"confidants" poems
we would be more than friends...
more than confidants.
More than late night texts,
over hesitated fingers,
and true feelings unsent.
In another lifetime...
we would have fallen
down the rabbit's hole
into a blissful place
where no one else could follow.
I wouldn't have chosen him,
and you wouldn't have chosen her,
instead we would have found one another,
and spent our days amongst the clouds.
In another lifetime...
I would love you not from afar
but up close
intimately
completely.
In this lifetime we are no more than
stars crossed...
opportunities missed and
loves lost, amongst the chaos of life.
In another lifetime
In another space,
some other place...
we
would
find
each other.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
If I ever see you again
I'll spat insults and hope they
Spray on your aviators
like the bugs that squashed against
my windshield the last time
I drove away from you
If fate destroys me
and I am in the same pub one night
as your wormy self
I'll tell you how you're the most
arrogant, vapid, shallow, womanizing,
******* male mascot
I've ever had the disgust to know
I'll slap you hard across the face
Oh and not like Scarlett O'Hara,
you demon darling
No crushing kiss will follow
and I'll mean vengence
vile will seep through my mouth
instead of the sweet saliva
I let you taste
long ago
If I ever hear your voice
or see your mocking manequin
among my tele again
With disgraceful force
I will lift that 50 lb set
and propel that ******* screen
across the state
The way your black static apology
shattered the brightness
that used to reside
within
me
If I hear of you
one more dispicable time
I'll grow bombs maticulously
within my empty core
and time them so perfectly
that all of your dysfunctional doormat
confidants
will explode the second they come near me
and their manipulative cells
will burst
and be burried among the soil
of ***** words
you whispered in my ears
**** if I ever see you again
I'll shatter every martini glass around me
and down a fifth of fireball
and breath venomous fire
and burn you, you beastly boy
And I'll pretend beauty amongst you
and walk away, a tall glass of water
That could diffuse
that angry licking fire
that is swallowing you up
When I see you again
I won't acknowledge your existence
and I'll be dressed to the nines
and I won't do a ******* thing about it
Because you aren't worth a sentence within this stanza
But I know I am.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
People will disappoint you
Find your hero within
Confidants are few
Worshiping athletes is through
Trash jerseys in the bin
People will disappoint you
Hero worship is taboo
Celebrities and spin
Confidants are few
Others will lead you askew
Fidelity is thin
People will disappoint you
Parents can lose luster too
Once hero, now has been
Confidants are few
Bid pseudo heroes a dew
Your hero dawns your skin
People will disappoint you
Confidants are few
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
they shout.
A collection of my closest friends
and confidants
implore, plead & demand
my index finger move
only inches to squeeze
the trigger of the pistol.
Pull the trigger!
My arms are quivering--
the chain smoking hasn't helped
steady the nerves.
I'm having trouble looking
at my victim.
Pull the trigger!
He's my best friend
but also destroyed whatever life I had
as he continues spiraling out of control.
I can't focus at work,
I'm afraid to go back to my own apartment--
letting him crash for a while was a bad idea.
My nerves are shot,
I'm emotionally drained...
I'd do anything to make it stop.
Pull the trigger!
They keep shouting in unison--
all people I trust implicitly.
They've never steered me wrong before,
they sympathize,
can't stand to see him erode away
what's left of my life.
Pull the trigger!
They're right.
There's nothing I can do--
what choice is left?
My head vibrates
from their chanting
my eyes are watering a little--
thought I'd be sobbing.
A deep exhale...
quickly raising the gun
to his head--
Pull the trigger!
He's sobbing,
whimpering like a wounded *****
When he looks at me,
I can tell he understands
and sympathizes with me.
I whisper,
"If you don't
get the help you need--
I'm going to do what they want."
After I holster the gun
to stunned silence,
I walk away...
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:41 AM UTC
For the first time
In several months
I have felt an emotion
That isn't resent
For another human being.
I am thinking of one of
My truest friends.
One of my main confidants
In all of life's turmoils.
And this emotion is sad.
I am sad because she truly
Believes that her path is set,
That this is the only way.
She is self loathing and she is sad.
She is brave above all else
But she is also a coward.
I wish more then anything
For her safety
In these approaching times.
They will not be easy
For anyone.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I'm wondering if the surface of our passions
is all that we've been scratchin.
We take small bites like rations
and always do it the same old fashion.
But the passion of sweaty spasms
that let us play Eve and Adam
get us by but I've fathomed
that our ******* are also our chasm.
