Best Messiness Poems

Going through troubles
Hiding my mistakes
Wading in the problems
I kinda feel like a fake

Hitting the bottom
Every time I try to climb
I’m buried in faults
And running out...

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Being a mess is all about perception,

It may just be a moment in time

when one is not experiencing perfection,

Emotional upheavals, stress and turmoil,

can make anyone...

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Why am I so wired
Wound up so tight
I think I might explode or crack 
At the least little extra added pressure
It’s all way too much...

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A rope-line of commitments
keeps me busy and hobbled;
unable to move elsewhere
a difficult situation.

It’s like going on the whole rigmarole
prepared to sacrifice, willing to serve;
open to...

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If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list

My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies

My son's messiness and...

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Cobwebs And Other Nonessentials

There are things we often tend to forget.
Unimportant though they seem to be.
Clothes in a dryer, not started, still wet.
I'm sure it's...

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I do not fear the messiness of death—
The cold, dreamless sleep, ghastly blue.
What I fear at my last breath
Is total separation from you.

All that we...

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Seeing my reflections covered
Never to be discovered

As I lay down this thick paint
Wanting not to faint

Absorbing all the color of Christmas Eve
Hoping I don’t mess...

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Fueled by 
a schizoid frenzy
in an 
angers intensity
and
loves acidity 

Sparked by
a passions blazing
in an
array of crayons
and
blank faced canvas

Ignited by
a lovers raging
in an
unleashing of scribbling
and
vivid colors...

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Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable 
Challenge for enamoured to create...

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The mishmash mayhem of jumbled clutter
    at first seems to be confusion's cause.
But after tidying up, nothing can be found.
Nothing is where...

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A child is simply uncomplicated
neither inhibited, nor reflective, free.
Unencumbered by the past
not held-back by what lies ahead,
beyond care for contemplation.

Children - 
jump in puddles, splash...

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I'm afraid of all of this mess that could possible occur
I'm afraid my heart can't handle what my brain can endure

I'm afraid of needing someone...

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Something Different


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Here I am, rotting in a place they call bliss
Soaked in an emptiness
To see reality did things as it pleased

Here I am, stroking my messiness
Fettered...

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