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Personal poetry about the way you feel about yourself
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one last relapse
i lie there
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
lifeless.
a million thoughts rush in at once,
each more disturbing than the last.
reunited with my glistening savior,
to lead me down this inevitable path.
a crimson river rapidly flows,
welcoming repose.
when will it end?
i scream and cry for some sort of understanding
but suddenly i’m no longer standing,
i can hear my mother demanding,
“OPEN THE DOOR!”
i hear her no more.
i lie there,
lifeless.
#SelfHarm
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
#MentalHealth #SelfReflection
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LAY IT ALL DOWN
You need to be willing to lay it all down
Be brutally honest and tell yourself straight
Blinders off and scale all those walls
You once built inside with such haste
Take a look inside what is it you feel
Is it truly just nothing or is it in fact real
answer those questions in your heart
Begin again with a future that's a fresh start
Remember lessons from your past
Are you moving forward or stuck in slow
Gotta figure out the way you're to go
You need to be willing to lay it all down
Be...
Be brutally honest and tell yourself straight
Blinders off and scale all those walls
You once built inside with such haste
Take a look inside what is it you feel
Is it truly just nothing or is it in fact real
answer those questions in your heart
Begin again with a future that's a fresh start
Remember lessons from your past
Are you moving forward or stuck in slow
Gotta figure out the way you're to go
You need to be willing to lay it all down
Be...
#strength
#courage
#motivational
#respect
#bittersweet
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Beauty and Decay
Who am I within this shell
From womb to a cocoon of skin
Todays heaven is tomorrows hell
Indulgences of blessings and sin
The gift and the curse of free will
My wings comprised of all that swells within
To new heights take flight
Where will I land in the end
Of butterflies or moths
Of the divine or a devil send…
From womb to a cocoon of skin
Todays heaven is tomorrows hell
Indulgences of blessings and sin
The gift and the curse of free will
My wings comprised of all that swells within
To new heights take flight
Where will I land in the end
Of butterflies or moths
Of the divine or a devil send…
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#faith
#SelfReflection
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Cleaning Out Some Cobwebs
Fervent belief of my kindness
holding steadfast in graciousness
Respectful and honest humility
an impassioned sense of empathy
Benevolence for all those that weep
unabashed compassion for all who seek
---
Me alone with rose tinted glasses
but only an actress to fool the masses
---
Utterly blind to my defects
delusional disease, unseen effects
Sickly disposition, made me a liar
endless intoxication, my selfish desire
Fabricated stories, told straight to face
deny always,...
holding steadfast in graciousness
Respectful and honest humility
an impassioned sense of empathy
Benevolence for all those that weep
unabashed compassion for all who seek
---
Me alone with rose tinted glasses
but only an actress to fool the masses
---
Utterly blind to my defects
delusional disease, unseen effects
Sickly disposition, made me a liar
endless intoxication, my selfish desire
Fabricated stories, told straight to face
deny always,...
#regret
#alcohol
#addiction
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Who are we? Who can we be?
We are
our own
interpretation
of the experiences
we have encountered
Which in turn
negotiate
the interpretation
of future
experiences
our own
interpretation
of the experiences
we have encountered
Which in turn
negotiate
the interpretation
of future
experiences
#environment
#LifeChangingMoment
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even zombies dream of sleep
I'm curled up in the
foetal position on the couch
wearing my saline tears
like a retro fashion statement
no one will get to see
Today I broke again
and my brain has decided
to say no to everything
that isnt this trauma position
which is neither
comfortable nor helpful
And every push through
is a push back
every time I step outside
means I'll spend
tomorrow daydreaming about sleep
(or death)
these days they look
a little bit the same
Because I can't sleep enough
to...
foetal position on the couch
wearing my saline tears
like a retro fashion statement
no one will get to see
Today I broke again
and my brain has decided
to say no to everything
that isnt this trauma position
which is neither
comfortable nor helpful
And every push through
is a push back
every time I step outside
means I'll spend
tomorrow daydreaming about sleep
(or death)
these days they look
a little bit the same
Because I can't sleep enough
to...
#depression
#MentalHealth
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2, 4, 6 … appreciate
It’s true
I sometimes wish
two
Could have been
Your…
I sometimes wish
two
Could have been
Your…
#regret
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Dilution
After someone has cornered you, dominated you,
broken you down,
stripped you back until all that you are is their needs,
their wants, pain and rejection the closest taste of love,
after you grow a backbone enough to see the degrading dynamic for what it is,
they'll try bullying,
they'll try negotiating,
pacifying, lashing out,
gaslighting,
they'll try pretending they never understood,
or you never made it clear,
you never seemed in pain,
they'll try tears,
to call you home,
only to reject you again, ...
broken you down,
stripped you back until all that you are is their needs,
their wants, pain and rejection the closest taste of love,
after you grow a backbone enough to see the degrading dynamic for what it is,
they'll try bullying,
they'll try negotiating,
pacifying, lashing out,
gaslighting,
they'll try pretending they never understood,
or you never made it clear,
you never seemed in pain,
they'll try tears,
to call you home,
only to reject you again, ...
#anger
#regret
#abuse #bullying
#abuse #bullying
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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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Human
Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you“
No, actually I do not
I do not even think about you often
But the fear of disappointing your parents is hard to overcome
Even when they are dead
I must accept something about myself
I am not perfect
Sometimes I am weak
And do things I am not proud of
But I can no more
Live to not disappoint you
I must live
To make myself proud
I will give what I have to give
Not what you wanted me to give
I am not your dreams
I am just myself ...
I see you, I feel you“
No, actually I do not
I do not even think about you often
But the fear of disappointing your parents is hard to overcome
Even when they are dead
I must accept something about myself
I am not perfect
Sometimes I am weak
And do things I am not proud of
But I can no more
Live to not disappoint you
I must live
To make myself proud
I will give what I have to give
Not what you wanted me to give
I am not your dreams
I am just myself ...
#courage
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cold coffee
my mind
hotly
concentrates
on writing
words,
stretching
thousands
of miles,
never
stepping away
from
my chair,
now,
my coffee
has turned
cold.
hotly
concentrates
on writing
words,
stretching
thousands
of miles,
never
stepping away
from
my chair,
now,
my coffee
has turned
cold.
#coffee
#uplifting
#minimalist
#emotional
#metaphor
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Desert Prayers
Crawling across
the barrenness of my soul
slowly
three feet then rest
an eternity of choking sand
palms worn raw
red handprints mark the passage of time
of a life that's been wasted
with vultures circling high above
waiting
... for the end
I pray for the first time
in a voice that's never been used
dear god make me blind
I don't want to see the smallness of my life
shutting my eyes against the love I lost
and sins needing to be paid
yet something makes me...
the barrenness of my soul
slowly
three feet then rest
an eternity of choking sand
palms worn raw
red handprints mark the passage of time
of a life that's been wasted
with vultures circling high above
waiting
... for the end
I pray for the first time
in a voice that's never been used
dear god make me blind
I don't want to see the smallness of my life
shutting my eyes against the love I lost
and sins needing to be paid
yet something makes me...
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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