Self Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Blinded to the Smallness of your Existence
- dear john delivered with tears,
a weeping and painful goodbye
- funny how I didn't feel a thing
as my heart was ripped out of my chest
- I didn't feel for whole three days,
expecting a call,
or a simply message,
telling me how much I was loved
- waiting by the phone,
staying up late and getting up early,
in case the phone should ring
but it never did,
it will never ring again
- only then did I know I wasn't love anymore
- I did call once,
trying to feel loved,
but insults were all I had...
a weeping and painful goodbye
- funny how I didn't feel a thing
as my heart was ripped out of my chest
- I didn't feel for whole three days,
expecting a call,
or a simply message,
telling me how much I was loved
- waiting by the phone,
staying up late and getting up early,
in case the phone should ring
but it never did,
it will never ring again
- only then did I know I wasn't love anymore
- I did call once,
trying to feel loved,
but insults were all I had...
#anger
#regret
#betrayal
#disappointment
#deception
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Deliverance Liberation
Continuous figuration.
Omnipotent indication.
Inquisitive implication.
Significant divination.
Magnificent indication.
Envisioning situation.
Articulate scintillation.
Considerate illustration.
Definitive inspiration.
Unlimited innovation.
Deliberate imitation.
Contributed intonation.
Exhibited stimulation.
Meticulous dissertation.
Distributed information.
Affiliate integration.
Conspicuous stipulation.
Indicative tribulation.
Prohibited dispensation.
Derivative limitation. ...
Omnipotent indication.
Inquisitive implication.
Significant divination.
Magnificent indication.
Envisioning situation.
Articulate scintillation.
Considerate illustration.
Definitive inspiration.
Unlimited innovation.
Deliberate imitation.
Contributed intonation.
Exhibited stimulation.
Meticulous dissertation.
Distributed information.
Affiliate integration.
Conspicuous stipulation.
Indicative tribulation.
Prohibited dispensation.
Derivative limitation. ...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#metaphor
#morality
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most dangerous sin
A part of me dies each day while
another falls deeper in love!
How can one being experience this?
All these joys from up above
Why aren't dreams ever real?Why are
we told if you dream your a fool?
If it slowly tears you apart while allowing
you to fall deeper is just cruel!
Not something that happened fast which
Just Cemented your place in my heart
I never imagined it would tear me
down or even break me from the start
Destined to die a slow death but hey I'm
Nobody special it happens to all I'm sure
But...
another falls deeper in love!
How can one being experience this?
All these joys from up above
Why aren't dreams ever real?Why are
we told if you dream your a fool?
If it slowly tears you apart while allowing
you to fall deeper is just cruel!
Not something that happened fast which
Just Cemented your place in my heart
I never imagined it would tear me
down or even break me from the start
Destined to die a slow death but hey I'm
Nobody special it happens to all I'm sure
But...
#sadness
#loneliness
#dark #heartbroken
#dark #heartbroken
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Self love
on the porno screen
of my mirror
I unbutton my buttons
n I watch a sexy lady
with sweet ecstasy
I smell her
I feel her young skin
I admire her
N I smile n
tease her ethereal curves..
n awww her forehead...
It's her luck
n I proud to her...
of my mirror
I unbutton my buttons
n I watch a sexy lady
with sweet ecstasy
I smell her
I feel her young skin
I admire her
N I smile n
tease her ethereal curves..
n awww her forehead...
It's her luck
n I proud to her...
#love
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List #3 Things I'd Rather Be Doing (instead of lesson plans)
1.Sitting in a peaceful spot in Goa, India with monkeys watching me crochet.
2. Soaking in a lavender scented bath with my soulmate.
3. Perusing Facebook Marketplace for great finds for my apartment
4. Sitting with my cat on my lap and a cup of hot ginger tea by my side, watching a
5th episode of Doc Martin, King of the Hill, or Sex and the City.
5. Chatting with a long-distance childhood friend
6. Editing photos I took Sunday of mirrored high-rise buildings
7.Trying on virtual hairstyles
8. Playing basketball in the urban park I just discovered ...
2. Soaking in a lavender scented bath with my soulmate.
3. Perusing Facebook Marketplace for great finds for my apartment
4. Sitting with my cat on my lap and a cup of hot ginger tea by my side, watching a
5th episode of Doc Martin, King of the Hill, or Sex and the City.
5. Chatting with a long-distance childhood friend
6. Editing photos I took Sunday of mirrored high-rise buildings
7.Trying on virtual hairstyles
8. Playing basketball in the urban park I just discovered ...
#FeelingTrapped
#responsibility
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Tulips
I once thought my lips
Were flowers
I was only about six years old
As my parents
Told me not to chew lips
We lived in Holland at the time
With plenty of Tulips
And chewed lips
And bicycles
And humongus cheeses
Sealed in red wax
Dented in places
Seemingly perhaps
By wooden clogs
As i grew older
I learnt to chew lips
Of others
But in a more gentle fashion
Adding a whole new meaning
To going Dutch......
by Jemia
Were flowers
I was only about six years old
As my parents
Told me not to chew lips
We lived in Holland at the time
With plenty of Tulips
And chewed lips
And bicycles
And humongus cheeses
Sealed in red wax
Dented in places
Seemingly perhaps
By wooden clogs
As i grew older
I learnt to chew lips
Of others
But in a more gentle fashion
Adding a whole new meaning
To going Dutch......
by Jemia
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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twixt a Rock...
I guess I've received
all life's taints
between those two infinities,
and remain here
by my own restraint
and the fear, what might greet me?
all life's taints
between those two infinities,
and remain here
by my own restraint
and the fear, what might greet me?
#rhyming
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Span of Time
My attention span it fades
these places I keep seeking
cannot hold my curiosity
my observation zero.
So I remain in the distance
looking far beyond
passing through the darkness
waiting for light to come.
Wishing for what never was
and what may never ever be
waiting for this poetry thing
to unravel and abandon me.
For something new, as I always do
this path of time is my only tell
as I'm left to wander aimlessly
looking for somewhere else to dwell.
these places I keep seeking
cannot hold my curiosity
my observation zero.
So I remain in the distance
looking far beyond
passing through the darkness
waiting for light to come.
Wishing for what never was
and what may never ever be
waiting for this poetry thing
to unravel and abandon me.
For something new, as I always do
this path of time is my only tell
as I'm left to wander aimlessly
looking for somewhere else to dwell.
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Guilt, Fear And Loathing
I think it's almost time
To drop everything
And take that giant step
That takes me away from here
There's no happiness
In my life and times
Only angry words
And hateful states
It just makes me feel like
Today's the day
I have everything I need
To take me away
So what is holding me back?
Fear?
Guilt?
Maybe even hope?
I don't know why I'm thinking like this
It's an anguished thought in my head
But it's pulling me in
To drop everything
And take that giant step
That takes me away from here
There's no happiness
In my life and times
Only angry words
And hateful states
It just makes me feel like
Today's the day
I have everything I need
To take me away
So what is holding me back?
Fear?
Guilt?
Maybe even hope?
I don't know why I'm thinking like this
It's an anguished thought in my head
But it's pulling me in
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
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The pen, my faithful guide
The pen, my faithful guide
as I weave tales and hide
the truth that I can't face
in a web of words I chase
The lies that I have told
are more real than gold
for they hold the key to my soul
a secret that I've grown to behold
The truth of lies, a paradox
a tangled web that I've woven and tossed
a game of chess, a dance of deceit
a labyrinthine maze that I've created and met
But in the stillness of the night
I hear the whispers of the light
beckoning me to face the truth
to break...
as I weave tales and hide
the truth that I can't face
in a web of words I chase
The lies that I have told
are more real than gold
for they hold the key to my soul
a secret that I've grown to behold
The truth of lies, a paradox
a tangled web that I've woven and tossed
a game of chess, a dance of deceit
a labyrinthine maze that I've created and met
But in the stillness of the night
I hear the whispers of the light
beckoning me to face the truth
to break...
#loneliness
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Drag On
I am the drag on, dragging on, I’ve been up to the sky to touch the lights and now I’m back down in the skip rummaging in the rubbish
Won’t you tell me?
I’m not worthy of all your technological marvels
Onwards, upwards, dragging on, with steel clad sides and smelly breath
I said to him put that in there, it was me who wagged a finger there!
Downwards, under, it grovels in pity
Finding its way forward again
Don’t hint at what’s underneath, don’t fall back into your wallow
Yet wallowing is all I know these days...
Won’t you tell me?
I’m not worthy of all your technological marvels
Onwards, upwards, dragging on, with steel clad sides and smelly breath
I said to him put that in there, it was me who wagged a finger there!
Downwards, under, it grovels in pity
Finding its way forward again
Don’t hint at what’s underneath, don’t fall back into your wallow
Yet wallowing is all I know these days...
#depression
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Stuck in time
My step so unsteady
Ripping out bedding
Skin fall off heavy
I lose my time I'm getting
Who's the one who's never ready
I could see but they're not letting
The door is open, why not put your head in
Lead it
I feel different, changed the setting
I see years have gone by but
I don't remember any
Ripping out bedding
Skin fall off heavy
I lose my time I'm getting
Who's the one who's never ready
I could see but they're not letting
The door is open, why not put your head in
Lead it
I feel different, changed the setting
I see years have gone by but
I don't remember any
#memories
#MentalHealth
#aging
#emptiness
#apathy
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