Self Poems by New Members
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
- Published by new DU Poetry members.
bigppMASTER
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 5:16pm
15th Nov 2019 5:16pm
Mathematical Pain
Every day is a rotation
on the complex plane.
Everything moves just a bit
in predictably changing vectors,
all progress reversed
and redone,
so many times it's forgettable
if you don't bother to count.
It's derivative.
No matter where I run
the distance remains,
two plus two is still four,
sounds don't change meaning.
No matter how high I climb
only the X axis awaits me,
and numbers don't even care
if I'm about to puke.
I think I liked it better
when things were simple
and whole ...
on the complex plane.
Everything moves just a bit
in predictably changing vectors,
all progress reversed
and redone,
so many times it's forgettable
if you don't bother to count.
It's derivative.
No matter where I run
the distance remains,
two plus two is still four,
sounds don't change meaning.
No matter how high I climb
only the X axis awaits me,
and numbers don't even care
if I'm about to puke.
I think I liked it better
when things were simple
and whole ...
#sadness
19 reads
1 Comment
Alec_Nori
Alec_Noris00
Alec_Noris00
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 5:39am
14th Nov 2019 5:39am
Li(f)e
My mind swelled with worthless
thoughts...
My eyes blind
to what was happening in front
My throat clogged
Getting tighter and tighter
Don't speak your mind
Don't be yourself
And most of all
Just keep your ears open
I lose myself
with every waking morning
It's like i'm dust
And I'll blow away at any moment
to never be grounded
To myself ever again
thoughts...
My eyes blind
to what was happening in front
My throat clogged
Getting tighter and tighter
Don't speak your mind
Don't be yourself
And most of all
Just keep your ears open
I lose myself
with every waking morning
It's like i'm dust
And I'll blow away at any moment
to never be grounded
To myself ever again
#anxiety
#depression
#ImSorry
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
41 reads
1 Comment
insidewantsout
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 8:23pm
13th Nov 2019 8:23pm
Locked Up
In the center of the dark room
that is my mind
sits a box with four walls:
the glass, see-through kind.
And inside of that box,
wearing head-to-toe black,
stands Creative Ideation
in his painted-on mask.
He pounds and protests,
“I have committed no crimes,”
but outside looking in,
he is only a mime.
Across from him, in a chair
sits Old Man Doubt.
His hand holds the key,
but his arms are too stout.
Every day he reaches
for the lock on that door,
but every day, Old Man Doubt ...
that is my mind
sits a box with four walls:
the glass, see-through kind.
And inside of that box,
wearing head-to-toe black,
stands Creative Ideation
in his painted-on mask.
He pounds and protests,
“I have committed no crimes,”
but outside looking in,
he is only a mime.
Across from him, in a chair
sits Old Man Doubt.
His hand holds the key,
but his arms are too stout.
Every day he reaches
for the lock on that door,
but every day, Old Man Doubt ...
#identity
#shame
#misunderstood
#vanity
#confusion
29 reads
7 Comments
Rachel_Lauren
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 11:53pm
15th Nov 2019 11:53pm
Self Involved: You Are Too
I’m constantly fighting this
body for something it
never wants to be
sometimes I fight it with
makeup,
and diets,
or what the current
year’s technology
offers me
you can find the humor in that,
maybe
if you’re scrolling through
stupid, fucking hand-held devices
every single
picture
you’ll find
new, pitiful versions
Steve Jobs at 22
was a pretty,
exciting presentation in ‘77
but for me it’s
nauseating,...
body for something it
never wants to be
sometimes I fight it with
makeup,
and diets,
or what the current
year’s technology
offers me
you can find the humor in that,
maybe
if you’re scrolling through
stupid, fucking hand-held devices
every single
picture
you’ll find
new, pitiful versions
Steve Jobs at 22
was a pretty,
exciting presentation in ‘77
but for me it’s
nauseating,...
#identity
59 reads
11 Comments
CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 7:42am
12th Nov 2019 7:42am
Bonne Nuit
You tell me all thats left of me is speeches,
and they always end the same way.
Blame... blame... the victim game.
So maybe I did use you for comfort,
but then why's my bed so cold?
And all you can offer is this blanket of regret.
At least you're sure to wrap me up tightly,
before feeding me your somber bedtime stories.
You know I was always better at midnight fables.
And I can see you're exhausted at the thought.
Your yawns are growing louder by the minute;
drowning my apologies into the darkness.
...
and they always end the same way.
Blame... blame... the victim game.
So maybe I did use you for comfort,
but then why's my bed so cold?
And all you can offer is this blanket of regret.
At least you're sure to wrap me up tightly,
before feeding me your somber bedtime stories.
You know I was always better at midnight fables.
And I can see you're exhausted at the thought.
Your yawns are growing louder by the minute;
drowning my apologies into the darkness.
...
#regret
#loneliness
#breakup
#lies
#betrayal
30 reads
1 Comment
Lio-the-Nectar
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 4:28am
8th Nov 2019 4:28am
What is the Nectar
Most of us are familiar with
The escapism from pain.
For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us addicted to them
As well as being harmed
As the result of their side effects.
Even the teens intoxicate things
Causing these things.
Some of call this signalling matter
Nicotine or alcohol.
Others call drugs as well as
Medicines having great side effects on
Our...
