Confessional Poems
#confessional
Confessional poetry gets inside the head of the author, exploring their repressed anguish or deepest emotions. Revealing and personal poems, which often describe parts of the author's life which are not usually in the public domain. Confessional poetry is a style of writing which emerged in the 1950s and 1960s.
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Pressure
Will someone be my stomach
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
So I don’t have to eat
Will someone be my eyes
So I don’t have to see
Will someone be my mind
So I don’t have to think
Will someone be my ears
So I don’t have to hear
Will someone be my smile
So I don’t have to laugh
Will someone be my heart
So I don’t have to feel
Will someone be my nose
So I don’t have to smell
Will someone be my voice
So I don’t have to speak
Will someone be my arms
So I don’t have to hug
Can...
#anxiety
#confessional
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
#MentalHealth #NaPoWriMo2024
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My Heart Is A Bonfire
I voyage onward
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
Somewhere between the wreckage and the destination
Trying to decipher it all in the analytics of a fractured observation
Overshadowed by the light of days coinciding
The thunder of these moments, memories fighting
Trying to find my spotlight in the sun
Get me over my self
When the heart beat is heavy for ego driven reflections
In these broken record serenades of acceptance cravings for the damages of rejections
My thoughts betray me to heartache
Overdosing on overrated highs
There’s blood on my hands...
#identity
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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My house
My house is mystic
My house is a monastery
I dig on its tiles
And oh
I find secrets
I find secrets.
My house is a monastery
I dig on its tiles
And oh
I find secrets
I find secrets.
#confessional
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Circular neurotic thoughts
Applause to my depression
Circular neurotic thoughts
That write all the poetry for me
All I have is just sit
And let the guy do the work.
Circular neurotic thoughts
That write all the poetry for me
All I have is just sit
And let the guy do the work.
#confessional
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duality
10 of 30
go ahead
I dare you
test my strength
it’s a little known secret
I go nowhere without backup
it’s never just me
he knew this
I warned him
he just didn't listen
maybe he thought himself immune
...silly fool
when my safety is in jeopardy
she's always there for me
my hidden weapon
even I didn't know she existed
until we came together
unexpectedly
always in moments of crisis
she emerges from the aether
the first time...
I watched as she emerged ...
go ahead
I dare you
test my strength
it’s a little known secret
I go nowhere without backup
it’s never just me
he knew this
I warned him
he just didn't listen
maybe he thought himself immune
...silly fool
when my safety is in jeopardy
she's always there for me
my hidden weapon
even I didn't know she existed
until we came together
unexpectedly
always in moments of crisis
she emerges from the aether
the first time...
I watched as she emerged ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#PTSD #NaPoWriMo2024
#PTSD #NaPoWriMo2024
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Troubles
I have a lot of troubles nowdays
They roam in repetitive patterns
And suckle me up
I used to chuckle once in a while
To a song
A dog
A fairy tale
I do not do it these days
And to add it up
I pee sometimes often
Sometimes once in a while
And it makes me shy.
They roam in repetitive patterns
And suckle me up
I used to chuckle once in a while
To a song
A dog
A fairy tale
I do not do it these days
And to add it up
I pee sometimes often
Sometimes once in a while
And it makes me shy.
#confessional
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The truth feels so f**king good
#women
#sex
#porn
#motivational
#confessional
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I Need Just A Few Moments Here
Almost as important
as that morning coffee
I need a few moments
to feel this body respond
To allow this mind to revel
in pleasurable things
Sometimes I choose to store it
harnessing that powerful energy
for a later time
And sometimes I am weak to the charms
of the imagination and exterior influences,
knowing that pressing need
must be satisfied
before I can tackle the day ahead
I'm still undecided what today will be.
as that morning coffee
I need a few moments
to feel this body respond
To allow this mind to revel
in pleasurable things
Sometimes I choose to store it
harnessing that powerful energy
for a later time
And sometimes I am weak to the charms
of the imagination and exterior influences,
knowing that pressing need
must be satisfied
before I can tackle the day ahead
I'm still undecided what today will be.
#lust
#confessional
#choices
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Get Out Of My Way
Chances for success,
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or...
not gone.
Peace of mind, still achievable.
True love, still waiting in the wings.
What prevents these
heartfelt fantasies
from becoming
tangible realities?
Under whose thumb
am I opressed?
Someone who, ostensibly
knows me best.
One who constantly
pierces me
with arrows of insecurity.
Convinces me
that no one could
ever truly love me
with my life
in such a mess.
Tells me when
I see my reflection
that mirrors don't lie.
You'll never be
fit, or...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
#SelfDiscovery #SelfWorth
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To flinch
To flinch
How familiar I am with it
How well I know it
At home
At love
At work
To become a sea shell
That never ever talks to anyone
For anything.
How familiar I am with it
How well I know it
At home
At love
At work
To become a sea shell
That never ever talks to anyone
For anything.
#confessional
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2 chonks & a granny
8 of 30
cat people tend to be the butt of jokes
you know the old saying...
...crazy cat lady...guilty as charged
let me tell you something though
these ladies saved me
when we entered isolation status
they were my only companions
my motivation to keep moving
Bella is the eldest...rolling into her 16th year
just starting to show signs of dementia
leaving the room & crying...as if to say
I can't remember where I left ya
she always calms when I call out
you'd never know it now...
but in her youth...
cat people tend to be the butt of jokes
you know the old saying...
...crazy cat lady...guilty as charged
let me tell you something though
these ladies saved me
when we entered isolation status
they were my only companions
my motivation to keep moving
Bella is the eldest...rolling into her 16th year
just starting to show signs of dementia
leaving the room & crying...as if to say
I can't remember where I left ya
she always calms when I call out
you'd never know it now...
but in her youth...
#cats
#confessional
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Don't Read
you need
no invitation
to veiw these
written words
brutal confessional
highlights
that each syllable
describes so well
bloody scratches
scraping along paper
letters as glass shards
penetrating eyealls
spreading across lines
dark emotional stress
cracking pressure points
i'm still here worse luck
brutalising unwitting senses
creating unsafe environments
had enough yet
is this not relatable
its functional depression
without pretty colours
holding back tidal waves ...
no invitation
to veiw these
written words
brutal confessional
highlights
that each syllable
describes so well
bloody scratches
scraping along paper
letters as glass shards
penetrating eyealls
spreading across lines
dark emotional stress
cracking pressure points
i'm still here worse luck
brutalising unwitting senses
creating unsafe environments
had enough yet
is this not relatable
its functional depression
without pretty colours
holding back tidal waves ...
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2024
#WritingPoetry #NaPoWriMo2024
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