"confusement" poems
Different people in same ways
Same problems but different decays
In this life, we should always move ahead
So wake up, get up in bed.
Have you ever think how does a round pizza place in the square box?
Not fit and compatible as rice place in sacks
Have you ever wonder why glue doesn't stick to it's container?
Not like hell where perfect folks are sinner.
It was cool how life brings unanswered questions
That made us wonder and suddenly make conclusions
It's funny how life brings confusement
When the only tool is perfect arrangement.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
I guess you can call me ****** up
Because there is nothing in me
That is pure enough to touch
That is not broken
That is not tainted by the feeling of hurt
Confusement
Or angst
There is betrayal in me
Sadness
And anger
So leave the ****** up little being
In her cloud of broken dreams
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
what does it mean ? when i find myself" confused and lost" in a dream
is it the way my life is meant to be? i guess it'll just be a mystery !
all my life i managed the food line, something i thought i left behind.
working there i had a purpose - a goal , never thought about getting old.
each employee had a job to do ,and i'd make sure they followed thru.
life seemed so much simpler then , and the employees were all my friends
we'd go out and share a drink or two and talk about dreams we'd like to do.
yet i still have these dreams of being lost and confused , and of walking
alongside the shores , searching for something i never saw before.
it leaves an emptiness in my heart , not knowing if it's ending or a new start.
it becomes a question with no answer to be found , yet you search and look around trying to see something out of place, giving you a clue as to what to face.
you always find yourself in the middle of that " crossroad "
not knowing which way to go and whichever way you go leads you
to one crossroad after another to a point where there is no beginning
and no end and you scream out to find a friend.
( confused and lost once again )
my sub conscious tells me it's just a dream, and i will awaken
to find myself in my room - no more confusement and no more gloom
then the recurring dream of me in a supermarket basement
with the conveyor belt full of merchandise and i don't know
if i should push the button to go " up or down " and i look
for help and there's no one around.
( confused and lost once again )
that's when i realize there is only one thing that i can do
" give it to my father up above who is always there to show his love.
" dear GOD there is nothing more that i can do " confused and lost "
i turn to you to do whatever it is that you must
because in you i put my trust"
no more dreams and i'm on track , because my LORD has my back.
(C) L . RAMS 070515
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
Your eyes,they're dark.
Dark brown like the rich,bitter coffee in the cup you held in your hand.
Sprang!
The sound still echos around my mind,bouncing into its depths.
Your eyes,
They burn with a wild fire that is spreading towards my
Pathetic dull wooden pupils.
Your eyes,they're ice
An ice berg,big and towering. Like you are towards me.
I shiver.
I'm shivering, an earthquake starting inside me.
But your eyes,
So sharp.
They pierce into my soul even though I've done nothing wrong.
And at last
I burn away
I break
I bleed.
Ash,ice,blood
Pouring out onto my cheeks
In the form of
Sadness
Pain
Anger
Confusement
Longing.
I surrender and I fall
With you still burning,freezing and stabbing.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
This is my goodbye letter:
Goodbye,
I hope to never see you face again. Not because I hate it, but because I hate the way it makes me feel. I don't like feeling confused when one shan't be confused. It does not sit well with me. There are many emotions I have come into check with but confusement is where I draw the thickest and final line. I must say I adored you, and idolized and revered you. I never saw myself beside you until you made it slightly apparent I was worth it. But that picture was never drawn, was it? It was never meant for us to be one no matter how much I yearned for it. We cannot simply be together so we must be far, far apart. So adieu, my neverwaslove, I hope I never see you again.
Very Insincerely,
Broken and Unsatisfied
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Sometimes it's hard to open your eyes,
they want to close,
to sleep,
to forget,
to escape.
Sometimes the waves come crashing by,
when you least expect it,
when nostalgia presents it.
Waves of regret,
lost hope,
guilt,
confusement
Why did I do that?
What did I do wrong?
Did I deserve it?
Does the hit of the hammer of justice,
and the jury stands and shout
that you deserve it.
Were you right?
Were you wrong?
Is there really a way to tell after the knives have fell,
into a shallow well
and has pierced the ground
and opened hell?
Eternal impressions
in your heart,
these scars that
mark your depression
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
i talk in verse
and get looks of disdain
rolling eyeballs the norm
shaking of the head
why can't she just talk normal
on everyone's tongue
eyes filled with confusement
so i shake my own head
and walk away
looking to the empty page
of a, as of yet, unwritten poem
and there the verses flow
to be embraced
by the creative
to be appreciated
by people
like me.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
My heart trembles as I walk to you.
It's over, I thought, for sure this time.
'I can't do this.' You tell me.
'Just do it.' I reply frustrated.
I looked deep into your eyes and all I saw was pity and confusement.
You took a breath.
'Break?' You ask.
Why didn't you say up?
Why just break?
I look at you, tears filling up my eyes. 'Bye.' I said as I hugged you one last time, inhaling your scent.
I walk away, biting my lips, rushing to the toilet hoping a tear doesn't fall before I reach.
I stood at my locker later that day.
You came and stood behind me.
You placed a hand on my waist.
I really wanted to use all my might to ask you to let go but it felt like home and I really missed your touch (it has been a long time)
I looked at your eyes, and I could see pity.
I couldn't look too far into them without crying.
'I'm sorry.' You said with a frown.
If you are breaking up with me for another girl, at least be happy about it. 'I'm sorry.' You said again.
'No. Don't say sorry. Don't say anything. Just say hi,' I replied
'Smile.' I continued.
You forced a smile and that was all I needed to convince myself that you were happier without me.
(I saw you with another girl after school and I guess you were happier after all)
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC