Self Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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Unspoken
She said
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
It must be nice to wake up looking like that
To not see her face in my reflection
How dare I despise
The sadness held in her eyes
Envious hope unbearable
A glimpse of false vicariousity
Couldn’t say that it’s nice
To wake up another day
Late to my grave
I didn’t say
We see the same things in different greys
Feel the pressure of shades and layers
Beneath our days
#anger
#depression
#hate
#shame
#bittersweet
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Petting a Dog
You join me on the couch
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
Curled up in your favourite spot
With one of your people
Petting you is supposed to be relaxing
Often I can’t find the relaxation
Petting you consciously
Like a task to be completed
Tonight is different
Finding the relaxation in the texture of fir
Softness of your ears
Absentmindedly petting your head
Playing with your floppy ears
Finally finding elusive relaxation
For both of us
#anxiety
#animals
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Me? Why me?
I will never understand unconditional love,
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
and that fact wounds me.
It will always cause me to shake and topple when the idea,
even for a second,
pops into my head,
that someone who has spent so much time with me,
stupid, greedy, worthless, terrible, me,
could still sit down at the end of the day,
with the thought,
"Hey, I love that person."
And maybe,
maybe that still means I have growing to do.
I hope there's a day where,
when I see the child in the mirror,
I don't scream ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#forgiveness
#despair
#emotions
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tripping downhill
the descent is rising;
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
my features are freezing,
I find myself staring at nothing in particular,
there's a numbness creeping about.
apathy is increasing and my thoughts are turning bitter,
my mind is becoming distrustful of all things good.
my heart shelters in place.
I'm empty and devoid of feeling.
I see you darkness,
you always know how to greet me old friend.
can you pencil me in?
I think I'll stay awhile.
darkness will you hold me?
I have missed the solemn solace of your embrace.
you filter the world...
#depression
#dark
#bipolar #MentalHealth
#bipolar #MentalHealth
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Former lover
As winter finally loosens its grasp, melancholy overtakes me. No longer can I hide the kisses left all along my skin, by my longest-held lover. A lover not found in pictures or phone calls, a beloved known only by old friend. seldom if at all spoken about locked away beneath me as I slumber. the cruelest romance take take take yet seldom give, cold and lifeless like my ex yet somehow more loving. kisses ( scars ) litter my body deeper and deeper they go, but alas never enough more more he says. an insatiable beast savoring for more crimson and pain. the longer I go without him the more...
#anger
#anxiety
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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Father Figures
I wanna be like David. That man teaches all the kids. Shows them all the things they’ve always done help them do the things they never did.
I wanna be like Leroy. That man funny, down to earth. I think I am the way I am, because he showed me his ways first.
I wanna be like Jose. That man knew the path of Gods. He showed us to be that in ourselves, that it was there inside us all.
I wanna be like Lupe. That man knew just how things work. He taught us how to see the bigger plan, and which things should be done first.
I wanna be like Larry. That man can build you up a dream....
I wanna be like Leroy. That man funny, down to earth. I think I am the way I am, because he showed me his ways first.
I wanna be like Jose. That man knew the path of Gods. He showed us to be that in ourselves, that it was there inside us all.
I wanna be like Lupe. That man knew just how things work. He taught us how to see the bigger plan, and which things should be done first.
I wanna be like Larry. That man can build you up a dream....
#father
#LifeGoals
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Renegade
I woke up today
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
looking in the mirror
all my eye could see
was tired wreckage,
not so much in age
or any other small
inconveniences
people usually
experience
so I listened;
hearing that
renegade ask:
is it enough
to carry on?
#conflict
#confessional
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The theory.
Lindley must
Be the German
Brilliant girls
Of fins fellow
Takes in the
Talkvowace
Of the crear
In the rifcon
Of the Fahrenheit.
Yellow blue tales
Of trees just rays
Press monk.
Be the German
Brilliant girls
Of fins fellow
Takes in the
Talkvowace
Of the crear
In the rifcon
Of the Fahrenheit.
Yellow blue tales
Of trees just rays
Press monk.
#nature
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Body
It will not wait,
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
for even small surcease
of all the taxes and the tolls
that arrowed time
demands my flesh to pay.
And with each passing day.
I see within my mirrorings
and hard against my will,
against my exorcising efforts
to stand things still,
there’s less of any body wealth
that once was mine.
#aging
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You are not a victim.
You are not a victim.
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
It's been too many years for that.
It's not your cause or symptom.
It has nothing to do with you, in fact.
Some husbands are just mean.
A cocktail of violent cruelty.
But you are what's obscene.
Swallowing disrespect effusively.
You are not a martyr.
Your choice is disgrace.
You are the selfish partner.
Survival, only works that way.
You won't be a hero for leaving.
From where you should never have been.
It would only prove, you love him.
To protect him, even from him.
...
#anxiety
#motivational
#MovingOn
#escape
#weakness
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Stars
Nights glow purple glazed,
seen through obsidian eyes.
Searching through shadows
immersed in twilight's embrace.
Lost in the constellations.
seen through obsidian eyes.
Searching through shadows
immersed in twilight's embrace.
Lost in the constellations.
#stars
#tanka
#meditation
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nothing is all we need
Nothing is the silence between the words,
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nadinha is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
we can find...
the empty space between the verses,
the absence of meaning and form.
The echo of a lost sigh.
Nadinha is the grain of sand on the beach...
The dewdrop on the green leaf.
The breath of the wind that dissipates.
The vacant gaze on the distant horizon.
Nothing at all, it's the vacuum of infinity,
the void that fills the universe,
the absence of meaning and purpose.
The abyss between being and non-being.
But, perhaps, in this nothing, nothing, nothing at all,
we can find...
#anxiety
#strength
#mirror
#art
#emptiness
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