Least Read Self Poems
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
11th Oct 2019 10:52am
OBSESSED
To be has got to be
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
When urges defines my will
A single mind was born
Hysterical
— Fostering frenzied desire
And I scratched till I bleed
Sated yet discontented
And it starts all over
Again
— Greed married my reasoning
#obsession
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
24th Oct 2019 5:34am
MY SHADOW STAYED BEHIND
For decades
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
I lived my life
Toiling and struggling
I foiled a path
And then another
Fork roads and cross ones,
changing lanes sometimes
Never have I looked back
Regrets followed
But failed to catch up
In the mids of it all
I stopped and looked up
Thought to contest
The glaring of the Sun
But the noon shine hurt my eyes,
And so I bowed down
All I saw was a spot of light
My shadow nowhere in sight
I looked around
In panic and in doubt
And there it was in the...
#SelfReflection
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_boybrains
Poem Published
5th Sep 2019 4:07pm
5th Sep 2019 4:07pm
hawks.
you can take my eyes
you can clip my wings
& leave me starving,
but you will
never contain my
my calling.
you can clip my wings
& leave me starving,
but you will
never contain my
my calling.
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#minimalist
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6 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 5:04pm
10th Sep 2019 5:04pm
noon.
a tongue bound in years of knots
every thought left squashed
a lifeless fly curls on
the windowsill,
blue eyes well up
from white thermal
stained in dried
blood,
i can’t seem to
hear the
words.
every thought left squashed
a lifeless fly curls on
the windowsill,
blue eyes well up
from white thermal
stained in dried
blood,
i can’t seem to
hear the
words.
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#minimalist
8 reads
_boybrains
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 9:37pm
10th Sep 2019 9:37pm
bruised fruit.
words are words
couldn’t care less
they decorate my
bruised fruit flesh.
couldn’t care less
they decorate my
bruised fruit flesh.
#SelfHarm
#MentalHealth
#PowerOfWords
#emptiness
#minimalist
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8 Comments
_boybrains
Poem Published
30th Aug 2019 10:28pm
30th Aug 2019 10:28pm
“Exotic Breed”
We sleep in
glass menageries
ricocheting between
dying & rebirthing,
we descend
with simplicity
not tropically
& exotically.
glass menageries
ricocheting between
dying & rebirthing,
we descend
with simplicity
not tropically
& exotically.
#anger
#hate
#LGBT
#confessional
#transgender
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prometheus5290
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 1:45am
27th Oct 2019 1:45am
Trial By Firebrand: Learning can be hard
I wasn't as much taught things
as I learned from being punished
for doing them wrong the first time I even tried.
as I learned from being punished
for doing them wrong the first time I even tried.
#parent
#school
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 1:30am
1st Nov 2019 1:30am
The Closet of the Before
Exploration of the unknown
plumbing depths once concealed
was the passion of the past
shown in displays few surpassed
the cavalcade without demure
exclaimed out loud for all to hear
has fallen quiet once the task
was completed with ends to last
those changes are now internalized
known to self in full resolve
even while the world decides
to disagree with pointed knives
it's no wonder the response
a retreat from consequence
includes identity's detour
to the closet of the before.
© 2019. Sean...
plumbing depths once concealed
was the passion of the past
shown in displays few surpassed
the cavalcade without demure
exclaimed out loud for all to hear
has fallen quiet once the task
was completed with ends to last
those changes are now internalized
known to self in full resolve
even while the world decides
to disagree with pointed knives
it's no wonder the response
a retreat from consequence
includes identity's detour
to the closet of the before.
© 2019. Sean...
#LGBT
#transgender
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_boybrains
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 4:52pm
15th Nov 2019 4:52pm
Tato.
pass the bridge
of southern train
tracks— you’ll hear
echoes of bars &
bangles;
vastas with holes
bearing torches—
every moosh, mort,
del-engro, day &
dya.
of southern train
tracks— you’ll hear
echoes of bars &
bangles;
vastas with holes
bearing torches—
every moosh, mort,
del-engro, day &
dya.
#confessional
#PowerOfWords
#respect
#Britain
#minimalist
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_boybrains
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 2:02am
27th Aug 2019 2:02am
Dear September
mount me
to heaven.
to heaven.
#hope
#confessional
#SixWordStory
#transgender
#minimalist
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_boybrains
Poem Published
31st Aug 2019 11:18pm
31st Aug 2019 11:18pm
Pigs Trotters.
Here’s to a miserable
cack who drowned in blue tin cans
& came up stinking of roses,
I remember that hot frying pan
the thud that vibrated the ground
& a hand that clenched with wrath,
leaving my scalp with
a memorable
brand,
couldn’t even fight with your
glorified boxing
hands,
...
cack who drowned in blue tin cans
& came up stinking of roses,
I remember that hot frying pan
the thud that vibrated the ground
& a hand that clenched with wrath,
leaving my scalp with
a memorable
brand,
couldn’t even fight with your
glorified boxing
hands,
...
#anger
#father
#violence
#abuse
#confessional
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_boybrains
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2019 10:29pm
2nd Sep 2019 10:29pm
VI.
I) A smile
that’s difficult to
surface.
II) A whirlpool
swirling in my coffee.
III) A loud mind
that says nothing.
IV) The poker face
that never shuffles.
V) The pillow soaked
in insomnia drool.
VI) The blizzard
amongst a warm circle.
that’s difficult to
surface.
II) A whirlpool
swirling in my coffee.
III) A loud mind
that says nothing.
IV) The poker face
that never shuffles.
V) The pillow soaked
in insomnia drool.
VI) The blizzard
amongst a warm circle.
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#confessional
#SixWordStory
#minimalist
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