Poems About Confusion Seeking Friendly Advice
#confusion
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 5:22pm
16th Feb 2025 5:22pm
Dot
We were standing nearby the sea
..Drinking;
It was night
And i had travelled,
From my city
To meet my cousin;
It had not been a happy decision!
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;
But there was this thing with this state…
It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts,
Changes of routine,
That apart from the painful melody!
…Had the artistic touch?
The dark tunnels?
The unseen objects?
…You would have not seen in a normal state;
So feeling very bad!...
..Drinking;
It was night
And i had travelled,
From my city
To meet my cousin;
It had not been a happy decision!
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;
But there was this thing with this state…
It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts,
Changes of routine,
That apart from the painful melody!
…Had the artistic touch?
The dark tunnels?
The unseen objects?
…You would have not seen in a normal state;
So feeling very bad!...
#confusion
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 9:36pm
14th Feb 2025 9:36pm
un-therapy
He told me he could show me
the life I'd only dreamed of
that he could turn me
into the person I was always
meant to be
It sounded like the
psychological equivalent of
"Jesus can save you"
and if a dead man
I no longer believe in
couldn't save me from myself
I don't know what this man could do
I don't have all the answers
and I never know what I'm doing
but that doesn't mean
I need a saviour
I want to believe in him
of course
I want to believe
there is...
the life I'd only dreamed of
that he could turn me
into the person I was always
meant to be
It sounded like the
psychological equivalent of
"Jesus can save you"
and if a dead man
I no longer believe in
couldn't save me from myself
I don't know what this man could do
I don't have all the answers
and I never know what I'm doing
but that doesn't mean
I need a saviour
I want to believe in him
of course
I want to believe
there is...
#confusion
#deception
#FeelingLost #healing
#FeelingLost #healing
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 8:33pm
13th Feb 2025 8:33pm
Words
Words, words, words.
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
Innumerable words,
Endless words,
Aimless words.
Words scattered in space,
Without intent
And scope.
In the smoke room.
At the cafetteria.
At the hall.
Words that captured,
Words that gave you depression,
Words that strangulated,
Words that menaced,
Words that captured you by the throat,
And did not let you move.
Words that sprouted their tentacles
And captured their favorite prey
And spread their digestive liquids.
Eating you up!
On a silent afternoon.
In october. ...
#confusion
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:01pm
6th Feb 2025 11:01pm
make it hurt
Rip me open
break me in two
what am I supposed to do
with this heartbeat?
Your hands on my skin
YOUR hands on my skin
I want more
I want more
I want more
Don't make me beg
love me for all my sins
make love to my sins
and tell me I'm divine
when the devil owns my heart
You settle for less
than what you need
I can't be what you need
but it's okay if
you want me anyway
as long as you know
I'll let you down
(I already let you down)
Rip...
break me in two
what am I supposed to do
with this heartbeat?
Your hands on my skin
YOUR hands on my skin
I want more
I want more
I want more
Don't make me beg
love me for all my sins
make love to my sins
and tell me I'm divine
when the devil owns my heart
You settle for less
than what you need
I can't be what you need
but it's okay if
you want me anyway
as long as you know
I'll let you down
(I already let you down)
Rip...
#confusion
#love
#lover #polyamory
#lover #polyamory
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Shon
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:21pm
6th Feb 2025 8:21pm
The Storm Outside & Inside
The rain tickles the windows.
Like the stroking of a witches broom.
Scratching & clawing while i sat.
Contemplation like St Jerome.
The sound became a lashing.
Wind grew into a fierce howling.
Somehow it got inside my head.
Whistling about my chimmley pots.
Gusts & noise rose to a fever pitch.
I thought I was going insane.
It's only the wind and the rain.
I'm warm and safe indoors.
I wake up several time a night.
I sense This raging storm wind howling.
Each and every awaking.
Time is slowing down...
Like the stroking of a witches broom.
Scratching & clawing while i sat.
Contemplation like St Jerome.
The sound became a lashing.
Wind grew into a fierce howling.
Somehow it got inside my head.
Whistling about my chimmley pots.
Gusts & noise rose to a fever pitch.
I thought I was going insane.
It's only the wind and the rain.
I'm warm and safe indoors.
I wake up several time a night.
