Confessions
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What could this all be about?
You creep into almost all of my dreams.
I just thought that I forgot about you again, or so it seems.
I honestly haven't seen you in years.
However, forgetting you never comes near.
I'm not the girl you remember, a mean face, but submissive, nice to most, & sweet.
I tossed her to the wolves, no eviction notice, they ate her alive, fresh meat, bona petit.
For days, I sat down wanting to writeFor days, I made excuses as to why I wasn'tFor days, I put my life on hold over petty reasonsBut I guess it's timeTime to write on whatever surface I get
Long live obsessed with kept secretsI’ll find them in men of all kindsDaisies wash awayOne by one I call out the ones who Double dealed, fake, and flaked.I’m just looking for absolution
Try not to let them see you sweat, or in your case, glisten. But if ever your heart is heavy, your face wet, I'm always here to listen. Not just willing, baby I'm insisting. Let me kiss away, the stress of every day. Been working all day?
I start to confess my true feelings
Because I love you
I laugh at your jokes
Because I love you
I fight back anxiety whenever you're around
Because I love you
A peek into my eyes and you see nothing.
I hide my emotions well, may be too well.
I am very good at it, the result of decades of practice.
Might even venture to say that I have mastered the art of emotional silence.
When I say BLACK LIVE MATTER, this is what I mean;
Imagine me before a wild uncontrollable fire with a fire
Extinguisher in my hand, it is all I have to beat back the
Flames that threaten to devour me. When I say,
I cant breathe! YOUR world suffocates me.
YOUR world, Yes! YOUR world because
You have never made me feel welcomed in it.
Am very much the alien, lost in YOUR world.
Never ceasing to remind me that I am different.
If I see you and you don't see me
I will go DARLING
And you will know I am calling to you
Late night conversations make you learn a lot about the people you thought you knew,
with liquor savored on our lips, and the night sky above, everything seemed infinite.
She draws with graphite
and charcol and pens
I draw with my words
that is all I know and have ever known.
My grandma teaches me with
paints on her lap
I was a "messy painter," not a
My confidence swells as I realize,
I am better than ever to those amber, brown eyes.
They widen as I draw near,
Everything but inferior,
In her presence I feel
I want to tell you I will do anything to keep what we have together,
That I will try to follow through and give my effort to do better.
I must confess to you, my dear,
There’s something about the night
And the feeling of paper beneath ink
That draws out confessions like a canvas to the painter
I must confess to you, dear,
Our clan is crumbling
behind closed doors
sealed with pride
and locked by sorrow,
seen by all
yet known by none.
The walls are glass
but windows opaque
reflect suspicion
A lot of people know me as
@haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz"
Or lockedinabirdcage
Analyzing why paper beats rock
And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk
Or 15byerha
The patterns of life are so lost
Just fragments and reflections
20 bucks but no cost
Kneel down and say your confessions
Once again I find my self
I love learning, but I'm tired of school.
Tired of teachers who just don't get you & make you drool.
I'm sick of them thinking they own my life..
They don't realize that once I walk out that classroom, each day, ..
It's been ages.
Ages since I've written anything down.
Since I've allowed verses to be thought.
It's been forever since choppy sentences unvailed my inner emotions.
So here it goes.
Sometimes, sometimes when I find…
That my voice is so tiny, so especially paltry.
I can’t help but think how reality seems so bleak.
It seems like nothing,
Not even a spark of
Danielle's my favorite teacher
I'd tell her all the time
If she wasn't far too busy
Keeping me from knives
She told me that she loved me
And when I asked her "why?"
My insecurities has taken Over all things me I can feel the change in my mind the hurt in my heart I no longer believe the words that are said I'm dead In the inside with no hopes of coming back you have broke me down to my last there is nothing
I catch myself at times.Lost in thought...of him.Thinking of the times I've had.With him.The memories of us are fading now.At first I used to think of him99 times a day...then 98...97...96...
anger with frustration
is a nasty combination
with a little confusion
and you mind will cave in
head simply spinning
can't concentrate
forget the date
and run in hell's direction
Have I ever told you
That I practice bondage
with serpent tongues
of crime scene tape, unwinding, like
Medusa coils and Rapunzelline sighs?
I was a Stopper, a panic, a coil,
Watching. With Awe. as my life would spoil
Away with fear as I lay in my slumber.
Falsely believing my days were numbered.
Immortal souls don't last forever.
They are taken by greed.
Frozen in time and space.
Never changing.
Ceasing to live.
