Confusion Growth Poems

Vexed Nights 

Trapped in my own delusion,
Engulfing self induced contusions,
I imprudently cause self confusion,

Distance seems cruel to me
So I detach from what used to be,
Emotionally,
Physically,
Then...

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While we all share in humanity,
    Our hopes & beliefs may differ in kind.
        Such...

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No coincidence 
that I have at the least
two of most everything
for navigation

generally favoring
one side over another

though mostly straddling
the lines between – the tight
I walk...life’s many...

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Something's missing in the puzzle of life.
I'm living without something, I just know.
I must tell you, my confusion is rife.
I'm stumped.  I've hunted high....

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Simple plans are best
To ordinary people
Why complex the rest?...

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Focused on the butterfly without wings 
A beauty that is yet to be realized 
Comforted by the cocoon wrapped in ridicule 
For only time will...

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I dreamed my way here
I’ve had my cringe moments
I feel pressure, I lose perspective
I’ve wholeheartedly failed
I misspeak, underthink, overreact
I try to do the right thing
the...

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Why must there always be a sacrifice souring the taste of something nice
Just a moment on the lips but a lifetime on the back shelf...

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My Faults bleed fear
Shout with anger
Ooze regret
Lavish in the art of feeling sorry for myself
Haunt my very existence
Nights cold
Days unbearing
My faults have defined me
For so...

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If you have a mind
                    ...

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Before the day turned into night,
When things made sense amid the light,
When darkness was a shade of fright,
When I saw life in black and white...

Life...

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Piece of Peace

My heart is peaceful now.
Ceased the raking and clawing, trying to escape my breast.
It has finally found its home.

Found, but never lost, its...

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The night before the eve,
    Of a New Year that's overdue.
        Where tomorrow's celebration hastens,
...

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In the depths of my soul a question appears
Whispering softly and echoed thru the years
"Who has my ear?" it asks, so sincere,
Who do I confide...

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my sympathies aren’t born of grace
like in the way of the benevolent heiress who,
ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands
to feed the twittering songbirds 
perched on her windowsill...

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