Confusion. Poems - Poems about Confusion.

Reality or Falsehood

is it real?
am i real?
are you real? 
is anything around us real?
everything is perceived as fake.
i know it’s there.
i know it exists.
but for some odd reason,
it all feels hoaxed,
surreal,
dull,
empty,
ambiguous.
but why?
if i know people exist, objects are real, and my feelings are real,
so why does everything feel misplaced?
lost, even.
i discern as if i am fraud.
it’s a

33 Reasons

I have 33 reasons
      Why I won’t go home.
   I am a loyalist
                    Tortured by iniquity
          Captive of antiquity
But the

Seed of Shame

I remember staying quiet
hiding under a rock
a paralyzing fear
~ literally petrified ~

I'd lost my tongue
in shock at the injustice
my head spinning
in a whirlwind of confusion

It never occurred to me
that someone could be
found guilty and punished
for something I had done

And still I sat there numb
in my evergrowing shame
to this day guilty and unforgiven
~ I was old

RESURRECTED DEAF

	RESURRECTED DEAF

God heard and answered;
We seemed not to have heard Him: 
Loud justice echoed!

Paralyzed

In this wilderness
thought direction, no clear path
writers block prevails.

NORMAL

Hush, Daddy's sleeping,
we don't want him to wake.
Let Mommy relax and
have a little break.

It's okay, sweetie,
don't look so sad.
No, Mommy's eye
doesn't hurt bad.

Go on outside
and get some fresh air.
Later on we'll take
a drive somewhere.

No, honey, you didn't
do anything wrong;
now go on and play,
but don't be too long.

You know daddy
didn't mean to do it.
He just gets

once upon a time

What if I read to you a story Starting  

once upon a time 

And you realised that is was your 

Life spelt out on every Line. 

Would you hear my voice and Wonder as it  

Brushed across each word and pray my Arms have the strength to hold the truth About your world

Desolation

My days seem lost forever 
And my nights last for eternity 
I’m abandoned in this world 
Where darkness has overcome me 

I’m living life in the shadows 
Where sunlight is forbidden to shine 
I’m here with the devil who doesn’t sleep 
All the while wrecking this life of mine 

By most I know I’ve been

Randomness part 2

Ah, that feeling of nothingness, mixed with contentment and this searching feeling; how such a feeling exists can baffle yet also leave this tantalizing desire to be found. It is almost as if I am lost in the shadowy echos of my mind aimlessly wandering around yet simultaneously every so clearly chasing and following in

External Storms

External Storms 
Listen close, the winds whisper low,
A symphony of sorrow's ebb and glow.
Thunder rumbles, a beast awakening,
Heaven's own heartbeat, in warning speaking.
Pressure builds, unseen forces stir,
An invisible tempest, nature's curse. 
Silhouettes dance on lightning's flash,
Echoes of laughter turn to ash.
As shadows lengthen and tempests rage outside,
Within these walls, another battle wages. 
A heart laid

I would let him die

I would see him die, rather than saving him.

I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.

If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way.

But I will have the thought that he

Emotional Abuse

The type of abuse that happens on the inside
The victims receive inner scars they can hide
This is an abuse that can be done over and over
From someone that's angry, drunk or even sober
Suspects can vary from a mother to a friend
An emotionally abused heart isnt easy to mend
Its actually very hard for the abused to

They Want That Control

This is something every human wants to score
And never satisfied with a little but want more
To have control over your emotions and tears 
Remote controlling your deepest inner fears
It excites them to know that they run your life
People pleasing will cause you to pay the price
Showering you with gifts so you're well pleased
Then telling you

I had that stone

I was looking at a dying man who was asking me for a stone I had in my pocket. He wanted it to survive, but he was a sinner—because a book said he made fun of people and abused them. I watched him grow pale and wondered: should I help him because of his situation,

The time I looked at god

There was a time I looked at God with sea water in my eyes, drowning in a river of problems. I asked Him, with the last piece of devotion I had, why the Bible never told us that hell is not in the darkness beneath the earth, but in the light of the earth, right

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