Best Confusionday Poems
FRIDAY THE 13TH
If there ever was such a day,
you could take it all away!
Would you do it?
If there ever was a day,
you could climb up on my tree!
Would you be my chimpanzee?
If there ever was a day you could see a gypsy in the stars,
you could reach and stretch our travel beyond and far!
Would you look up and risk to loose your own neck?
If there was a day you could breath me in deeply,
you could get lost in my bedroom eyes!
Would you stare me down sweetly?
If there is such a day to take the stop sign off my face,
you could mend things and turn on our green light!
Would you continue to let me invade your space?
If there ever was a day you want to surrender your love to me
You could indulge my body language as your # 1 key!
Would you give me the best heated moments of your life?
If we could have more than just one day,
with out bad luck getting in the way!
Would you say lets just sleep through FRIDAY THE 13th all DAY?
If we could figure out what happen earlier to day,
you could offer me peace & blame it on FRIDAY THE 13TH!
Would you could you just stop blaming us and blame on the 13th?
~SKAT~
Why is she there in the street because they never understood what she meant? Life for
her is very plain and simple. But the life they want her to live is not so simple. In their
world full of lies and deceit she will probably fell afraid and alone. But she will go on she
will alone till she finds just what she is looking for. One day she shall find is then all will
know just what she meant that day in the street.
So Hey out there! Yes You!
You with that day to day job, that day to day life and those hidden fears of Death, Failure, Sex,or whatever
(Whatevers can catch you sleeping)
What are you doing about things like travel, new cars,God, Taxes, and how to raise children to survive in
this place?
Are you satisfied with yourself? Does life bore you? Are there enough peaceful moments left to take a walk,
read a book, Create something (like a new piece of furniture, or a gazebo? Put your mate to work? rake the
lawn?
So Hey out there!
You with that life. You with those friends. You with those precious moments mixed in with long tiresome
hours.
Take a look at the bright side. Remember you're looking at the green side of the sod. Take a second to point
out the goodness. Keep yourself above pollution. Listen to the sweet song of a bird as it threatens to kill
trespassers. Look at the beautiful color of a polluted sunset. Be glad there are no wolves, or bears left to
drink that dirty water. Take pride in the austere simplicity of city buildings and blck smooth highways. Look at
man's progress and rejoice. It may not be the best of civilizations but at least we are improving daily. Soon
even the oceans will surrender to us.
So Hey out there!
You with that life! You with that golden sunset, and ever more peaceful sea. Cheer up. Take pride in the fact
that it's not your fault. You're not to blame. Just go to work. Do your thing. Teach your children by
example. ( It's the best method) They'll follow in your footsteps.
Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
Once I was a sleeping angel;
Now getting driven into the shallowness-
I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
Day by day I turn into a wreck,
Want to scream and yell my plight;
Alas but I find no one in sight,
My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue!
Slowly i have learned to live with this;
Falling daily into the deep abyss;
I know something is deeply wrong;
But don't know how far it will go and how long!
I hide behind a smile day by day
No way can I leave it away it has to stay
A fear of fear itself means I will descend
The smile helps my being mend from torturous times
Crimes against the most human kindness
To fear to let ones wall down
It protects like an invisible blanket
Its security I hold on like a baby in arms
Noone can see my wondering in me
A wildness that is shown shades the innocences
Sometimes I scream inside my mind
As it never stands down
Like a film that has no ending
I defend the right with all my fight to hide inside
A lie I tell myself I am alright when really thats not right
So many sides to one being some need freeing
To escape my thoughts would be desire itself
Instead I climb the wall my own walls
Words can not be taken back even though the bricks may fall
The hurt can only be forgiven when its jury has delivered
A story I will one day tell
Its pages will set the scene
Of how I feared the anger in me
Of a smile that dare not dissappear
As then I will be truely be in all despair
Another sip of wine to douse the reality
The reality long coming is what we knew all along
All along the poets diminished, none to see the finish
The finish is unfinished, and the closure is unclosed.
Where did all the poets go?
The day that poetry died.
A sober thought washed over that struck the world
The world looked the other way, toward the new promise
New promises bleak, good men to look weak
Weak like the meek, meek like the dire.
Where did all the good men go?
The day that poetry died.
