Poems About Myself Seeking Friendly Advice
#myself
Poems about myself seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
It’s Time
I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching the last few days…
I’m laying down my sword and my armor. And I’m not publishing my memoir, because even though it will further liberate me, it will hurt the only person I have ever truly loved.
I can’t always work so hard to be heard or prove myself, not when it’s at the expense of someone else, and that’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.
So, now I begin the process of reinventing Mary or enhancing Mary, who knows? All I know, is I want to learn to be soft. Not fragile, but soft. Like my body ;)
I’m laying down my sword and my armor. And I’m not publishing my memoir, because even though it will further liberate me, it will hurt the only person I have ever truly loved.
I can’t always work so hard to be heard or prove myself, not when it’s at the expense of someone else, and that’s what I’ve been doing my whole life.
So, now I begin the process of reinventing Mary or enhancing Mary, who knows? All I know, is I want to learn to be soft. Not fragile, but soft. Like my body ;)
#confessional
#myself
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Vanilla
May be the color of my skin
Certainly has nothing to do
With the color of my play
Must be the fire in my hair
Or my eyes
Either way
I only know
Spice
Certainly has nothing to do
With the color of my play
Must be the fire in my hair
Or my eyes
Either way
I only know
Spice
#myself
#sexy
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Absence Unspoken
I was gone for a while,
Sick and weary, body ailing.
A cold, a fever, taking their toll -
Apologies, my friends, I must make.
My virtual companions,
You who I hold dear,
Even though you did not ask
Of my time away, my absence here.
Yet you color my thoughts,
Your words a vibrant hue.
Poetry binds us, I know this true -
More than the author, the words shine through.
I returned, no messages awaiting,
No one seeming to care I was gone.
Perhaps my absence went unnoticed,
My reappearance just as swiftly...
Sick and weary, body ailing.
A cold, a fever, taking their toll -
Apologies, my friends, I must make.
My virtual companions,
You who I hold dear,
Even though you did not ask
Of my time away, my absence here.
Yet you color my thoughts,
Your words a vibrant hue.
Poetry binds us, I know this true -
More than the author, the words shine through.
I returned, no messages awaiting,
No one seeming to care I was gone.
Perhaps my absence went unnoticed,
My reappearance just as swiftly...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection #WritingPoetry
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There Isn’t a Cuss Word Strong Enough
Follow up appointment this Thursday
Three months post-op
Everything had been perfect
I’ve been able to do everything
And some
(even got the doc’s permission, poor man’s face was beet red when I was finished with my questions)
Until yesterday
When my foot swelled
And I could no longer put weight on it
And now something
Maybe a screw?
One of those plates?
Something is moving around in there
Who knows
All I know
Is now
Those fuck me shoes
Are even further...
Three months post-op
Everything had been perfect
I’ve been able to do everything
And some
(even got the doc’s permission, poor man’s face was beet red when I was finished with my questions)
Until yesterday
When my foot swelled
And I could no longer put weight on it
And now something
Maybe a screw?
One of those plates?
Something is moving around in there
Who knows
All I know
Is now
Those fuck me shoes
Are even further...
#illness
#myself
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I don’t know how…
I don’t know how
To do things half-assed
How to be indifferent
How to not wear my heart on my sleeve
Let you not get to me
Pretend like the world is flat
And my emotions are too
How to be bland
Not feel passion in everything
How not to have wonder
And experience everything as if it's the first time
I don't know how to let you know
That I have to let go
Because if I don’t
You’ll regret it
Possibly worse than me
To do things half-assed
How to be indifferent
How to not wear my heart on my sleeve
Let you not get to me
Pretend like the world is flat
And my emotions are too
How to be bland
Not feel passion in everything
How not to have wonder
And experience everything as if it's the first time
I don't know how to let you know
That I have to let go
Because if I don’t
You’ll regret it
Possibly worse than me
#MovingOn
#myself
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Watch Me Be Pathetic
sometimes I need
somebody to believe in me
my arms are weak
from holding up all this pain
would it be pathetic
to ask for your arms around me
because these internal tears
won't stop flowing
and these nights
sure get lonely
my pride always gets in the way
told myself break your back
not because I want too
but because I have too
sure would be nice
to have someone to help carry the load
afraid to be vulnerable
been betrayed so many times
don't know if my heart can take it
I don't know...
somebody to believe in me
my arms are weak
from holding up all this pain
would it be pathetic
to ask for your arms around me
because these internal tears
won't stop flowing
and these nights
sure get lonely
my pride always gets in the way
told myself break your back
not because I want too
but because I have too
sure would be nice
to have someone to help carry the load
afraid to be vulnerable
been betrayed so many times
don't know if my heart can take it
I don't know...
