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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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wordswordswords
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:17am
Yesterday 8:17am
River erosion
Sea sickness sinking into my skin.
Slitting folds and cutting moulds,
on my knees I beg:
where do I begin?
Slitting folds and cutting moulds,
on my knees I beg:
where do I begin?
#sea
#shame
#frustration
#confusion
#emptiness
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perfectlyimperfect
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:37am
Yesterday 3:37am
Drained
Silenced tinged with anger
Feeling a void but it’s no stranger
You!! Left… Me
No warning, No signs
You parted with your goodbye
Angered in silence
Tears line up for a race
Fists balled up
Ready to throw punches
But my heart can’t take the impact
So I stand back
Looking into the clouds
Mad your there not here!
Feeling a void but it’s no stranger
You!! Left… Me
No warning, No signs
You parted with your goodbye
Angered in silence
Tears line up for a race
Fists balled up
Ready to throw punches
But my heart can’t take the impact
So I stand back
Looking into the clouds
Mad your there not here!
#death
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JusTim_
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:42am
Yesterday 1:42am
Brevity of Night
night forages my thoughts
and darkness weeps
shadows skirt the past
and I'm left
in silence
the only semblance of life
are
footprints deep inside
I feel your presence
when the knife ripped out my tongue
blood no longer drips
pain has been stitched
but these scars
won't fade away
and darkness weeps
shadows skirt the past
and I'm left
in silence
the only semblance of life
are
footprints deep inside
I feel your presence
when the knife ripped out my tongue
blood no longer drips
pain has been stitched
but these scars
won't fade away
#suffering
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senid
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 11:59pm
2nd Dec 2021 11:59pm
Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus (Early poem)
This poem happened during the lowest point of my life after 3 failed suicide attempts. I went on a retreat to a nearby monastery. It was such a peaceful experience in the midst of so much pain, that words can't really describe it. This poem is about one amazing moment during morning vigils. I do not identify as Christian, but this poem still happened.
Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus
written August 11th, 1996
At the 9th hour
Jesus hanging on the cross cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Am I not your blessed beloved?
...
Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus
written August 11th, 1996
At the 9th hour
Jesus hanging on the cross cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Am I not your blessed beloved?
...
#God
#PTSD
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Elenore
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 2:53pm
2nd Dec 2021 2:53pm
Lavender Eternity
I know you are bored with hearing about the feelings that flow through my heart. They always end up on my sleeve anyway. Exposed and replaced by forgetfulness, spent in the moment then passed by again.
Seldom does my soul breathe deeply enough to know-knowing how to understand life. Knowing when to relax to reach my other sleeve-to touch the emotions of my thoughts and feel the need.
I will have to accept that death will eventually swallow me up. I fear it, yet, will face it just the same. I'll sneak out the back door and leave it open for you. Come with me, we'll...
Seldom does my soul breathe deeply enough to know-knowing how to understand life. Knowing when to relax to reach my other sleeve-to touch the emotions of my thoughts and feel the need.
I will have to accept that death will eventually swallow me up. I fear it, yet, will face it just the same. I'll sneak out the back door and leave it open for you. Come with me, we'll...
#death
#escape
#emotions
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senid
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 2:37pm
2nd Dec 2021 2:37pm
Good girl (ptsd related)
Good girl
written February 27th, 2021
I have always been
a good girl.
It was a role
that fit me well.
I took whatever
society-family-church
said I should be
and tried to be all of it
to prove - to show - to hide.
Certainly nobody would hurt
a good girl
and I was
such a grown-up good girl.
What could there be
in the life of
such a good girl
that I couldn't take care of
myself?
It's certainly the face I presented
and all the things
that didn't fit ...
written February 27th, 2021
I have always been
a good girl.
It was a role
that fit me well.
I took whatever
society-family-church
said I should be
and tried to be all of it
to prove - to show - to hide.
Certainly nobody would hurt
a good girl
and I was
such a grown-up good girl.
What could there be
in the life of
such a good girl
that I couldn't take care of
myself?
It's certainly the face I presented
and all the things
that didn't fit ...
#children
#childhood
#PTSD
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senid
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 2:19pm
2nd Dec 2021 2:19pm
Him (ptsd related)
Him
written July 8th, 2021
This is painful stuff, for me to post. I need to get this out of my "In Process Notebook" and into the "Finished Notebook." For me part of ptsd is avoiding anything about the trauma. I don't even want to call him my father, but that is who this is about. There are not graphic details of trauma in this writing, but there is some graphic language. I would avoid it if words can trigger you. Please feel free to skip this one and move on to something else.
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The other day, I stood in the kitchen, and had velveeta on...
written July 8th, 2021
This is painful stuff, for me to post. I need to get this out of my "In Process Notebook" and into the "Finished Notebook." For me part of ptsd is avoiding anything about the trauma. I don't even want to call him my father, but that is who this is about. There are not graphic details of trauma in this writing, but there is some graphic language. I would avoid it if words can trigger you. Please feel free to skip this one and move on to something else.
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The other day, I stood in the kitchen, and had velveeta on...
#family
#memories
#PTSD
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
On still being alive
I live, and for now,
maybe
that's just enough.
maybe
that's just enough.
#dance
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
#guitars
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adagio
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 11:40pm
1st Dec 2021 11:40pm
Waiting For Santa
Each day I waited for Santa
dressed as a Railway Expressman
hoping that he would
deliver a little sister
and then mama
came down with the bug
only to wait for another tear
as dad dressed as a Railway Expressman
dressed as a Railway Expressman
hoping that he would
deliver a little sister
and then mama
came down with the bug
only to wait for another tear
as dad dressed as a Railway Expressman
#philosophical
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 11:37pm
1st Dec 2021 11:37pm
Note to self
A couple of bad days do not signify absolute catastrophe. You'll be fine.
Don't change your whole life based on today.
You can't fix everyone else.
If you finally believe you deserve better, maybe you do.
If you don't try, you'll never know.
But... but... but...
Oh for a crystal ball.
Don't change your whole life based on today.
You can't fix everyone else.
If you finally believe you deserve better, maybe you do.
If you don't try, you'll never know.
But... but... but...
Oh for a crystal ball.
#LifeStruggles
#choices
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SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 3:58am
29th Nov 2021 3:58am
Oh.
My touch is gone
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
It will likely come back
But for now until dawn
My writing skill cracks
I'm trying to make something to prove I am here
To remind all of my presence
To ensure that it's clear
To enslave my essence
For everyone to hear
I'm going on now
To prove that I can
But the only word I can think of that rhymes is cow
This feels like something a child would write
No verse, no structure, it's so late at night
My artistic hand has flourished and grown
But all at the cost of my "brilliant"...
#WritersBlock
#art
#disappointment
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Tallquietguy
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 1:36am
29th Nov 2021 1:36am
Lady Inspiration
Lady Inspiration, you lead me to
say the strangest things -
talk of heart & soul & passion
& dreams & love & yearning -
words not to be broached
in this, our "civilized" society
How dare you lead me astray
from the banal monotony
that is my day-to-day existence!
I cultivate apathy & self-centeredness
with a dedication which
you could never understand
I remain steadfast & defiant
against your...
say the strangest things -
talk of heart & soul & passion
& dreams & love & yearning -
words not to be broached
in this, our "civilized" society
How dare you lead me astray
from the banal monotony
that is my day-to-day existence!
I cultivate apathy & self-centeredness
with a dedication which
you could never understand
I remain steadfast & defiant
against your...
#rebirth
#fairies
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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