So could that make a ****** cause fallout?
And if you were in need would you call out?
or would you hide it inside you like
the sympathy I have is all out?
I'll be honest: I never saw doubt til it hit like a bus,
but then again all that lust
usually comes with some trust
It's a must.
Somehow it's lackluster from something so wanderlust.
I dunno if confidants correlate to confidences
but the way that we've been feeling
couldn't be just coincidences.
and I'm not defenseless,
I've grown thick skin with thin pretenses.
so I wish you the very best
and I'd never wish any less,
you always got a place in my chest
but this thing is better off put to rest.
so its over, I'm going forward but behind me I won't find regret,
cause I'll still be having good times but the old ones I won't forget.
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Think of me not as some maritime devotion,
born upon the salt, suspended in the air,
our friendship but a spit of land, a temporal
bank set upon its tidal death through erosion.
Tarry not on your scattered desk of grey matter.
The folded notes and pencil shavings you hoard,
in the sorry hope they’ll fall to a collage of memoirs
and make sense of all this, their endless chatter.
They talk in circles, double-dealing confidants,
so free of tongue, yet so confined in spirit.
In haste they claim unto you their longing
for the fame, the glamour of the on-screen debutants.
Still stubbornly, you cling to those memories anew.
A memory of a memory, a doctored past is
a game of whispers, to colour in the grey,
to fill beauty in the present, to set ourselves askew.
So you rest with sad grace, thinking on what’s gone.
You make a bed and twist in the sheets of old deceptions,
your pillow case of cigarette ash, wasted petals;
instead, old friend, here are my words to lay upon.
So think of me not as some wasted emotion,
born upon the haze, a clinch of jutting bones,
our friendship but a stretch of truth, a temporal
face set to fade, in all of life’s commotion.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Advisers, confidants, close friends,
hear my beckoning.
So betrothed to the game i'm wondering
if you ears are turned red
from my constant berating of facts and formula
from my phone, from my bed.
From a far away place, listing all the times I've spit last week
they're all-seeing bloodhounds
trapping me in beloved rat race
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
The night is soft like cashmere
and dotted with glinting demigods --
all of them knowing
that it is you I think of.
The moon is taking her leave tonight,
so the stars are my confidants.
Beyond the consoling whispers
of the Sycamore and Birch,
aside from the embrace
of Mariah's fair arms,
I can hear them --
the voices of those night-sky nymphs
and know they can see your face.
So I ****** out my song to them
knowing they will sing you my words...
wherever you are.
The miles between us know not our feet,
the frothy gates of Triton's realm
do not know our names...
but the sky sees our aspirations,
knows our stories...
the stars sing the songs of each mortal life.
Now I ask them
to carry you my longings
and I hear my melody
echo among them as they sing it into your dreams.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
what can you say about trust?
can you say that it is hard to come by
can you say that it is easy to do?
many people have difficulties with it
due to the past that they have
my problem with trust is that i love it
i tend to trust way too easily
no matter how much I've been hurt
i still choose to trust even more
for i hope i will never be hurt
hope that respect will always be there
that my secrets can stay secret
that my past doesn't leave their lips
but it's foolish to trust everyone
it's sad to be easily hurt again
to be sad at the fact i trusted them
then get disgusted at the site of my face
disgrace is the word in my heart
I must learn to trust them less
learn to trust my heart more
for not all friends are trustworthy
not all deserve my tears and trust
only my confidants can have as much
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
They say blood is thicker than water
And Friendships never last
Yet I see flaws in their words
Cracks in their statements
As I gaze upon mine.
Is it possible for a mother to not cherish her son?
Is it possible for siblings to exploit and milk one another
Of their riches and simultaneously not care for their hearts?
*Is it possible for children who grew up together to cast away
Their eyes when their brother is bleeding broken on the floor?*
Behind their embracive hugs and smothering kisses
To us, their brothers dearest
They spy in our eyes and our fathers smiles
Such riches that will carry them to their swollen graves
Alas however friends though not related turn out to be
The second family you are granted by choice
Your staunchest supporters; your gentle confidants
Will be the friends that stick by you no matter what
Isn't it surreal that friends would drop everything to come to your aid?
Isn't it surreal that friends will degrade themselves to console you?
*Isn't it surreal for a best friend to know you fully and understand you
Completely more than family and then accept you with your flaws?*
Family is stuck with you; no choice given-tough luck!