I sense This raging storm wind howling.
Each and every awaking.
Time is slowing down...
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #emptiness
#dark #emptiness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 11:53am
6th Feb 2025 11:53am
when the stars speak
Breathe
Speak
You can't take it back now
Whisper your secrets
through this midnight air
I'll look for your words
in the stars
when the storms
stop raging
I scryed the future
and saw you standing there
like a fever dream
or a drug overdose
you're the zen between
the panic attacks
you're the exhale of smoke
from frenzied lungs
you're the lucid drop
before I fall sleep
You're not real
and nothing has ever
been more real than you
I break the world...
Speak
You can't take it back now
Whisper your secrets
through this midnight air
I'll look for your words
in the stars
when the storms
stop raging
I scryed the future
and saw you standing there
like a fever dream
or a drug overdose
you're the zen between
the panic attacks
you're the exhale of smoke
from frenzied lungs
you're the lucid drop
before I fall sleep
You're not real
and nothing has ever
been more real than you
I break the world...
#confusion
#despair
#hope #loneliness
#hope #loneliness
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:08am
6th Feb 2025 3:08am
Chronic Sleep Deprivation
Day 1
Tiredness is setting in
Unable to go to sleep
My impaired concentration
Preventing me counting sheep
48 hrs
Slow processing abilities
Solutions I can't solve them
Extreme irritability
One of my many problems
Day 3
Major difficulties thinking
Microsleeps unofficially
Walls closing in and shrinking
Hallucinations seen visually
96 hrs
Distortion in perception
Revealed secrets expose us
Exhausted mental deception
Disorienting psychosis
Day 5
Complete mental breakdown...
Tiredness is setting in
Unable to go to sleep
My impaired concentration
Preventing me counting sheep
48 hrs
Slow processing abilities
Solutions I can't solve them
Extreme irritability
One of my many problems
Day 3
Major difficulties thinking
Microsleeps unofficially
Walls closing in and shrinking
Hallucinations seen visually
96 hrs
Distortion in perception
Revealed secrets expose us
Exhausted mental deception
Disorienting psychosis
Day 5
Complete mental breakdown...
#anxiety
#confusion
#despair
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
the tarrifs
The Tariffs
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
#denial
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:43pm
1st Feb 2025 8:43pm
Too Shut Down To Argue
Although I think for myself and am very intelligent, I'm not the type to argue with people. For me, it's absolutely pointless. Because I know what's likely to happen- I'm going to be treated like my opinion is less than theirs or that I'm too dumb to be having this conversation.
So, I rather not be in the conversation at all. If I'm going to be gaslit or have my opinion distorted, I rather find the truth out on my own. I don't trust others to tell me because people look down upon me, and those kinds of people have biases and motives that are rooted in lies and deception.
...
So, I rather not be in the conversation at all. If I'm going to be gaslit or have my opinion distorted, I rather find the truth out on my own. I don't trust others to tell me because people look down upon me, and those kinds of people have biases and motives that are rooted in lies and deception.
...
#confusion
#fear
#sadness
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Maple666
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 8:59am
1st Feb 2025 8:59am
FACE
The many dimensions and aspects of a face of the human kind
Walking a path than can trip you at times when the terrain is the nitty gritty stuff. Rocks instead of grass and you fall on your arse and sink down past tree roots and shoots of daffodils that felt like hope.
You are on a downward trajectory and you feel that life has choked out all your funny quips and jokes and smoothed your laughter lines but left an anxiety riddled complexion and a nervous tic and a mind jacked on steroids flexing the muscles of ruminating.
It has left you feeling like you are...
Walking a path than can trip you at times when the terrain is the nitty gritty stuff. Rocks instead of grass and you fall on your arse and sink down past tree roots and shoots of daffodils that felt like hope.
You are on a downward trajectory and you feel that life has choked out all your funny quips and jokes and smoothed your laughter lines but left an anxiety riddled complexion and a nervous tic and a mind jacked on steroids flexing the muscles of ruminating.
It has left you feeling like you are...
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#confusion
#disappointment
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moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
Blah 8-2-oh
Why do we torture ourselves with this shit?
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
#apathy
#confusion
#dystopian
#fate
#universe
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
the charade
The Charade
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
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