#depression
#myself
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Inconducive
24/30
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
Inconducive
Dropped a shiny nickel down a well
Hoping for a splash
Hearing a kerplunk
What???
I should have known
expected this arid bit
no more energy
for no more spit
Been getting by on
perhaps, due to the well
having been dug deeper
from a hole an “Alice”
fell into chasing rabbits
or wishful dreams
(thinking)
I wish I was thinking
then I wouldn’t have to
ruminate something
out of thin musty old
air in the depths of
my ancient history
buried in a...
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
#WritersBlock
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the process
21 of 30
I jot a thought & save it
hoping to complete it later
sometimes it works
others...not so much
& I'm left with a buncha scraps of this & that
no idea where I was originally heading
so I set them aside
again...for eventual retrieval
I think my muse has a prickly personality
obstinate to a fault
refusing my attempts to channel our thinking
she clearly has other ideas
{apparently mine are too boring}
I'd appreciate it if she'd share her own musings
{pun intended...}
give me a...
I jot a thought & save it
hoping to complete it later
sometimes it works
others...not so much
& I'm left with a buncha scraps of this & that
no idea where I was originally heading
so I set them aside
again...for eventual retrieval
I think my muse has a prickly personality
obstinate to a fault
refusing my attempts to channel our thinking
she clearly has other ideas
{apparently mine are too boring}
I'd appreciate it if she'd share her own musings
{pun intended...}
give me a...
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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4 Comments
Disassociated
19/30
Disassociated
Trying my best to do my inner work
Being content with myself
with
no god
no friend
no lover
no mentor
not giving in to the temptation
to digest mushrooms
or CBD gummies
or massive amounts of libation
(as if the alcohol would surpass
and be stronger than the mind-
altering natural shit)
I believe, at one time, I was
ever alone, happy, WITHOUT
anything ….. anyone
to get me to that higher plane
of consciousness,
that existence
Somewhere...
Disassociated
Trying my best to do my inner work
Being content with myself
with
no god
no friend
no lover
no mentor
not giving in to the temptation
to digest mushrooms
or CBD gummies
or massive amounts of libation
(as if the alcohol would surpass
and be stronger than the mind-
altering natural shit)
I believe, at one time, I was
ever alone, happy, WITHOUT
anything ….. anyone
to get me to that higher plane
of consciousness,
that existence
Somewhere...
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
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1 Comment
QUANTA
18/30
QUANTA
Got more than my daily dose
of vitamin “D”
which hurriedly knocked me
into a lackadaisical stupor
I did not feel like writing,
let alone, anything worth
accomplishing to
fruition
so I took me a lengthy nap
Woke up thinking about
the poker game
with the neighbors, yesterday
and 3 of us trying to
explain to one the
interaction (definition) of
Quantum Entanglement
with varied success.
I think she is still confused
61...
QUANTA
Got more than my daily dose
of vitamin “D”
which hurriedly knocked me
into a lackadaisical stupor
I did not feel like writing,
let alone, anything worth
accomplishing to
fruition
so I took me a lengthy nap
Woke up thinking about
the poker game
with the neighbors, yesterday
and 3 of us trying to
explain to one the
interaction (definition) of
Quantum Entanglement
with varied success.
I think she is still confused
61...
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
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1 Comment
Quiet And Loud
I don’t quite know myself yet
I don’t think anyone ever knows the full extent
Of their true being
No matter how long they have been on
This earth
But what I do know
Is that I am happy
And proud
I can be wholly and undeniably me
I’m so grateful for everything.
I don’t think anyone ever knows the full extent
Of their true being
No matter how long they have been on
This earth
But what I do know
Is that I am happy
And proud
I can be wholly and undeniably me
I’m so grateful for everything.
#gratitude
#myself
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Back to the Old Me
Is it truth or fantasy?
From now on
That’s the way it will be
Going back to the old me
Gotta keep ya’ll guessing
No longer in a cage
I’ve been set free
I don’t have the need
To spill all my honesty
Anymore
From now on
That’s the way it will be
Going back to the old me
Gotta keep ya’ll guessing
No longer in a cage
I’ve been set free
I don’t have the need
To spill all my honesty
Anymore
#myself
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