Insecurity Poems
Pearl Of The Night
by Shreeja Banerjee
A maiden gazed upon the glass,
A vision of herself, alas.
Her eyes, like diamonds, sparkled bright,
Reflecting back a wondrous sight.
Her tears, like pearls, began to fall,
A precious sight, both grand and small.
Her beauty shone, a moon above,
A pearl of night, a symbol of love.
Why, maiden, art thou so unkind,
To judge thyself, so harsh of mind?
......
marianne
by Mackenzie Smith
isolated in self-doubt,
relishing the pain of insecurity,
at least i feel something.
indulging nicotine,
like a bladed fidget,
just to escape.
fleeing from freedom,
refuge in the familiar toxicity.
scared to fight for myself,
because what if the voice is right,
......
Out in the Middle
by S. Taylor Chew
My lever keeps getting lower
Pushing it down
Day by day
I’d say I could try and get over
Pushing myself
Out of the way
I think I’m just scared
So I start staying busy
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Palatable unpalatability
by Tobias Winters
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
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They know
by Aletheia Tinea
The eyes stare and creep out of the sockets, leap from the skulls. They fall to the floor, slime and goo running down the slouching cheeks from the black void abysses. The eyes still stare. Spring tiny feet, arachnids’ feet. Slowly, disjointedly crawling, slime trails behind them, towards me. All the colours, creeping closer, reaching for me. I run into a corner, close my lids, receding into myself, folding into where everything is dark, and nothing can reach. The shadows trick me into peeking. I look through my hair; one blue eye has reached my foot. Rooted, I want to squish it, but my will freezes and the screams scratch and rip my insides and tear my throat and pull apart my vocal chords but still the little blue eye creeps and crawls and climbs my leg with its furry little spider legs and it reaches my shoulder and whispers
I know
and the slime and goo slide up my cheek and the legs push my eye rolling it back into my head and the little blue eye climbs in the socket looking into my brain seeing everything and hating the ugliness almost as much as i do
Voorbij het onbekende
by Mario Odekerken
Een stap in het duister
zonder zekerheid,
zonder kaart.
De lucht ademt anders,
de grond voelt vreemd
en toch beweegt iets vooruit.
Geen angst,alleen ruimte
voor wat nog niet is,
......
Torn between two thoughts
by Mario Odekerken
Torn between two thoughts,
I stand still
while the world moves.
Each idea pulls
like wind
from opposite ends,
and I
am the thread
fraying quietly in the middle.
The child within me
by Mario Odekerken
The child within me
does not ask for much-
a patch of sunlight,
a question answered with honesty,
a hand held without reason.
She laughs at shadows
and speaks to birds,
not to be clever,
but because they listen.
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De bescheidenheid van onzekerheid
by Mario Odekerken
Ze klopt niet luid aan,
komt binnen als een schaduw in de ochtend.
Zegt niets,
maar laat alles wankelen.
Onzekerheid vraagt niet om aandacht,
ze buigt haar hoofd
en blijft aan je zijde hangen
als een adem die je niet kunt vangen.
......
Wazig zicht
by Mario Odekerken
Wazig zicht.
De wereld vervaagt,
lijnen smelten samen,
kleuren vloeien door elkaar.
Ik knipper,
maar helderheid blijft uit.
Een waas die blijft hangen,
tussen mij en wat was.
