Poems About Myself Seeking Friendly Advice
#myself
Poems about myself seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Absentia
The mental retention
of retinol steroidal injections-
do I detect a note of rejection?
In case we fail the inspection,
and these lesions grow larger,
let's have a lager and creator/daughter
inside outer; it's the upside of being a space otter.
Now, if I seek, will you hide me?
Big voice speak, and ride me?
Of course it's over, under the radon
and up with the breeze.
Shoot me already, this fluff makes me
sneeze.
of retinol steroidal injections-
do I detect a note of rejection?
In case we fail the inspection,
and these lesions grow larger,
let's have a lager and creator/daughter
inside outer; it's the upside of being a space otter.
Now, if I seek, will you hide me?
Big voice speak, and ride me?
Of course it's over, under the radon
and up with the breeze.
Shoot me already, this fluff makes me
sneeze.
#love
#TruthOfLife
#myself #ThrillSeeking
#myself #ThrillSeeking
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2 Comments
Tongue-in-cheek self-critique
This is hopeless.
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
This so-called poem
Is making me gag.
Dead on arrival
Complete with toe tag.
See what happens when
You try to write dopeless?
The muse, as you can see,
Has not yet come,
Nor are you, with your lack of talent,
Likely to be
Or not to be clever
On your own.
Who cares, dude?
You wanna get sued?
Your raggedy-ass rhyme
Is, to be blunt, a crime.
Whatever.
You have not sacrificed enough.
You have made the bed, ...
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
57 reads
4 Comments
Simply Me
Some might say I come from the earth
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
Or my mother’s womb, but I am something
More than skin and bones. Some might
Say I am a daughter or a friend or a sister,
But I am worth far more than the hearth
You lay your feet at. I am the one sculpting
Words so people sleep better late at night.
I am the bright sun in the middle of winter.
So be careful for what you wish for when
You say you want to be just like me as
I can be a daydream or your single worst
Nightmare. I am the changes in the wind.
To the world I am the...
#sister
#identity
#myself #daughter
#myself #daughter
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2 Comments
Empty Handed
If this is what I look like alone
I'll rear back my fist and break the glass
as I crumble away just like a stone
nothing in my life will ever last
Inside my own mind I wonder why
I wonder why this happened to me
maybe it's because I didn't try
or maybe it's because I'm naive
While some things are lost and never meant to find
I try to pick up the pieces to my life
because I just want to do the best I can
I want to put something in these empty hands
(Chorus)
So this is what it feels like to die ...
I'll rear back my fist and break the glass
as I crumble away just like a stone
nothing in my life will ever last
Inside my own mind I wonder why
I wonder why this happened to me
maybe it's because I didn't try
or maybe it's because I'm naive
While some things are lost and never meant to find
I try to pick up the pieces to my life
because I just want to do the best I can
I want to put something in these empty hands
(Chorus)
So this is what it feels like to die ...
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics #myself
#lyrics #myself
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1 Comment
Thanks for the Read, Sugar Tits - A story of love, lose, and hot pockets.
is it better if you only knew
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
this book by it's cover?
maybe there's not much story to tell
would you get bored by the backstory?
unimpressed at how simple it all is
or even worse
think I'm some kind of freak
tired of the filler
can we just start with a simple 'hello'?
enjoy each other's company
without there being expectations
feels like each line, each word
is a trail to the end
are there parts you like and dislike?
tear out the pages you don't want
tear out parts of my existence
what can I say to...
#books
#myself
#ThrillSeeking
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8 Comments
Half My Story
grew up in rough places
kids like me fighting
everyday another scene
at night hearing screams
seeing drugs and whores in the hallway
moved away to another state
didn't have much
and it showed
mom, why are the cops here?
dad, where's my brother?
and why is my sister crying in the living room?
couldn't take it so I was always gone
got into the wrong crowd
got into drugs
broke into people's houses
stole shit just to take it
my uncle was in a band
taught me a few cords
learned the power of words
...
kids like me fighting
everyday another scene
at night hearing screams
seeing drugs and whores in the hallway
moved away to another state
didn't have much
and it showed
mom, why are the cops here?
dad, where's my brother?
and why is my sister crying in the living room?
couldn't take it so I was always gone
got into the wrong crowd
got into drugs
broke into people's houses
stole shit just to take it
my uncle was in a band
taught me a few cords
learned the power of words
...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
98 reads
6 Comments
Power
Power...
#identity
#politics
#myself
#culture
#SelfWorth
228 reads
17 Comments
Maybe Me Maybe
I was born to be free, yes little ole me, just a ripple in the sea. Who am I, maybe just a name carved into a tree. Maybe I am the sweet nectar of a flower. That stirs the buzzing of bees. Maybe I am sweet words, that makes hearts fill with glee. Maybe I am the invisible, visibility that no one could see. Maybe I am the words falling from your lips, or maybe I am a bunny hop, or maybe I am just words that sound so groovy and hip. Maybe I am the wine in your glass, or maybe the sip. Maybe I am who you say I am maybe I am not. Could it be that I am cold, until life makes me hot....
#identity
#myself
79 reads
5 Comments
Forget to Forge Yourself
I'm tired - I feel my mind asleep
I'm tired - My focus I cannot keep
I'm tired - Gasping for air in a yawn
I'm tired - I've got to be awake for my dawn
I'm weak - I've everything to turn
I'm weak - My mind will ultimately burn
I'm weak - Fall away down, to above
I'm weak - I'll listen close to learn real love
Forget yourself - Fly away
Discover identity another way
Leave all behind - Be brand new
Discover a final, brighter view
I'm cold - I'm eating my soul
I'm cold - I'm swallowing whole
I'm cold - My...
I'm tired - My focus I cannot keep
I'm tired - Gasping for air in a yawn
I'm tired - I've got to be awake for my dawn
I'm weak - I've everything to turn
I'm weak - My mind will ultimately burn
I'm weak - Fall away down, to above
I'm weak - I'll listen close to learn real love
Forget yourself - Fly away
Discover identity another way
Leave all behind - Be brand new
Discover a final, brighter view
I'm cold - I'm eating my soul
I'm cold - I'm swallowing whole
I'm cold - My...
#myself
#learning
#SelfReflection
#meditation
#hurt
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0 Comments
(Kindred)
My passive anxiety spikes surrounding my heart
I want to be aware
I feel my mind fading into the dark
I don't want to care
I write myself as if I could possibly matter
I don't want to leave
I think my brain an imposing tracker
My personality I bereave
Am I too analytical for my own good
Am I your comical for my old food
Am I running away from myself
Am I ignoring emotional stealth
At one point, I thought myself mature
I guess I lied (to myself)
Let it all bleed, freedom from the future
Hands emotion tied...
I want to be aware
I feel my mind fading into the dark
I don't want to care
I write myself as if I could possibly matter
I don't want to leave
I think my brain an imposing tracker
My personality I bereave
Am I too analytical for my own good
Am I your comical for my old food
Am I running away from myself
Am I ignoring emotional stealth
At one point, I thought myself mature
I guess I lied (to myself)
Let it all bleed, freedom from the future
Hands emotion tied...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
64 reads
1 Comment
Days Go By
Day 27.2746.107.1]
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
As I walked into the giant, parabolic shaped hangar, the fading stench of the old blood and uncleaned floors wreaked havoc upon my nostrils. They burned as though someone was taking a match to the inside of my nose. As I walked further into the room it smelled of old sweat and stale and rotting food. The floors were stained with the remains of those that had failed before and the walls were soaked with the screams of pain and suffering. And yet they were sturdy. Firm. Un-resilient in their fight to be nothing more than a structure.
My personification...
#depression
#identity
#technology #myself
#technology #myself
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1 Comment
My Poetry
Thoughts dancing on the page
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#WritingPoetry
80 reads
3 Comments
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