Long Self Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
ThiaTartorum
Poem Published
Today 2:53am
Today 2:53am
My Recovery
My wounds still raw and aching
this body, my heart forsaking
The mirror showing flaws
bringing out it's claws
Tearing away my confidence, scratching the first layer
repeating to myself, everyday, one single prayer
Destroying what was once unbreakable
will repair itself, I'll be unshakable
My painful past will not dictate how I'll emerge
Someday, this path will diverge
It has to get better, even by sheer will
my joy, my happiness this shan't kill
Though, this is easier said than done
silently struggling with the...
this body, my heart forsaking
The mirror showing flaws
bringing out it's claws
Tearing away my confidence, scratching the first layer
repeating to myself, everyday, one single prayer
Destroying what was once unbreakable
will repair itself, I'll be unshakable
My painful past will not dictate how I'll emerge
Someday, this path will diverge
It has to get better, even by sheer will
my joy, my happiness this shan't kill
Though, this is easier said than done
silently struggling with the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#TimeHeals #MovingOn
#TimeHeals #MovingOn
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ThiaTartorum
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 10:35pm
10th Dec 2018 10:35pm
Best for Me
All the lies
and goodbyes
I knew there were more
a real family, I've longed for
But this will never be
it's something you'll never see
See how you treat me, see how it breaks
we build something and see how it shakes
We start stacking up the blocks
rebuilding, trying to turn back the clocks
Not erasing everything we've done
instead mending each and every one
Ruining everything, you get in the way
you stand on the tracks with too much to say
About how I'm heartless and should treat you better
remember the...
and goodbyes
I knew there were more
a real family, I've longed for
But this will never be
it's something you'll never see
See how you treat me, see how it breaks
we build something and see how it shakes
We start stacking up the blocks
rebuilding, trying to turn back the clocks
Not erasing everything we've done
instead mending each and every one
Ruining everything, you get in the way
you stand on the tracks with too much to say
About how I'm heartless and should treat you better
remember the...
#anger
#strength
#honesty
30 reads
6 Comments
AbysmalOcean
Autumn Renee
Autumn Renee
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 2:04pm
10th Dec 2018 2:04pm
My Vulnerable Poem
I was born on May 16th.
That makes me a Taurus.
Apparently, that means I’m unforgivably stubborn and unapologetic-ally compassionate at the same time.
I’m 5’11” but most days it seems I’m 3’2”.
I’m right handed but I’ve pretty much mastered painting my fingernails with my left hand.
I love bad puns and I strongly believe pineapple belongs on pizza.
I never learned how to whistle and I’m a sucker for a guy with a deep voice, and clean teeth.
I believe there’s two types of people in this world: People who...
That makes me a Taurus.
Apparently, that means I’m unforgivably stubborn and unapologetic-ally compassionate at the same time.
I’m 5’11” but most days it seems I’m 3’2”.
I’m right handed but I’ve pretty much mastered painting my fingernails with my left hand.
I love bad puns and I strongly believe pineapple belongs on pizza.
I never learned how to whistle and I’m a sucker for a guy with a deep voice, and clean teeth.
I believe there’s two types of people in this world: People who...
#identity
#mirror
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
22 reads
1 Comment
DecipherMe
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 3:26am
10th Dec 2018 3:26am
The Oration of My Birth
The top-heavy desktop skated on a luminescent leaf.
While the curtain swaddled a blow-fish until full red,
the bees drank the mortar of the apartment blocks.
My blanket hadn't formed for a while from the cough syrup dripped on the Twister floor,
but the fabric filled the curve of a bubble wand.
One clothes hanger bent out of place
to poke a fried chicken breast awaited throbbing,
other than the broil of a stuffed bunny too puffy to leave itself in professional football.
The silk worms toiled together the medication...
While the curtain swaddled a blow-fish until full red,
the bees drank the mortar of the apartment blocks.
My blanket hadn't formed for a while from the cough syrup dripped on the Twister floor,
but the fabric filled the curve of a bubble wand.
One clothes hanger bent out of place
to poke a fried chicken breast awaited throbbing,
other than the broil of a stuffed bunny too puffy to leave itself in professional football.
The silk worms toiled together the medication...
#birth
#narrative
#surreal
24 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 11:46pm
8th Dec 2018 11:46pm
My Schizophrenia
What is the point of life when you can’t feel the warmth of normalcy? People look at you differently and they make false assumptions. It’s as if they’re glaring at you through a cracked window and the impression becomes distorted. Forget the rumors, the stereotypes and step into my world for even a moment… you’d feel the pain I’ve felt all these years and it’d be too unbearable for you. You would retreat back into your world in shock and ask; “How Dan? How’d you do it all these years? The service may have rejected you, but you truly do have the perseverance of a soldier.” That may very well...
#depression
#hope
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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Yellowbone25
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 9:53pm
8th Dec 2018 9:53pm
Unhealed Wounds
Unhealed Wounds
That I caused you
With lying and cheating and not giving a fuck
Not giving you the closure that you need
In order for you to see
That you is not the problem
IT IS ME! IT IS ME!
With every hope you had in you
I took that shit away
Leaving you all broken with sadness in your face
So hurt and so confuse
With many years of open wounds
Everything be all good next thing I fuck up
You catch me into action
And I just dont give a fuck
I will argue you down and justify everything
Cause I...
That I caused you
With lying and cheating and not giving a fuck
Not giving you the closure that you need
In order for you to see
That you is not the problem
IT IS ME! IT IS ME!
With every hope you had in you
I took that shit away
Leaving you all broken with sadness in your face
So hurt and so confuse
With many years of open wounds
Everything be all good next thing I fuck up
You catch me into action
And I just dont give a fuck
I will argue you down and justify everything
Cause I...