Yet friends choose YOU; your Knights in shining armour
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
*First time love and homemade ice cream
will surely melt before your very eyes
A true friend is tantamount to a
falling star in daylight
Fair weather confidants are like Summer whitetails , returning
to the field till your last pea is gone
A real comrade will carry your indiscretions for
the price of a song* ...
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Love always has two angles
Whenever two people are involved.
From one perspective,
***** is here out of kindness,
One of many old lovers & confidants
Who know how far down the other can go,
Whenever in-between relationships.
Each knows, has learned
Through many silent ghosted months,
That the other will always,
Will eventually need them again.
He loves me, she loves me not,
Either one, just freaking terrified.
Never giving one's self completely,
Just one more lobster for the steamer,
"Scuttling across the floors of silent seas,"
One more sacrificial lamb,
First to the shearing house,
Ultimately, the abattoir.
One more cavalier mariner,
Crossing oceans of time,
Carefree swashbucklers are we,
Boffing whomever, at times
Dismal enough to fall in love.
And vice versa, of course,
Thinking about putting down
Shallow roots again.
(Ghosted: A term used to describe when a man (or woman) you've been seeing for a while stops taking your calls and answering your texts. These actions are usually preceded by many a broken promise to "hang out" "have a drink or two" or "catch up" on the part of the Ghoster. The Ghostee is left wondering whether the person just beside them two weeks ago is now alive or dead. Neither can be definitively proven. "I had been sleeping with Vicky/Jack for about a year and a half before he Ghosted me. Even a **** You" would have been better.")
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
Oneida says she's out of time
for mining lies from crooked minds
and spending nights
beneath strange blankets
street-to-street, tab at a time.
She says she's wasted years
killing hours for days on end
turning bar booths into confidants
and neon signs to friends
She's held on for so long
to her town, to trust, to hopes
But when her shaking hands start sweating,
she starts
to think of letting go.
Oneida's got the map, a tank of gas
and miles to drive
But she won't listen to her screaming gut:
she's played deaf her whole ******* life
She'll be swearing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
and the window lights shine yellow
bathing sidewalks in question marks
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me
Oneida says she's leaving town
her last dime spent on dollars down
she's hedged her bets
on 1st and twenty-
fifth at the depot.
She wants to hear new chimes
where new bells ring in brand new climes
turning traitors into confidants;
acquaintances to friends
She's held tight for so long
to each hand that dealt her wrong
But when her cards start flushing royal
she starts
to think she might not fold.
Oneida's got the will, a tank of gas
and time to drive
But will she listen to her screaming gut?
She's played deaf
her whole God **** life
She'll be cursing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
while the window lights gleam yellow
soaking sidewalks in question marks.
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me...
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Heat
Electricity and emotions
Unconscious and subconscious
Predominant and primarily dominant
Dilated
Hands like claws with fists full of skin and sheet and shirt
Unable to discern
Just feel
Waves
Rocking into the shore with passion and power
No mind to silent sediment
Relentless currents pulling everything
Waves tumble head over heels but never stop
Lightning strikes
But then fades away again
Fleeting
Never constant but dangerous and beautiful
No names, just feelings, no emotions, just feelings and flesh
Red snow
Reflection? Or animosity
Animalistic atrocity
Boom
Like lightning but prettier
Stay after to admire
Sink in and do it again every year
Write about it think about it
Sing
Raise hearts to god in sinful praise
With handfuls of lover's grace
Remind me of the days when I didn't regret the moves I make
Fill me up so I can forget
For a while
Cosmic
Electrick
Charged with emotion
Direction unknown so let it go
Give it to someone else
The faceless nameless midnight confidants
Express yourself
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
Unruly hair
Unblemished skin
Untouched by the world
Bathed in innocence
The morning dew is her companion,
The flowers are her confidants...
She uses the sky as her canvass
To carve shapes with a sprig of grass...
Brilliant eyes
Beautiful lips
Blossoming youth
Learning, feeling, sensing.
The rising moon is her guide,
The setting sun is her secret-keeper...
As she reaches for his hand,
In a starlight symphony as fireflies strike a band...
Withered limbs
Weathered face
Wounded heart
Awaiting autumn...
The darkest night brings hope,
But every dawn brings fear of another lonely dusk...
As she stares at the garden, her youth's spirit-
And makes wishes of eyelashes longing for another visit.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
Why do I hurt the people I love?
And yet I let bullies chastise and shove.
I sit in a silence and take all their hate,
but to my confidants, I yell with irate.
