Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Poly-zilla
She says she doesn't get polyamory
and I return back to reading just me,
just me at the tender age of six by
Silverstein as a curious little creature.
How I rolled my eyes getting older
hearing myself getting called
a home wreck or a fuck boy,
I would imagine myself growing
tall, stomping around restaurants
shoving human beings down the
well of my throat in one go
FYI: i'm not Poly-zilla.
So I asked her, how do you feel
when the sun begins to shine?
then she proceeded to tell...
and I return back to reading just me,
just me at the tender age of six by
Silverstein as a curious little creature.
How I rolled my eyes getting older
hearing myself getting called
a home wreck or a fuck boy,
I would imagine myself growing
tall, stomping around restaurants
shoving human beings down the
well of my throat in one go
FYI: i'm not Poly-zilla.
So I asked her, how do you feel
when the sun begins to shine?
then she proceeded to tell...
#LGBT
#polyamory
#relationships
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Elpis
It was when outside
It was a torrid evening
But inside you had the chill,
And not even the flames of hell
Would have been enough
To warm your soul.
When sitting
By the sea
Drinking vodka
Surrounded by a crowd
And feeling tremendously alone,
You no longer looked at the horizon,
But at the bottom of the glass,
And seeing your reflection
You wondered since when
You had that lost gaze.
It was there, at the bottom of that glass,
That Elpis gave you
The spark in the darkness,
The North Star
In the...
It was a torrid evening
But inside you had the chill,
And not even the flames of hell
Would have been enough
To warm your soul.
When sitting
By the sea
Drinking vodka
Surrounded by a crowd
And feeling tremendously alone,
You no longer looked at the horizon,
But at the bottom of the glass,
And seeing your reflection
You wondered since when
You had that lost gaze.
It was there, at the bottom of that glass,
That Elpis gave you
The spark in the darkness,
The North Star
In the...
#emptiness
#grief
#hope
#loneliness
#spiritual
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The Last Woman Standing
I threw your indifference into the river
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
Watched it float on sabotaged dreams
Then sink, chained to the anchor of my despair
I blamed you for…everything
Digested your false regret, redemption
As if it were my last supper
It was illogical where my mind took us
What was once love became rage
My need to destroy you, to destroy the image of us, was blind fury
Beware the woman made aware
The blood of our sins soaked my wild mane
I sheared it in defiance
My fists, a barrage of justified truths, assaulted...
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
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Complaint
Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
#art
#flowers
#healing
#night
#rain
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playing within
When the lights are dim
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
and the crowd’s all gone
keep the game alive
play on and on.
No need for a stage
or a roaring cheer
the heart of the game
is always here.
In the silence,
moves are made
passes thrown
in a hidden parade.
Invisible victories
unseen sweat
chasing dreams
with no regret.
Under the stars
with no eyes to see.
The spirit of play runs
wild and free.
Every shot a whisper
every goal a ghost.
In the quiet night
you’re playing the...
#fire
#identity
#silence
#water
#WritingPoetry
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The Galaxy
Walking into the Galaxy
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
Got a few spare coins so I
See if I can set the high score
Drop some metal into the chamber
Hear it sink down out of my existence
Metal ball falls into the groove
Pull it back then I let it loose
See twinkling lights and hear bells ring
As it falls back to me
Got to be quick with the flippers
Hits off the bumper and I swing it back
I’m too fast for this smooth metal Pearl
It comes right back at me and I agree
That I have magic fingertips
Push the button what...
#childhood
#success
#teens
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Seeds
Empty lines narrate this script
Shading my parchment with noise
Cumbersome lines aired unevenly
Upending the art of its poise
Muster a breath of depravity
Curtail the flesh of the moon
Stand beneath the lonesome heat
To evade the assembly in bloom
Wingless Angel flush of sable
Empty eyes deceive
Mince the words spoke not of one
To rank in death’s reprieve
Wistful bells sound for me
I am the courier of needs
I haven’t any wisdom left
I simply carry its seeds
Shading my parchment with noise
Cumbersome lines aired unevenly
Upending the art of its poise
Muster a breath of depravity
Curtail the flesh of the moon
Stand beneath the lonesome heat
To evade the assembly in bloom
Wingless Angel flush of sable
Empty eyes deceive
Mince the words spoke not of one
To rank in death’s reprieve
Wistful bells sound for me
I am the courier of needs
I haven’t any wisdom left
I simply carry its seeds
#SelfReflection
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again
Another Dawn Fades to Dusk
Nightmares calling
So I rush
Through the Pain
Nightmares calling
So I rush
Through the Pain
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
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Random Thought
Another sleepless night wrecks the day
Without remedy insanity could take hold
Creating empty hearts molded from clay
While fragile minds turn desperately bold
Hasty decisions breed irrational thought
One step closer to finding who’s at fault
It’s not considered a lie if never caught
Emotions are victims of spiritual assault
Time is an enemy that exposes mortality
It’s human nature to wanna cheat death
Putting faith in technology to alter reality
In hopes of never taking that final breath
...
Without remedy insanity could take hold
Creating empty hearts molded from clay
While fragile minds turn desperately bold
Hasty decisions breed irrational thought
One step closer to finding who’s at fault
It’s not considered a lie if never caught
Emotions are victims of spiritual assault
Time is an enemy that exposes mortality
It’s human nature to wanna cheat death
Putting faith in technology to alter reality
In hopes of never taking that final breath
...
#LifeCycle
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Sayonara
Its been almost three suns,
two book spines,
and an unresponded text,
since last time we spoke.
You were in China
and you came back with a dragon on your skin.
How do you say in chinese: I love you.
Nevermind. The feelings I hold are too lame, and too late.
Maybe its me.
I waited till lockdown to spill the content of my heart
All the understanding, the concernes and future fears
The facades, and the prosthetic ears
I speak in my plastic cup
And you came and cut the string
While you hide secrets under...
two book spines,
and an unresponded text,
since last time we spoke.
You were in China
and you came back with a dragon on your skin.
How do you say in chinese: I love you.
Nevermind. The feelings I hold are too lame, and too late.
Maybe its me.
I waited till lockdown to spill the content of my heart
All the understanding, the concernes and future fears
The facades, and the prosthetic ears
I speak in my plastic cup
And you came and cut the string
While you hide secrets under...
#friendship
#love
#UnrequitedLove
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Seven Years Free
I once dreamed of skies unbound,
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
A life where silence held no sound,
No echoes of rage, no shackles tight,
Just open doors and peaceful night.
My heart, a bird in a shadowed cage,
Longing to flee the storms of rage.
I painted dreams in midnight hues,
Of a home where love would infuse.
Seven years since I broke away,
Carved my freedom, claimed my day.
A house I call my very own,
Where laughter rings, where seeds are sown.
The past, a ghost, it haunts no more,
Its whispers lost beyond my door.
I dreamed of...
#fear
#LifeGoals
#risk #sadness
#risk #sadness
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Especially me
Especially me
I was made by God
A long time a go
Also I always try To
Think positive
I am always glad
That I am alive
Every day
I was made by God
A long time a go
Also I always try To
Think positive
I am always glad
That I am alive
Every day
#anxiety
#emptiness
#greed
#regret
#shame
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