Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Nov 2019

Graff1980

It would be easy
to turn my pain
and loneliness
into the rage
of an ageless
beast,

to become faceless
in this useless
race to achieve
that which I
do not need.

It would be easy
to let go of
the search for peace
and become
part of the disease
that afflicts
all of these
silly sheep.

It wouldn’t
take much
to hit the clutch
release the brakes
and pass a hundred
miles plus
at the speed of
danger.

But all of that anger
just stirs up dust
and damages the stuff
I didn’t even really want.

So, I’ll let
the users
get used
and let the bruisers
get bruised.

Today is my recovery day
and it is a day well spent.

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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The soft white
swirling flesh,
made of light,
made to divest
the deep darkness
that pulses
beneath your chest.

The simple sparkle,
the slipping droplet
that falls off of this
darling flower
of free association.

The tender yearling
licking salt,
seeking some
simple sating
of its primal hunger.

The placid pool,
of poorly lit
sitting liquid,
until it is
pierced by
something
falling from
the night sky,
and its surface
succumbs
to the chaos of
constant ripples.

I dip my toe
in a spot
I do not know
searching for
some inspiration,

and this is all
that I get
in for looking
for it.

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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A loser’s lament
left in contempt
for all of the
wasted time I spent

lover’s issues,
cause I was misused
by the good girls
who dig bad dudes.

What a tragedy
to make a
jealous *** of me
as I weep grievously.

Then I bend
to anger’s end,
to rise and defend
with my tragic
ego’s armament.

But, I don’t
go on a
beer binge
that would make
Bacchus cringe.

Instead, I trend
towards
self-improvement,
take this pain and frustration
and use it
to make myself better.

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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I am a fully immersive
life size interactive
collections of facts
and flesh that
takes and gives back
what I receive
and who I long to be.

Expanding from myself
I am an amorphous blob of
compassion clothed in love,

a ray of light in many directions
speeding from the center
of my being for stranger’s inspection
as I generate radio waves
of repeated humanity,

faster than the speed of electricity
I electrify everyone before me
because despite my taste for solitude
I could never be boring.

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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I’d like to exchange
this deranged life
for a little change.

I need a break
from the mundane
repetitive existence
that I have crafted
for my own comfort.

The roads repeat
and what I see
is a sour echo
chasing me.

But now I know
to be free I need
to move out and on,
take my bags
like a traveling man
running while I can
cause this beautiful loser
is checking out.

There is always a little doubt
but I am figuring
the small stuff out,
I’m building a bridge
to a better me,
so, wait and see.

Ten years later,
sad to say
despite the burst
of brilliant word play
I am still stuck,
despite the bravado
and desire to get up and go
I am still here.

So, what do I know.

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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Till the end of infinity,
all things
above and below,
and the
cosmic calamities
like collapsing black holes
that swallow
everything
we have ever known.

Till super solar flares
incinerate
all of the life
down here
on our floating sphere,
which let’s be clear
is more oblong.

Till, the end of
space time
when all things
cease to exist
and there will be
no one left to miss
the poetry of this
pathetic fool.

Nov 2019

Jack Jenkins

Fearless, Weakness

I see my friends in new relationships, in bliss
I'm happy for them
I'm also a bit bitter if I'm being honest
And if I'm being honest I'm never really honest
It's a protection plan of mine like
the kind you get when you're at the checkout and the
cashier who's on her
second hour of overtime
says that for thirty extras dollars all your broken parts can be fixed
if you bring it back
There was an asterisk next to the plan
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
so when you bring it back with a shattered screen
they say they can't help you because you did it to yourself
And I've done this
thing
to myself
Over and over and over again
Waiting for the time it works
The right formula of time multiplied by distance divided by maturity
But the solution I come up with always equals zero no matter what numbers I move around it stays the same
I don't commit because I've committed too much before
I don't walk on those egg shells anymore
When I love there is an asterisk next to my heart
Terms and Conditions apply, please sign here
Don't get too close because you might see me without my mask
And unmasked me is brutal and burnt out
As frail as thin ice covering the pond of his regrets
I've grown old groaning on about these things
A cold king with a cold crown sitting on a cold throne
alone
And I don't want to be alone but I don't want to change
This is normal for me and it feels safe even if it is killing me slowly
Nobody has been through my shoes
You can sympathize but don't ever say you can empathize
You have not seen through my eyes or felt with my heart
There are parts of me I lost with every step forward I took in absolute fearlessness and faith and it crippled me
So don't act like I have those parts of me, still
There are things I just cannot do anymore
Like an amputee who can't feel his wife's hand in his anymore
Like a paraplegic who can't run a marathon anymore'
Like a young boy who spent his love in fullness and never got any back
Please, just accept that this is who I am and I can't change that
Because it's not in my nature anymore
It just can't happen

//On love//

#love #reflection #introspective #analysis #jack #jenkins #poem #poetry

Nov 2019

Graff1980

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Nostalgia,
the pain in my ***
blast from my past
that passes
painful
memory lapses
of gut reactions,

sorrowful reflections
of never was
lost connections
and decisions
that I long to
unmake.

Fantasies
take
me
back to those
distorted memories
as I recall
fogs of vagaries
and what if
possibilities
that were never
ever really real.

Nov 2019

Swasti Jain

To love is to not demand

What do i seek?
What more do I ask for?
What is it that's left?
To feel, to say, to listen and to bear.

To give is to take,
To trust is to wait,
To attach is to not depend
And to love is to not demand.
The only equations I understand.

But why is it
That I deviate
And I'm unable to take a stand?

But why is it
That my weakness
Makes you my need beforehand?

But why is it
That I want the mountains
And give in to the islands?

But why is it
That I always need time
And it slips away like sand?

But why is it
That I want to build a house
And still need my empty land?

But why is it
That I want to rewrite stories
And not give a second chance?

#priorities #love #independent #space #passion #time #trust #depend #demand #weakness

Nov 2019

Tanisha Jackland

Before Sunrise

I am like nobody

but you can't say

things like that

and come off humble

or modest as such

No I am not like you

before sunrise

i seek out mirrors

that burn with my reflection

I free my self every morn

before sunrise

deleting the gradients

between you and me

you see

I was born a super hero

from a land far far away

and I have not forgotten

I am a supreme badass