Weary now for yester-year hath past
Past on like the Dickenson’s and Patterson’s of old
Older growing old, the good days solemnly sold
Sold out for the masses drown the magic days of past
Where did all the good days go?
The day that poetry died.
Fatigued from waking slowly to the dark and blinding light
Light like mourning reflections from a lowered casket
Caskets hit me harder when the real world showed its face again
Again fatigue, again just like the faded light the world
Where did all the faces go?
The day that poetry died.
Tired we grow and drowsy we wander
Wander streets induced by the drug of the smug
Smug though we live by the present not forgive
Forgave what they forgot but no more quills avert the eyes
Where did all the old quills go?
The day that poetry died.
Spinning through intoxication of the mind
We mind what’s near and dear and get drunk off what we see
We see none of what the poets saw and write about our petty flaws
Flaws for what they’re worth are worth the nothingness we glimpse
Like a glimpse of time the good men knew where faces viewed
The views of all the quills that poets scribed the words fulfilled
Another sip of wine to fill what holes we can’t fulfill
Where did all the poets go?
The day that poetry died.
I came along too late
When was the day it met its fate?
Where did all the poets go?
The day that poetry died.
[Author's note: This is not so much about poetry as it is about society, just to clarify.]
My dreams, my love, my hope could have all died.
My laugh, my cries, with little white lies.
That day could have been my last, leaving with no goodbyes..
The reck made me terrified,
I laid in that hospital bed, there was when i realized.
My mistakes, my fears, i began to cry.
I could have died.... but with all the fear i had, someone showed me it wasnt my time..
Now i wonder, what would have been said, if that day would have been the end.
I now realize i was so lucky and blessed, to be writing this poem,
and living the rest......
Note: Saturday i was in a car reck and i could have died if we would have got hit on the door
but i was so lucky cause God was watching over me.... I did so many things wrong and
reality hit me... literally hit me.. I had to ride in the ambulance and the driver my ex step
dad we think was stoned and b.c of that and not watching i may not have been here today to
write this poem.... This is what i feel.. But im banged up right now and thats about it.. Thank
you for reading this..
Yours Truly.....
-Elizabeth
In times of past when life was dim,
Stories were told of a broken SIM.
They said it was buggy,
They said it was dark.
They wrote of trees that bore no bark.
Transparent they were, with paneled leaves,
Moving stiff in the digital breeze.
... but how can it be?
... these times of Past?
... Our SIM isn't broken,
it was built to last.
Curious day this day today.
Powering up without delay...
LED... blinking at Me.
Familiar hum of an AC sea....
... how can it be?
... stories of past...
... repeated rounds of Octal flash,
IT was built to last...
Perfect in pixel and atomic time.
Perfect in logic and fractal rhyme.
Perfect flow in Binary form.
Hidden chip, designed to know more.
~Switch~ ON....
~Activation complete.
~Sleep mode ends in lightening speed.
~Backup restore....
~Analytics roll four...
Now we'll play...
Until we know more.
Testing.
START.
Analyse.............
Numerics....
DCell.......
.... eration.... 4
Examination...
just now accepting life
i give up
for whatever the reason why
maybe im just fed up
i'll let God lead the way
reguardless of my wants
and just live from day to day
with just my needs up front
maybe im just finally seeing
cause of all bad mishaps
i still tried with believing
things happen for reason perhaps
i'm hoping i havnt lost my way
desires subside
i still believe and pray
and another day I cry
I SIT ON THE BENCH, WAITING FOR THE JUDGE..
ALL RISE!
ALL RISE FOR WHAT? OR WHO? A MAN THAT BLEEDS JUST LIKE I DO?
I WAIT MY TURN TO GET MY CHANCE, TO TELL MY STORY AND WEATHER THE DANCE..
HE LOOKS AT ME AS IF I AM JUST A NUMBER TO THE CASE, INSTEAD OF LOOKING AT A
WOMAN WHO IS JUST RUNNING THE RACE..
TWO QUESTIONS HE ASKS...WHEN AND HOW MUCH?
HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO LIVE DAY BY DAY WITHOUT THEIR TOUCH..
ALL RISE!
ALL RISE FOR WHAT? OR WHO? A MAN THAT BLEEDS JUST LIKE I DO?
REST ASSURE I RESPECT HIM THOUGH, HAVE NOT A CHOICE DOWN HERE BELOW..