#anger
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict
#betrayal
42 reads
4 Comments
Hunterapsych
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 5:40am
8th Dec 2018 5:40am
Alcohol+cannabis+music=
An alcohol influenced, cannabis fueled free write as I glide on the wings of the night.
Floating high reaching new heights.
Intoxication, a little mini vacation from the routines of reality.
Forget about society,
Forget about normality,
eliminate anxiety, nevermind sobriety, we're all addicts.
Most of my greatest achievements have been accomplished under the influence of a substance, helping me advance my creativity. Enhancing my musical abilities, challenging my poetic stability.
No man-made creations though, hell no.
Only the best of the...
Floating high reaching new heights.
Intoxication, a little mini vacation from the routines of reality.
Forget about society,
Forget about normality,
eliminate anxiety, nevermind sobriety, we're all addicts.
Most of my greatest achievements have been accomplished under the influence of a substance, helping me advance my creativity. Enhancing my musical abilities, challenging my poetic stability.
No man-made creations though, hell no.
Only the best of the...
#music
#alcohol
#marijuana
#FreeVerse
#humankind
27 reads
2 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 10:09pm
7th Dec 2018 10:09pm
Thrust Like A Fist
WHEN at last they rent me a quiet room
Blank-white and ashen-faced
When at last they rent me a quiet room
once and for all
to suffer my nerves in peace
(like a beast driven like a fencepost to ground)
to sit with brow bent
into a cold corner of the place
(or against perhaps the wall opposite )
to roll safely along the earth's coarse guffaw
beneath the long and low lopside of love -
...
Blank-white and ashen-faced
When at last they rent me a quiet room
once and for all
to suffer my nerves in peace
(like a beast driven like a fencepost to ground)
to sit with brow bent
into a cold corner of the place
(or against perhaps the wall opposite )
to roll safely along the earth's coarse guffaw
beneath the long and low lopside of love -
...
#motivational
#confessional
#LifeGoals
#myself
#frustration
14 reads
5 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
MorriganFey
MorriganFey
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 7:30pm
6th Dec 2018 7:30pm
I Am Not
I am not my disease
I am not the thoughts of death
that run through my head
I am not the stains of darkness
that have weaved into my thoughts
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
I am not the healing cuts hidden under my sleeve
the words of anger I let loose in my heat
I am not the tears that come
when I make myself believe
that I am not worth your love
I am not my disease
I am not the fear of abandonment
I refuse to admit
the medication I...
I am not the thoughts of death
that run through my head
I am not the stains of darkness
that have weaved into my thoughts
I am not my disease
I am not my disease
I am not the healing cuts hidden under my sleeve
the words of anger I let loose in my heat
I am not the tears that come
when I make myself believe
that I am not worth your love
I am not my disease
I am not the fear of abandonment
I refuse to admit
the medication I...
#depression
#identity
#illness
#MentalHealth
#suffering
37 reads
2 Comments
Tallen
Poem Published
5th Dec 2018 3:49pm
5th Dec 2018 3:49pm
The Ride Within The Keep
It's been a dark and stormy epic,
ongoing, within a battered heart ~
And the keep that protects,
no one alien love has figured out
just how to tear it all apart. . .
It's been quite a long drawn out ordeal;
I’ve suffered such a transformation.
My ally, Pain, accepts, I feel
my continuous consternation's.
The things my lust holds onto dearly,
only seems to bring on despair,
and the ride I now travel
isn't leading me anywhere.
Oft, I think, " Where is my salvation,
when newborn friendships knock me...
ongoing, within a battered heart ~
And the keep that protects,
no one alien love has figured out
just how to tear it all apart. . .
It's been quite a long drawn out ordeal;
I’ve suffered such a transformation.
My ally, Pain, accepts, I feel
my continuous consternation's.
The things my lust holds onto dearly,
only seems to bring on despair,
and the ride I now travel
isn't leading me anywhere.
Oft, I think, " Where is my salvation,
when newborn friendships knock me...
#SelfReflection
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Dec 2018 12:47pm
5th Dec 2018 12:47pm
The Wall - Confessions of a Schizophrenic
I begin this entry with the premonition of learning more about myself. What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty? What have I failed to recognize in this life? This is not a life, this is not a dream. How impenetrable is the wall that divides my mind? That divides reality from dreams. Oh but the dream world allows me to feel what I thought was never real. In this world I feel peace and serenity and all my characters welcome me with open arms and thank yous for the noble heart I’ve always felt morally obliged to offer.
On this side of the wall, the sun drapes its warmth over...
On this side of the wall, the sun drapes its warmth over...
#depression
#MentalHealth
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Hunterapsych
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2018 3:12pm
3rd Dec 2018 3:12pm
Psychedelic visions part2
Manifestations of eternal creation,
perceiving existence and its endless persistence.
Placed in this human vehicle,
aware of this infinite beingness.
This life is merely a transition from the illusory physical realm which we call reality into the eternal transformation of formations, an infinite loop of ever changing arrangements of existence.
No beginning, no end
just an endless flow of absolute universal energy transforming and eternally perceiving through the infinite forms of being.
Quite a marvelous and perplexing thought, that each of us is the eternal...
perceiving existence and its endless persistence.
Placed in this human vehicle,
aware of this infinite beingness.
This life is merely a transition from the illusory physical realm which we call reality into the eternal transformation of formations, an infinite loop of ever changing arrangements of existence.
No beginning, no end
just an endless flow of absolute universal energy transforming and eternally perceiving through the infinite forms of being.
Quite a marvelous and perplexing thought, that each of us is the eternal...
#universe
#spiritual
#drugs
#SelfReflection
#philosophical
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