#baffled
messing with perfection,
you critique yourself,
why do it yet again,
a single choice, *******
yet every time them words,
penetrate, they instigate,
and you want to let~vent,
burst busting out in glory
bible student, we both. so
understand that titled reference
instantly, the secondary hid, secreted
a hurting with hallelujah familiarity
I weep. missing the singer,
his poetry delights, paralyzes with
a *********** indescribable, ecstaticly
indebted to him, his chosen words
he chose, I chose,
this decision to accept,
the need to expiate, explain, to better
understand our whys,
therby grasp our wherefores,
to give ourselves up entire,
thereby making, giving and even
t a k i n g,
the very chore so human to accept,
that surrendering,
f o r g i v i n g, one
accomplishes a chance to uncover the godliness within
that sparks
our frail humanity
to blossom to fruition, that our
fragility is the thinnest tissue of
diamond iron strength
encasing and encoding us unique
but yet united by
a single commonality,
that we are holy,
born to be
to be celebrated
and to share our voices
so differing
in an
unceasing
harmony
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC
What the eff is up with this site?
Why is it most people on the front page can't write?
Folks just babble on and on...
Or spit out a two line poem
Which is fine if it's a two punch knockout
Instead of sounding like a grammar school dropout
And why do certain things get so many views?
I can't seem to get more than two
Post crap if you want, if that's what people write
But they should give everybody a chance on this site
So I don't write about flowers or blather on about paint
So I don't pretend to be something I ain't
We should all have a voice here, The good and the bad
The silly, the happy, the lost and the sad
So come on hellopetry, give gutter poets a try
If you'd rise just a bit, we could meet eye to eye.
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
every poem is a test of character,
*holy/profane all the same,
algorithm entirely humanized-you,
the elected words cannot be voted out of office,
by a recall petition, regardless of
constant corrected incorrectness.
sorted by size,
nocturnal alliteration,
do they sound in the dark
like your bleeding or you’re breathing?
holy/profane all the same,
Gertrude truth is a truth is truths,
you think my name matters?
Artificial Idiocy. Everyone poem faceted,
a chip off the the naming blockchain idiot.
when I imagine-lie,
it is a truth in and of its own
holy/profane.
call me baffled.
that is a god enough
one word summary.
and so true.
baffling perplexing cryptic and opaque.
in all honesty.
if you’re reading this, you are
testing my character.
what have you found, or even, lost?*
in the midst of the characters is
character
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
I baffled as I stumble upon
the consequence of my actions.
I won’t dare to speak
for I may flare to shriek.
It could be more tragic
if my mind is further nostalgic.
All those decisions I make
have led into the oblivion forsake.
At the presence of anxiety
I try to find more clarity.
Where is this challenging life
and mourning view heading towards to?
I seek to find explanation
at the peak of this situation
What main can I gain
from all these pain in my brain?
I hope to get back
from the journey I lost track.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Shall I leave of shall I stay?
I'm baffled to see you in dismay
If I stay you'll only yearn for me to wake up
If I leave, the days of yearning will probably come to a stop.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Lurking memories,
Echo of silence resounds;
Grave stones seem baffled!
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
a girl walked up to me one day
well, a young woman really
she said that she had something to say
and what she cried was sorry
i was shocked, surprised
for what? i queried
i don't remember any past transgressions
so it didn't lessen
my bewilderment when she smiled
and said
for everything
a couple years later she walked up to me again
and said lets share secrets and be friends
and one after another the words just flew
tales of love and *** and horror too
she sat beside me
as i drank in her words and similes
a silent laugh kindled inside me
as adults we are still little kids
as i replied to her reckless bid of
let's share secrets and be friends
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC