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Confessional Poetry Quotes

“Leaches Ten Tall by Stewart Stafford Don't play this game with me, Predatory whelk of tide pools, Taint me as Rigoletto to a bawd, Floundering florist to my bee. Devotion twisted to a changeling, Now a jealous twin in the shadows, From dancing partner to judge; Delicate consensus to harshest critic. Slice of cold shoulder sandwich, Sup the chalice of icy comfort, Not snowfall on Christmas morn, Oaken boards trodden in a manger. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

“I wrote this song for you — to chase you, till devouring You.”

“When they tell only lies, you've no choice but to tell only truth. The Equalizer comes a knocking and so you answer, or else the door gets kicked down. But be sure you have faced the mirror on your worst day before you attempt to balance the scales. If someone was able to deceive you, there is self-deception within waiting to be discovered.”

“there are no soft rests here, no bird songs and Mother's yellow branches to swing me. only hideous lullabies and grotesque poems hung on the wind, everywhere. they swirl around as if dusts from mad city, and dirty smokes from factories, and i inhale all of them. like cannabis. i inhale it more often that i fancy mosquitoes and its bites as Mother's kiss, touch, a basketful of love.”

“In a sense she [Sylvia Plath] was the victim of an obsessive talent that sent her out into the world to gather sensations and seek wounds that could provide creative inspiration. Having acquired the wounds she stuck her fingers into them, turning the pain and blood into lines of highly subjective poetry that both repel and fascinate the reader.”

“How would I define my work Emotional Roller Coaster? "It is not just a book — it is a living heartbeat. A hybrid memoir, where poetry meets confession, where every wound becomes voice, and every silence learns how to sing. It is the testimony of a soul that has fallen, burned, and yet has risen again — stitched together with faith, with scars, and with truth.”

“A Momentary Flicker by Stewart Stafford Keeper of pristine candlelight, In corrupted hourglass time, Chest-pumped at your "yield"— So why asset-strip mine? You claim we shed virginity together, A lecherous faux-naif purloins truth, My age will be the years you get— That collar shall be your noose. Your crimes are beyond absolution, Your extant sextant for baleful stars, Fevered pleas and penitent sighs, To a confessional's hidden bars. So why scalpel-slit a seeping scar? Karma totals defrocked degradation, A besmeared, hacked-up oil painting— Damnation's inferno predation. Your words, woven with deception, Vanish like smoke from a flame. From shaded rebirth, I set forth. I reclaim my dawn, my light, my name. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”