is a special kind of hell.
you’ve tainted my dreams
as though you’ve put me under a spell.
and it’s weakened me.
leaving me
screaming upon deaf ears
I wonder if my voice will make it out of this fog
you’ve brought.

everything is clouded with
the abyss of you.

you’ve tinted my dreams
in the color
of you.
drugged me and got me hooked.
now if my dreams aren’t tinted with you,
they’re nothing
but bare black walls.

“ That was insane how you ended it 🤯 from start to finish I was intrigued and steady wanting to read more, although the person was expressing themselves, the vivid imagery you presented through your careful choice and placement of words painted a clear motion picture I could truly get lost in, hella deep and very impressive no bap, you snapped...”
- a response to my poem..

#tainted #dreams #tainteddreams #muted #md #drugged #love #tinteddreams #tinted #nostalgia

Dec 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 625

I do not know why
I want to sleep
all the time.

Life is fine
as much as it can be
with a virus
limiting our society’s
ability to interact.

I am not depressed.
I am just meh.

So, I go to work,
get drowsy,
come home
and go to sleep
and hit repeat
all week.

Then when
it’s the weekend
and I get just
a little tired again
I instantly hop in
to my bed
and pass out
instead of
trying to stay awake.

I barely remember
any dreams,
there is nothing notable
to make me
want to stay sleeping.

Maybe it’s just that
there is nothing worth
staying awake for.