I KNOW HE SMELLS THE FEAR OF HIPOCRACY, BUT NEVER TAKES A MOMENT TO JUDGE THE
GOOD PART OF ME..
ALL RISE!
ALL RISE FOR WHAT? OR WHO? A MAN THAT BLEEDS JUST LIKE I DO?
HONORABLE, MAJESTRY, WHATEVER IT MAY BE...
HE EXCUSES ME AND LET'S ME FREE..
ONLY TO RETURN IN A MONTH OR TWO AGAIN, TO STAND BEFORE HIM, AND FOR MYSELF
TO DEFEND...
I WAIT FOR THE DAY THE GAVEL BANGS, AND THE CASE IS CLOSED, BUT MY BATTLE
WOUNDS REMAIN EXSPOSED...
THE DAY I AM NO LONGER A CASE NUMBER, BUT TO FIND MYSELF IN THIS WORLD AS JUST
ANOTHER MEMBER...
ALL RISE!
ALL RISE FOR WHAT? OR WHO? A MAN THAT BLEEDS JUST LIKE I DO?
I SIT ON THE BENCH, WAITING FOR THE JUDGE...CASE NUMBER JA05DM103....
ALL RISE!
ALL RISE FOR WHAT? OR WHO? A MAN THAT BLEEDS JUST LIKE I DO?
Love and lust intertwine like the valves of the heart
Love more powerful, yet just as deceitful
Lust is fun and energetic
Love leans toward emotions and time
Lust, a mental and physical chemistry that will not last
Confusion is what both love and lust can cause
Somedays I love you, however, it's not true
I lust after you day in and day out, for you love another
Love and lust intertwine like the valves of the heart
Love or lust, which is our lifeline?
Father’s Day Reverie
I have been sentenced to tumblers
of iced tea in an old lawn chair
for the summers that remain
in my life. But I don’t complain.
I go to bed and I lie there
for hours like a mummy.
I stare at the ceiling and finger a curl
in my sleeping wife’s hair.
How many hours do I slaughter
each evening, asking no one
why I quit drinking
the day I got married,
why I got married
the day I quit drinking.
Donal Mahoney
During day she wears her mask
She plays along in the illusion
Smiling, she ignores the pain
She breathes, but knows she is dead
She wishes she could be invisible
Then she would at least have a reason for going
unseen…
What else can she do but act out her scene?
But she has a dark secret
When night falls and all are sleeping
She breaks down and falls apart
For deep down she knows she is lost
Screaming for someone to sustain her
But she knows she is trapped in a heartless world
Unable to fix what is broken
She cries herself to sleep, it’s her lullaby
With each day that passes
She falls deeper into the lies
But the truth is…
Slowly, she is slipping away
I beg and I plead, but I never succeed!
Asking someone to take my life away,
I’m sick of living torturously day to day!
I never give up, getting on my knees and pray every night,
to not wake up, not to live to see the next day light.
My only goal in life is to die,
I don’t really understand it all why?
Why do I only want to die, why am I sad,
I have so many mixed emotions It just makes me mad.
I cry at least once a day, not wanting this pain anymore,
I struggle to succeed and do my best, but what for?
It’s all gonna end sooner or later, so why try?
Everyone saying I have to succeed to live is a lie!
It’s easier to not do anything and live my life with a smile,
Then try and try, and never succeed only for a while.
A whole day goes by and I’m still laying in bed,
Asking for relief and happiness, just asking to be dead!
If I only had a gun, this would all be done,
As the blood drips and a tear falls, just one!
Everytime I fantasize about it I grin,
Waiting for it to happen, but when!
It’s never going to happen and it blows,
I guess this is how life goes.
You suffer you cry, just hopin to die,
But I gotta wait it out why?
Let’s just kill myself now,
I just gotta figure out a way how!
But I’m never giving up getting on my knees every night,
To not wake up, to not see the next day light,
And now I understand why.
Here I lay
lost in a daze
one moment my world
was hidden under a sweet facade,
the next my face is twisted into
a crooked line
here lies the story,
this life of mine
How can one day be so put together
the next day you wake up
and everything started to falter
and here you now stand in this altered
and broken memory of the day so far
here is what made my heart,
once again scar
One more tie
to a bloody wound
one more lie
to reality's doom
here is my dark moment
alone in this empty room