Denial Poems

Between Denial and Reality

You’re not here with me tonight 
But you haven’t been in awhile 
I believe you’re coming home again 
That’s the beauty of being in denial 

That ship has long ago set sail
Any bridges burned and torn down
With my shattered heart and regrets 
I’m a failed king without a crown 

I turned a love so amazing

Him

This feeling is complacent,
it just doesn't feel adjacent, 
too much or to little, 
reciprocation is unrealistic, 
your stupid but unforgettable, 
unattainable and unavailable, 
there's a bond hard to break, 
I want to escape, 
but isn't that a mistake? 
We could’ve been something just as much as we were nothing, 
you were a boy but I

Help

At the slightest cry, we rush to give,  
But what of those whose pain won’t live  
In vocal words or audible plea?  
Will you help the one who hides silently?

Signs appear—subtle, yet clear—  
Yet they resist, refuse to hear.  
Why deny the aid they need?  
What binds the heart

The possession of a mad man is the only terror

It started soft and slowly
With only shallow things
An itch or twitch or swallow
But kindly not from me

The walls would twist and turn at night
And I’d be seeing things
A pillow to hold a choir within
And slowly simple things
Would do more then make me mourn myself
Do more then make me bleed

My chest was heaving rocks and smoke
Thrumming

Denial

when light fractures into noise…

I embrace the outburst
with emptiness chewing up my nerves.

The void softens the impact—

can’t break what never arrived.

We Live in Denial

In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light
Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow.
Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright,
A magma burning, pyroclastic flow,

Torching golden beams to desolation.
Enveloping destruction, ash I leave 
Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation.
Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve. 

Returned to dormancy I hear it more,
The walls that groan after each

Sun up; moon down'

Are you searching for holiness? How is it viewed? Or
To be? Is on some scales its worth.' Is it to be found with
The beggars? Or a King? Or Emperor.' Is its essence in the
Wind? Is it the servant of kings? Or perhaps its to favour
Of countenace? Largesse? Are there many? Who on lifes
Treadmill chase its

alzheimers denial

His equilibrium was off
Unbalanced, unsteady gait
Forgetting words for truck and grass
His wife refused to see it
Ignoring his Alzheimer’s for four years
Until her life was endangered by his erratic actions

In Denial, On Fire

in denial 
but pacing while room is on fire
motion capture fail to paint his emotions 
"I'm fine"- a product of his illusion 

litany of reasons but pain stuck under his skin
too afraid to pen about, too afraid to scream it out
demons are his rulers, will demons be the winners?
help! he is drowning he can't put

Guess who

Two beginners here
Speaking softly
Relationship to steer
Both thinking loftily
Never lack of boundaries so *****

Denial of the highest sort
Never excepting emotions
Each barrier a impenetrable fort
Yet still going through the motions
Only success comes through the truth of court

The answer does not take a sleuth
They like each other you see
Open questions are uncouth
Answering to no fee
Oh the strangeness of

Tainted flowers

Darkness surrounds me 
I can no longer move
The flowers you once gave me 
Now entraps me in its roots
How could kindness turn so rude 
Yet I will never stop loving you
I watch as these flowers now black
Suffocate me 
Wrapping around choking out my breath
Keeping from me air needed to survive
Voices whisper in my head
This is

Too Young To Break

Beneath the swing set’s creak,
joy whispered like a ghost,
while clouds of heaviness
settled like stones on my chest.
My voice evaporated,
with every swing and sway,
as I reached for something solid,
my truth slipping, fading with the wind.

If healing could mend the cracks in time,
my voice would rise,
steadily growing, not dissolving,
but evolving,
finding strength with the shifting air.

Yet silence wraps

Grinning Truth

We went around in circles,
yet the truth lingered right between us,
smirking as if it had already triumphed.
You labeled it complicated.
I called it chaos.

There’s nothing beautiful about pretending—
about trying to bridge a gap so vast
that you can taste the deception in your mouth.
But we went ahead anyway.
Sat there.
Grinning, as if we didn’t already realize
this was the

Elusive Dream

In my mind, God was but an elusive dream
Unperceived, invisible yet omnipresent
A favourite tale with a feel-good theme
Spread by religion through fear and prayer
I gave little credence to the thought of his existence
Till I found faith after years of denial
In human beings do I seek him
For serving man is serving God

Fear Envy Denial FED

Being fed when corrupt 
agents gather junk sick 
fentanyl addicts functioning 
only by giving false confusion 
in exchange for a cup of 
coffee at Denny’s bus tickets 
from Alabama to Nashville 
to Chicago where informants 
are being tossed in front of 
moving cars faceless 
unrecognisable finally the 
ultimate what’s in the box 
it’s a human

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