Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jun 2020

Graff1980

She doesn’t know that I am obsessed.
Feeling desire’s fury, I am possessed,
with the sudden need that is freed
and makes me want to believe
there is somewhere we could be
together.

That the hours spent being observant
on the internet and in person,
has turned me into a pervert,
but I wouldn’t do anything to hurt
her pride or dignity.
In reality, I probably
won’t even bother bothering
this muscle queen that I have seen.

Wearing well developed shoulders,
She is pretty and pretty **** nice,
but I am one of those polite guys
that girls don’t bother to look at.

So, later on when she leaves,
I will hold open
the door at the gym
watching her float away
like a sweet breeze.
I will be quite pleased
if she even gifts me
a slight grin of gratitude
for my gentlemanly
behavior.

Jun 2020

Victoria Jennings

Young love

That feeling when you miss them
And their absence feels like your soul being ripped right out of your chest

That feeling when they look at you, just look

It's that feeling when they say they love you

And they say they always will
And you let yourself believe that

It's when you're so deluded
That you believe so fully
That this was your first and last love

In time
You see young love for what it is

A once in a lifetime experience
It cannot be repeated

You cannot love that fiercely ever again
But that also means you can never break that hard either.

Everything about love is bittersweet
But young love?
That's like biting in dark chocolate
When you were expecting milk.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 513

I got a lifetime of reaching,
sticking my neck out
and pleading
for you to stop the bleeding,
or help me let the flow go
all out.

I may have my doubts,
but rage is a certainty,
and I can certainly see
how you love your stupidity.

Equations written,
but instead of wisdom
you take the chalkboards
and fill them
with the scribbles of children,
as you become smitten
with committing
to business guy’s
greed and lies.

I tried to give you what you needed,
but you got bad boy lust dust
just spilling out,
with a hand full of farts
that you tell me
aren’t smelly.

This is a chilling bout,
and I am on my last round,
as this fast fat clown drowns
all the sheep in their sleep.

My *** has long since boiled over.
All the huff, fluff, and puff I got
has stopped,
and I am just this close to not
caring for
the clueless collective anymore.

Jun 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 512

Everyone’s getting sick,
out work without a check,
and their healthcare is ****,

cause insurance is something
that they can’t even get.

They say keep your distance,
but we were distant long before
we turned a pandemic into a war.

Strangers rush the stores,
trying to buy more
then they need,
but that’s from fear
not from greed.

So, people stay away,
and I don’t see
the children going out to play,

last month everything was okay,
but less than three weeks ago
our whole world up and changed.

May 2020

SøułSurvivør

The Rain Is So Dark

THE RAIN IS SO DARK

The time of dad's passing
I've been restrained
All the day long
I've looked at the rain.

There isn't a smouldering
Hint of a spark
I can't see for nothin'
The rain is so dark.

The stormclouds are following
One on another
They tred on the heels
They're so close together.

The date of a death
Is when pain was born
There seem to be many
One endless storm.

The first major hurricane
2020 has seen
Was the health & work crisis
Of COVID-19

Then the stress on good friendships
Because of the news
People fussing & fighting
For differing views.

THEN Minneapolis
Had a white killer cop
And others stood by
As a black man's heart stopped!

Now, these are DEATHS!
We HAVE to RECEIVE!
Deaths of our innocence
We no longer believe
In man's basic goodness
No way it's retrieved
We must accept now
And we have to GRIEVE.

My father survived WWII
Lived 93 years in this mortal stew.
But now he's left... years ago? TWO.

When I was a child
Oh, SO long ago
I used to LOVE thunderstorms...

... what did I know?

R.I.P. Clinton Eugene Jarvis

Cathy Jarvis
(C) 5/30/2020

May 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 510

She has been such a generous familiar,
having given much to many.

Has been entering and leaving
ever since it all began,
ever present
before we called it
summer,
spring, fall,
or winter.

The face of many forms
wearing that of mother,
brother, father, friends
or past lover
who will not
come again.

She has been gentle
with a serene beauty,
and brutally
violent,
with such depravity,
and callous cruelty.

She has been
in memories
and anxious fantasies
of things that
may never be.

I hope that
perhaps she
will take me
while I am sleeping.

May 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 509

Forgive me
for my level of
gross insensitivity.

Please pardon
my passing stares,
forgo those old
fierce glares.

I did not mean to
act up and offend you.
Its just that
I like to look at
beautiful things.

I know you think
I am some sort of creep,
but I observe many
lovely things
from flowing waters
foaming up
as they chase the sands,
pulling beach back in
this gorgeous ocean,

or the feline creature
who gracefully moves
at her own leisure,
with her slick black fur streaks
as she sneaks and seeks
something squirmy to eat,
such a predatory work of art,

or the pink flower unfolded,
long before her blooms
are consumed
by time’s terrible decay.

Please allow me this
as a lonely artist,
I am merely appreciating
the art that is
your loveliness.

May 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 508

We will return our grief
give back nutrients
to the trees
and their leaves.

We will settle down
on soft brown ground,
a bed like mound
to rest at ease.

This will be our peace.

May 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 507

I loved my unfettered solitude.

Until, time took my disposition
and made it the human mission
to remain secluded from everyone.

I loved moving into people’s view
like little leaky drips,
just giving them sugary drops
so that when it stops
I leave them wanting more.

But that was before
closing the door
was a mandate,
and my natural state
became something I hate
cause it causes tear stains
of familiar pains
that I thought
had longs since got lost
in a past I forgot.

May 2020

Graff1980

Untitled 502

At times
I have made light
of their crimes,

turned grievous wounds
into weak bee stings
so you could see these things
in softer shades than me.

I have turned night into day
and watched those I love
dance and play
embraced by beautiful rays
while I stay awake
in the darker hours.

I have used poetry and levity
to elevate strangers above me
despite our shared suffering.

I have scoffed at my pain,
lay bleeding to death
while I stifled tears and dressed
pin ****** and paper cuts.

I have felt your sorrow,
and put your comfort
above my well-being,
but now I am seeing
that it might not have been
the right thing to do,

because you
have gotten far too fat and lazy
laying in the excrement
of your own ignorance.

Though, I have doubted much,
I do not doubt this,
and I am tired of trying to educate
those who no longer wish
or have never even desired
to be better than
the racist redneck men
who inspired them
to give in to fear and hate.