Best Confusedly Poems

I rest my eyes away from you,
and I feel the grip of our 
entwining vines. 

I feel how tightly they hold us—
I smell the fragrance of the
monomaniac squeeze—
and I feel the grip of my vines
loosen. 

I feel a wisp of cold wind—
the only real sign that you
have long...

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These chains of deceit that bind me to this hardwood seat. 
I bend and break the bars that confine, but they remain, like the haughty, jagged grin of an eroded skull. 
Such good times as these are even visited by dark slips of the gut...

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no need
for fig
leaves
these are
pre temptation
fruit times

hanging out
tranquilly in
touch with
well let me
think...
everything

but then IT
asked me
to name
everything
so starting
simply

i picked
this up
and then
that and
named that
this and this

that
one of many
two of many
too many
manyies but
few of any

nothing pairs
up in threes
always a he
and she but
confusedly
not knowing

why since the 
lamb is laying 
with...

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A sweet disorder in the dress kindles
In clothes a wantonness; a stole about
The shoulders thrown, a fine distraction; an
ErrIng Lace, which here and there enthralls the
Crimson Vest; a cuff neglectful, ribbons
Flow confusedly: a winning wave (note)
In the tempestuous petticoat: a 
Careless shoe-string, in whose tie...

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I  was born cursed, disfigured and mangled,
With a face so warped, twisted and tangled.
A shock to the world of normality,
Infecting this land of endless humanity.

I have been called wicked, evil, and gross.
Despised by the people that i thought love me the most.
Tore from the...

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What are you hiding? We all have a little secret we keep from the world. Do you want to 
know my secret? When we hide our secrets, they turn our souls into ashes. Ashes are what 
monsters are made of.

   It was a...

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The flashy, thunderous announcement
of your unexpected visit on the hot summer day
scares the crap out of the pigeons in the square -
cannoning them into the air -
                  ...

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I’m not much of an ogre he thought
As a chipmunk nibbled his twisted toe nail.

Nope, I like my fur fluffed and clean
And my nails…well, not painted
But neatly buffed and filed.
Damn! I hate meat.  It like
Forever sticks in my teeth.
I think I’m a reincarnated vegan.

Toughen...

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Vocabulist nonalcoholic punchdrunk stupor January 1st, 2020

Unlike the vast population swath,
with painful hangover
average celebrant merely
doth confusedly blink,
who devoutly pledge
new year resolution
to give up drink
immediately fall off wagon

as he/she eagerly downs
shot after fermented shot
while forearms link
with family, friends,
strangers, et cetera
and immediately rethink
alcoholics anonymous pledge
gamely nod and...

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Every word has been spoken
All evidences have been collated
The premises are known already
False witnesses are withdrawn long ago
Destructive critics cannot blow
See constructive appraisers long for your flow
Now what…
Ancestors are eagerly waiting
Waiting that you may use them for knowledge
…their glory, success and failures… for knowledge sake
Posterity...

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Once upon a dream
An old man in the night
Heard a little child’s scream
He debated in his head
Whether to save the child in the night
Who gave him such a fright
So old man night debated
And deciding he ran into the trees
He couldn’t let himself not save a...

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There once was an amazing unicorn,
Whose coat was confusedly shaved and shorn,
She’s a little bit mad.
Called the barber a cad,
And was a moment, a little forlorn....

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Let me try
To be you for a little while
And I know the lie
I might just know why, I might just know how

You need a reason to want to understand
Have you asked yourself the reason for it?
Isn’t it yourself asking for what then?
Than the person who...

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It’s 6:15pm. Peter, Anna, Sophy and I are studying in the common room of our suite.

“We need to get serious,” Peter whispered, but there was no subject in the declaration, so I was left confused and uncommitted, “about getting serious,” he clarified.

“I’m not sure I...

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Flowing down his cheek, perfusly,
sweat.
His attitude bleak, confusedly 
windswept

In surround sound, his name,
his call to fame.
So many stories, poetry tales.
"Loves Mystical Fable"
                       ...

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