Why offend the people who care?
I cry and scream until they can’t bear.
But to the cruel people, I can’t take a stand.
I shrink and dissolve into small grains of sand.
Why must I **** my friends with my words?
It makes them hurt like stabbing with swords.
I sometimes can make them the lowest of low,
so cold and alone under ten feet of snow.
Why would I ignore my best friend for years,
Making us both run deplete out of tears?
Just thinking about will keep me awake.
The worst I have ever made someone’s heart break.
Why can’t I just direct my ill temper
to those who give my life a large damper?
Instead of hurting the ones that I love.
Instead of hurting the ones that I love.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Who do you call when there is no one to call?
Your last friend that catches your sense of humour, dies without a sense of humour
The friend that generally made up all of your contacts
Calls beforehand of daily progress always went answered to a mother who no longer exists
They were followed by a friend who absorbed everything said
These absorptions poisoned the well of humour and goodwill that you befriended in the first place
Your contacts list might grow in the days ahead
But the optimism that that idea requires to believe in and the failed rate of your previous confidants make you feel you should protect all
Keep everything within, never explode.
Hopefully implode.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Coming out of
A nearby hut of mud
A rose bud
Used to mix with
High school
Students’ flood.
On the street
With a bow
Her I used to greet.
Drawing close
And casting an
Affectionate glance
I used to say “Hi”
Often I never
Failed to utter
“Lovely!” “Cute one!” …
In her heart a cherished
Corner to buy.
Though she was shy
Her angelic face
Smiles used to aurify.
When she comes of age
I was sure to propose to her
Though age gap could
Put us asunder
“Does that she too wonder?”
I still ponder.
One sad Saturday morning
A funeral procession
Round the hut
Drew my attention.
To her parents & siblings
And , of course,
To my hidden grief
She opted to be brief
You see
She could not tolerate
“Detained!” on her
Grade 10 certificate.
Vexed
She found it hard
To reflect
A pitch dark night
Will certainly
Cedes place to
A broad day light.
Had she managed that
Dark moment to outgrow,
She could have
Long forgotten her sorrow.
Two decades later
Whenever I pass
By that place
I see her younger brother
With sadness stamped face!
“Suicide why?”
Is it not cruel
Inflicting
A harrowing pain
On those we
Will be survived by!
Is it not selfish
Taking our life
In to our hands
Our corporeal existence
To finish?
If we share our sorrow
Moral prop
From our confidants
We could borrow
This way
What is unbearable today
We may forget tomorrow.
Is it not better taking
The bull by the horn,
Circumventing challenges
To stand shoulder high
While many are born?///
(BY Alem Hailu G/Kristos)
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
It's my point of view, let me tell you-
Take it or leave it, know what you want
Move on, get things done
Appreciate everywhere you've gone
Follow a path of your own, hold on.
Embrace the customs of others
We're all brothers
Forgive, don't forget
People often regret what was once said.
Remember your alluring, keep on track
If you swerve off, bring a map
Speak the truth
Respect your neighbor, accept a truce.
Keep in touch with confidants and family
Stray from apathy
Open your heart
Be confident in your art.
Laugh and cry
Aim for the best- at least try.
Look at the world through someone else's eyes.
Valuing perspectives makes you wise.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
I don't wanna grasp it
Staring in the face of the bleakness,
It's too bitter for my innocence.
The walls are my closest confidants,
They absorb so much,
with minor retaliation.
Give and Take.
Rock bottom of an empty bottle
is the happiest ending.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Oh **** my fingers ache
I miss those ivory keys,
Longing for the infusion of
My overwhelming emotion
Into varying melodies
Soft to the touch and sweet to the ear
That's where I did a lot of thinking;
A lot of releasing.
The music in me,
Like a raging fire,
Cannot be contained.
It spills and slips out
In shower serenades and
Classical pianist love ballads
I pour out my soul in the
Humming of tunes and
Strumming of the six-string.
I miss all eighty-eight of those
Confidants and confederates.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Despite the fact that we don't talk very often,
I still consider you one of my closest friends
& confidants.
Somehow,
you always give me the fire
from your wings
when I need light on my path.
Light, of course being a metaphor for advice.
You are the big sister
not genetically related to me,
and also younger.
You're one of the few people
I feel comfortable crying in front of,
and your wisdom reminds me
I still have much to learn.
My gratitude extends beyond
comprehension of reason.
I only wish, we could have
at least kissed once
in this lifetime.
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC