Self Poems by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Poems published by members most recently online.
Wabi-Sabi
In my wabi-sabi, imperfection, and melancholy as
the weight is lifted from my shoulder with the
the essence of something blue, and the ups and
downs with moments of silence shared with my
muse beneath a shadow, come tomorrow of
intimacy with my wabi-sabi
the weight is lifted from my shoulder with the
the essence of something blue, and the ups and
downs with moments of silence shared with my
muse beneath a shadow, come tomorrow of
intimacy with my wabi-sabi
#identity
#motivational
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Ist Heut Ein Platz Aus Stahl
Broken snow globes
coldly misplaced around a dying fireplace
Cracks forming within realities resolve
for a second there it sounded like she said
Half mumbled truths
or was it stories of bygone days?
These well worn tracks
marked cross roads of well trodden suffering
Once one little taste
harmless partaking from Sugarman's bag of treats
Still beating heart dances
ripped out from chest cavity
Fitting somehow
throwing caution to the wind
...
coldly misplaced around a dying fireplace
Cracks forming within realities resolve
for a second there it sounded like she said
Half mumbled truths
or was it stories of bygone days?
These well worn tracks
marked cross roads of well trodden suffering
Once one little taste
harmless partaking from Sugarman's bag of treats
Still beating heart dances
ripped out from chest cavity
Fitting somehow
throwing caution to the wind
...
#SelfDiscovery
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Dont tip my scales (libra)
I`m warning you: dont tip My scales
its taken years of fine detail
lifes see-saw with its ups & downs
the equilibrium so rarely found
For you behold a happy man
so bend and ear and I`ll expand
look to the heavens, its secret keep
our birthright, we are tied replete
Storm or tempest headed not
all those hotheads loose the plot!
while others carp. wail and moan
just placid notes do I condone
To sail on life with even keel
still forge ahead with caution steeled
for the stars have cast my DNA
I cannot...
its taken years of fine detail
lifes see-saw with its ups & downs
the equilibrium so rarely found
For you behold a happy man
so bend and ear and I`ll expand
look to the heavens, its secret keep
our birthright, we are tied replete
Storm or tempest headed not
all those hotheads loose the plot!
while others carp. wail and moan
just placid notes do I condone
To sail on life with even keel
still forge ahead with caution steeled
for the stars have cast my DNA
I cannot...
#astrology
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Icarus
History is unkind to my kind
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
Mankind so horrid we can only call them man
I’m a star burned too bright
The ripples of my nova will burn for miles
But I am made not of purple or gold
I am a hurt made of dust and rock
A fool for the history books
I am the too hot and too small and too much
Gone and going on forever
I may never fall beneath the waves
I have not wings to melt
But I still see the world too high
I can’t catch up
I was chasing the sky
I couldn’t seem to grab hold
Icarus
By name
#emptiness
#hate
#shame
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Masking Death With Life
The death mask laid upon my face
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Angel of My Lyceum Dreams
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
Caravansary of souls
Where my tender sprout of youth
Lived after the steam of tears
Misted into ghosts in the crystal ball
Of a womanly vision
For my future dream
Of return to the lost carousel
Of the doctorate dreams
I’d left for dead
The corpse of a hope
So long on life support
Whose plug I’d pulled ...
#college
#despair
#dreams
#hope
#women
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A writer's heartache
I only wanna go
where no one's ever been
create something new
to call my own!
Give me
someone who understands my vision
flowing through me like a drug
Different stimulation
brings out
true creation
When I try to find it
some understand my views
but to most, it fails miserably
I will never set boundaries
If it connects, then great!
Usually it's a lonely, addicted frustration
Will you find me?
I'll never understand
why nobody sees my perspective
I will stand my...
where no one's ever been
create something new
to call my own!
Give me
someone who understands my vision
flowing through me like a drug
Different stimulation
brings out
true creation
When I try to find it
some understand my views
but to most, it fails miserably
I will never set boundaries
If it connects, then great!
Usually it's a lonely, addicted frustration
Will you find me?
I'll never understand
why nobody sees my perspective
I will stand my...
#confessional
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfWorth
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Just how I feel while writing those epic poems
I am sorry for pushing you.
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
It is just a dream of mine.
Been walking in your shoes
without asking you if it's fine.
I always get unpleasant
as the centre of attention
and social skills, too hesitant,
cannot provoke a mention.
So ... I've lost it there.
The will to impress with my dreams.
It's just me where
I walk on the streets emptily, it seems...
I want to withdraw and rest in a tomb
without ever talking to anyone again....
and carry in my tainted womb
the fantasy children from dreamy men...
...
#identity
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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Why do you feel lost all the time?
#abuse
#hurt
#manipulation #sadness
#manipulation #sadness
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Ten Thousand Things Alive
I am ten thousand things alive
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
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On Life Journey I Keep Trying
Along with my ego side by side walking
Not ego driven on life journey I keep trying
Carried away by its powers soul losing
A risk of the infection of perfection attaining
A beauty in disguise my self I keep reminding
A challenging inner struggle worth leading
Delving into ego complexities soul transforming
In rivers of inner harmony how I long bathing
Not ego driven on life journey I keep trying
Carried away by its powers soul losing
A risk of the infection of perfection attaining
A beauty in disguise my self I keep reminding
A challenging inner struggle worth leading
Delving into ego complexities soul transforming
In rivers of inner harmony how I long bathing
#confessional
#learning
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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11 Comments
I need release
There’s a sickening deep feeling from the hallows of my chest
My insides twinge and churn
I claw at my guts
I need release
I can feel my skin crawling
My thoughts weigh heavy
I need release
I chew my right nails, then the left
I twist my hair between my fingers
I can feel my scalp itching
I pluck one hair, then two, but two’s not enough but three’s too many
What do I do?
I can’t think
I can’t focus
I can’t speak
I need release
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins
They feel like they’re...
My insides twinge and churn
I claw at my guts
I need release
I can feel my skin crawling
My thoughts weigh heavy
I need release
I chew my right nails, then the left
I twist my hair between my fingers
I can feel my scalp itching
I pluck one hair, then two, but two’s not enough but three’s too many
What do I do?
I can’t think
I can’t focus
I can’t speak
I need release
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins
They feel like they’re...
#anxiety
#conflict
#FeelingTrapped
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3 Comments
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