confession
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The truth is odd.
Sometimes, it hurts.
Sometimes, it's good for us.
And sometimes, you don't know how to react to it.
I told her the truth, and that's what she said.
Word
for
word.
I know what it felt like to be without work
And to be without a girlfriend, to befriend
people I shouldn't have befriended , done things I wouldn't
consider doing now with my time.
"WHAT I'M FEELING"
She's somewhat
freaky and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous.
And amiable.
"WHAT I'M FEELING"
She's somewhat
freaking and
desirable.
She's a
gem like
and extra-
ordinarily
gorgeous.
i've noticed the change
i know you have too
the calls that are full of small talk
or that end after "what are you doing?
i'll call you later"
we used to talk for hours
You make me feel butterflies
You always make my day better
You may annoy me at times,
but nothing else feels more right
You make me smile and it will never die
You are always the first I think of
Dear My Love,
Thank you for your kisses.
I can't wait to one day be your Mrs.
Thank you for the laughs
And for not minding when I pass gas.
Being your girl is a blessing,
Today is big
But then again
Our love is big
My dear do you feel it?
Did you have trouble sleeping
Last night like I did?
Did you feel it this morning
When you woke up?
How big today is-
You were playing with my hair
As we lay there in your room
And I said baby there's something
That I gotta tell you
You looked at me with your big brown eyes
I want you to know that I love you
That I always have and that I can’t help it
I want you to know that I accept if you can’t love me back
And that I’ll still love you
I finally spit it out.
I finally told all.
I finally admitted it.
I did it.
I regret it, but not really.
I know a part of me does,
but right now, I can't find it.
As the leaves change color and the days turn chillyThere's one thing that stays constantand that's my love for you
I have a page, Confessional Slam, where people can send me anonymous confessions and I turn them into poetry. Here is the poem I wrote for the confession, "Everyone thinks I know everything about anything and ask me questions.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand.
I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab.
When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside.
If you ask Google “what are the most essential resources to sustain human life?”
Google will tell you that food, water, oxygen and a moderate temperature are the
basic necessities for human survival.
i always wake up feeling the best at other people’s houses and other people’s beds. is it the person or is it the meds?
feed me sertraline and caffeine, inject me with all those pills and potions. give me a reason to keep living by my struggling...
My eyes are sore
I imagine the red rims
where all the thoughts swim
and melt into a dream right before me
And ignore me, the very part that i've buried
with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
It was winter where you were
and summer where I stayed
When you'd weap to me
Tell me of the previous day
My heart broke in half
With the secrets you spilled
My knees grew weak
I turned ill
I stand in the midst of this madness
The deafening sound rings out like a siren
The silence it crushes my lungs I can’t breathe
But words still escape from my mouth.
I stand on my own two feet
Everyday
Same time
Your front door creaks, did you notice?
Mine does, too.
10:30 AM, you walk out of your apartment-
The one right across the hall from mine-
And I make sure I walk out, too.
Father, I must confess, I know a man.
A very troubled man.
A man who is need of your prayers.
He is merciless like the devil,
An insomniac’s restless night,
When I was six years old I sat in a darkened closet hugging my knees to my chest.
Stupidity is a luxury
And quite frankly,
Like most luxuries,
Only the rich can truly afford it.
Wealth, money, filthy lucre.
Would you trade the world
For circular slices of metal?
You told me you loved me,
and I told you I didn't know what love was.
There must have been something desperate in my kiss,
because you showed me oh so gently how it felt.
This is a forum of confessions, my first impression leave lasting impressions, my expressions aren’t always impressive, so my expressions are in question but for the record my expression comes in different forms in the feeling I hoard
I love you but i'm not loving you freely.
I'm loving you tensely and timidly because I'm afraid to love you boldly
This I must confess
That I wonder when you will wake up and realize
What I truly am.
Because for all my fanciful thoughts and fairytales
I must confess that I will
Father, it's been two years Since my last confession Open your ears now This is my last session
Look into my eyes I'm far past tears It's useless to lie My demise is so near
Our minds are such powerful things.
They are also very devious.
My surroundings are unrealistic,
Yet I am completely oblivous.
Wanting to be heard and wanting to be saved,
It's such a struggle.
DeadStrickenFrozen StillCaught in the hustle of lifeSwept along like a dust bunnyNot knowing who's to trust
it is in this very moment that i beg for an answer.
tell me how i got here.
You want the truth?
I will confess until every sleeve is stained
Every bandage crimson.
And you shall never hear my silent screams
My actions that speak louder than anything I could ever tell you
I'm ready now
Ready for your bullshit
I can take this fight
this battle
this war
This never-ending game of drawing circles while you hog all the pencils but I
Have the eraser
A prisoner of my own mind,
Obscure is thoughts all born,
Beginning as a simple idea,
Into a recurring thought well adored.
