Confessional Poetry - Hello Poetry

Nov 2019

Graff1980

Never was
this broken
curtain
a calamity
to all of us.

Raggedy
and full
of dust
it still
shaded us,

and once
in a while
it would
make me smile
as I watched
the weird light
run right through
the holes
and shine on
little specks
of floating particles
that dance
in the dry air.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 331

I was a fool
before I met you.
I’ll be a fool
until I die.
But all the moves
I made to get to you
are the dances
that kept me alive.

It don’t matter
how we got here.
It don’t matter
where we’re going.
It only matters
what we do now
while we are growing.

The summer showers
are so cleansing,
waves of rain
keep me moving,
shift the sands
and earth beneath me,
and their rhythm
keeps me grooving.

It don’t matter
how we got here.
It don’t matter
where we’re going.
It only matters
what we do now
while we are growing.

I don’t claim
to be an angel,
and I’m too lazy
to be a saint,
but the shame
they tried to
paint me with
didn’t fit
this portrait.

It don’t matter
how we got here.
It don’t matter
where we’re going.
It only matters
what we do now
while we are growing.

I was born
a broken bloom
rising with
the crescent moon,
and I hope I
was a boon
blessed gift
shared with
all of you.

It don’t matter
how we got here.
It don’t matter
where we’re going.
It only matters
what we do now
while we are growing.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 329

Life is a dance
of many
interconnected
beings,
things
that move and swing
in and out
of being,

and in-between
this cosmic scene
we have been
always moving.

Every movement
an expression
of our true intent.
Even when
we intend
to deceive
we are already
affected by
the webs
we
and other beings
have been weaving.

The lines
we have been
perceiving
are patterns
we have been
creating and following,
flowing
without knowing,
we are going,
but still growing
some glowing
personal meaning.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 328

It is a breath,
the cold grip
close to it
calling forth
those deathly lips,

stringent
reactions
out of the
desperate actions
made to escape
what waits
for my weary
body.

It is another
inhalation,
the light
high
fractional
exhilaration
of succeeding
in taking
the air
that I am needing
and feeding
my body,

while death
lurks
ever
omnipresent.

Trying something new,
I release
the tense beast
of burden
I was holding onto
as I exhale
and forgive myself.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 327

For a long time,
my mind
lived in
a very thin
black cloud
that kept
pursuing me
and seldom allowed
any rest or peace,

and I believed
that I deserved
this dark disease
of shady self-hurt.

For a long time,
I believed
that doubting me
was the surest form
of safe sanity,
that confidence
and vanity
would damage me
to grand degrees,
making me
dangerous,
and a detriment
to what others need.

For the longest time,
I thought to be good
I would have to
sacrifice my safety
and sanity.
That maintaining
my financial security
and avoiding poverty
made me
a selfish *****.

For a long time,
I have been
the smartest
dumb ****
I have ever met,
but I am working on
getting over that.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 326

The nightmare,
the place where
she kept me
in deep despair,

I do not go there
anymore.

The sharp shark shadows
that used to follow,
the cold hollow
shallow hallways
where I felt no hope,

do not remain.

I still feel
a tinge
of past pains,

but I do not
have to live
in that same space.

I know where
I come from,
the storm of
a raging mom
who is not capable
of growing,

so I am moving on.

There will be
no healthy
reconciliation,
no fantasy
family
reunion
and forgiving,
no grand
finale
happy ending.

There will
only be me
living.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 325

I play this weird word tournament
with the last scrabble vestments
of my weak will and testaments
wondering if the waterfall
will let me get soaking wet,
cooling this confused form that has been
constantly suffering from a state of
severely deep dehydration,
whilst waiting for some fall confession
to ease the coughing wheezing
springtime cornfield sneezing
antihistamine needing
allergy affliction.

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 324

My life is lived in small syllable increments.
little lovely vowels, daring darling delinquents,
that I play each day in this weird word game.

I sit still to feel the thin threads
that I borrowed for the finer verb vestments
that I might wear and share out there
on some sad shady morrow.

But for now, I bow under the wonder of the waterfall
letting the water rid me of the nasty sweat,
and sooth my harsh summer regret
of having achieved nothing notable at all.

#language #writing #life

Oct 2019

Graff1980

Untitled 323

Sometimes,
we pick the scabs
of old scars,
pushdown
on the brown
and bluish bruise
that brands us
just to get in touch
with what
made us
who we are.

Sometimes,
we go too far
or stop just short of
where we were sort of
supposed to go
to show those who know
similar scars.

Sometimes,
we break ourselves,
crack our backs
on a torture rack
that we brought back
from the dirt an ash
of burnt out sorrows.

Why,
behave that way,
shaving days of pain
away
just to bring them
back in again?

I cannot say for certain.
I am only working
with what I got,
cutting the edges
taking bets on
what I lost
in exchange for
the chance to be
a boon to humanity,
king soother
with a little blasphemy,
witty repeater
of past artistry
as I string together
the broken chords
that still tether
struggling hearts
to the similar parts
of each other.

Oct 2019

Jasmine dryer

Move forward

I missed your voice
I wanted to say, I'm sorry
for everything
but its to late
you forgot our song
you've moved on
what did I except
you wobble on your stilts
wonder how that feels
but the question is
you learned to stop
so why can I not?