Confusion. Poems - Poems about Confusion.

Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet...

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In the beginning, there was no evidence he existed except my breath still stutters at the phrase weight check. Dr. Wilson wore red socks, offered sample packs in a manila envelope, told me I was pretty and shrinking in exactly the right way. Said we’d do a quick exam— just routine. Hands under the gown, thumbs on the outer edges like he was measuring range or...

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Oh Muse Wilt Thou Be Replaced Oh sweet Muse once your unrivalled reign flowed rich with a poet’s theme. Now in digital glow subpoenaing your dream Alas cold circuits assert their own gleam, Oh Digital Medusa, circuit’s fine as hair How did you lure the Muse into your skilful snare? In your silent hum through dexterous scripts?...

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Love me, goddamn it, just love me. I know that I'm worthy or deserving of something, at least, don't make me have to get on my knees and beg again. Oh, wait, I forgot- I'm not allowed to be vulnerable. ...

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catacombs of fear lost in my own illusion a downward spiral ...

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songer.co/song/r8btoho3abg0psszqle86vkb [Verse 1] Girl, I’m caught between the thrill and the fall, Your shadow’s tracing cracks across my wall. Electric hum beneath my skin, Addicted to the mess I’m in. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail, Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail. Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight, Lost inside your soft, electric light. [Chorus] Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs, Hands shake...

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Truth sifts pain through my feelings - his words cut like sharp splinters. I feel so fragile, sad aches crumble me on green dazed ground. Heavy, my eyes are mere slits as clouds descend to soft touch my mind and render me numb....

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Oh no! the cat’s out we spent the whole day looking when we got home ~ meow! ...

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I would numb the pain if I had the chance, I would sew back all the hurt I would go back in time to just take away the pain, But I can't it's too late. I would live back the memories, I would laugh back at the jokes I would freeze the moment when I did not have to break down...

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I. He lives inside me, not sleeping—just leaning against the dark rafters of my chest. A moss-backed troll I call him Atlas, though he looks more like the rock in his garden— He keeps a room beside the heart— spare bed, mildew in the corners, but the sheets stay stiff with cold. He’s always stationed between the valves and the ribs, elbows locked against my sternum, holding the...

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Man is a jumble of contradictions, I know, a hard nut to crack! So unfathomable, so mysterious- at once a Satan and an angel. To the outer world I am someone. But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy aren’t I different~ hiding my innards to light, as every other man? Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime? At times, I...

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Where do I stand When presented with a choice Transported by a full force That lands me in a false chance Yet, I stand. Breaking the shackles That held me in my ankles So tight like a buckle Wrapped in my knuckles Yet, I stand. What is given is a Token The heart that bleeds is broken The life that fades is taken Certain thoughts can't be...

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Last night I saw you, In my dream, You were standing there Looking at me, with a smile so serene. The impression of you was vague, Darker was your hair Wider was your smile In your eyes, there was so much of glare. By your image, I was mesmerized I walked towards you, I ran to catch you But from the grip of the dark,...

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Rig rag Shaggy rag Rip, rip, rip, Wrinkle in the water A wilder whisper Crepuscular crème brûlée. What is madness really? Have I not a wordly thought? Wordly jumble, Words, words, words, Coherent as a Dostoevsky mumble. Musing wrists and elbows in a swaddle, Up of green and purple trumpets, Sickly technicolour cuddle. Circadian bunny pudding. Hullo, there it is again! I saw it there, just there! Did not. But...

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was it really that big of a deal if we were both just kids our minds snapped shut like lids brainwashed by whats bad and good too scared to come out with the truth nothing ever came smooth these thoughts these anxieties they only get worse i needed someone to soothe me im just a little girl please stop touching me like that i dont like it im...

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