The escapism from pain.
For an easy and cheap solution
Or because of advices of the
Doctors, psychologs;
Most of us get a cheap piece of matter
Triggering the oscillation of dopamine,
Making most of us addicted to them
As well as being harmed
As the result of their side effects.
Even the teens intoxicate things
Causing these things.
Some of call this signalling matter
Nicotine or alcohol.
Others call drugs as well as
Medicines having great side effects on
Our...
#LifeChangingMoment
#hell
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0 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 7:20pm
12th Nov 2019 7:20pm
Let me be
Friends wants me to be a sailor
But I don't wanna go beyond the shore
They cut me off
Father wants me to be a doctor
But I'd faint at the sight of blood
He left me to rot
Mother wants me to be an engineer
Damn! I don't wanna be such
"She says; You're too weak my son"
My brother wants me to be a soldier
Nah! I just wanna be raw
"Okay; but don't end up joining thugs"
Girlfriend want me to be a pilot
But height scare me too much
Everybody wants me to be something
But I want to be none
...
But I don't wanna go beyond the shore
They cut me off
Father wants me to be a doctor
But I'd faint at the sight of blood
He left me to rot
Mother wants me to be an engineer
Damn! I don't wanna be such
"She says; You're too weak my son"
My brother wants me to be a soldier
Nah! I just wanna be raw
"Okay; but don't end up joining thugs"
Girlfriend want me to be a pilot
But height scare me too much
Everybody wants me to be something
But I want to be none
...
#sadness
#loneliness
#rejection
#freedom
#responsibility
34 reads
1 Comment
Jerzgrrrl
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 3:05pm
4th Nov 2019 3:05pm
Thoughts
Thoughts hurt so much.
Of you
of him
of what was
of what could have been
What never will be
Who am I
Where I am
Where I am not
Where do I belong
What do I do now
How do I go on
Why do all these things hurt so much.
Of you
of him
of what was
of what could have been
What never will be
Who am I
Where I am
Where I am not
Where do I belong
What do I do now
How do I go on
Why do all these things hurt so much.
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
25 reads
0 Comments
Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 2:06pm
11th Nov 2019 2:06pm
If I'm being honest...
The waves of your love are too unsteady.
I don't know how to take it.
Should we just go back to what it was?
No. But this isn't working either.
You can't just use me how you want.
And I thought when you knew how fragile I was, it would change.
People don't change, I haven't changed, and I cant expect you to...
But THIS has to change, cause I don't want to do THIS anymore.
So, you can be you, and I can be me and we can stop pretending.
I don't want a relationship on your terms.
It has...
I don't know how to take it.
Should we just go back to what it was?
No. But this isn't working either.
You can't just use me how you want.
And I thought when you knew how fragile I was, it would change.
People don't change, I haven't changed, and I cant expect you to...
But THIS has to change, cause I don't want to do THIS anymore.
So, you can be you, and I can be me and we can stop pretending.
I don't want a relationship on your terms.
It has...
#relationships
#honesty
40 reads
5 Comments
kalimiller
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
31st Oct 2019 4:36am
Chemicals
ve got these chemicals inside my brain and they’re doing some funny things.
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
They keep me laughing on my best days and they make sure I forget my rain coat during the bad times.
I’m not sure you know what I mean when I say I’m not a meteorologist. I just never know when it’s going to storm or if I’m going to need the shades. You feel me?
I’m always guessing and checking, but not like that 8th grade algebra class, I’m just trying to make it.
But the people around me, they think I’ve got it made. The thing is I’m just getting through the day. I work...
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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0 Comments
liana_j_wood
Liana Wood
Liana Wood
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 1:07am
31st Oct 2019 1:07am
Autobiographical
Listening to your heartbeat,
Makes me happy.
People are always assuming
awkward attributes
about adopted kids.
We are like everyone else,
except for one thing.
We are happier.
I have learned to appreciate my family.
We fight like normal families,
we make up like normal families,
we do everything like a normal family,
except for one thing.
We love more.
Our fights are intense,
our makeups are sweet,
and our love,
our love is never ending.
It goes on for miles.
Adoption has taught...
Makes me happy.
People are always assuming
awkward attributes
about adopted kids.
We are like everyone else,
except for one thing.
We are happier.
I have learned to appreciate my family.
We fight like normal families,
we make up like normal families,
we do everything like a normal family,
except for one thing.
We love more.
Our fights are intense,
our makeups are sweet,
and our love,
our love is never ending.
It goes on for miles.
Adoption has taught...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
44 reads
2 Comments
TonyO
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 6:11pm
1st Nov 2019 6:11pm
Thinking of Slippers
No one can see me behind my door,
Fairy lights, bloated, idle and more.
Hidden for years my own soured smiles,
Steadfast, unmoving,....have I got piles?
My own hand has trapped me here,
Alone, a friend I have made of fear.
Glory, freshness and sparkle have passed,
I am not for saving, again.....at last.
Fairy lights, bloated, idle and more.
Hidden for years my own soured smiles,
Steadfast, unmoving,....have I got piles?
My own hand has trapped me here,
Alone, a friend I have made of fear.
Glory, freshness and sparkle have passed,
I am not for saving, again.....at last.
#bipolar
#fate
#memories
#insomnia
#redemption
29 reads
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