Self Poems
Philosophy of Me
by Ujjal Mandal
By Ujjal Mandal, India
Thoughts have a continual succession
of complacency or anxiety,
black thoughts paint me a fire fly
that emits light mere in the darkness.
I am like the flowing air
neither I have head to think
nor the arm to catch,
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matter
by Melissa Flores
You
are
matter
so
You
matter
Mirror
by Ani Freedom
A whisper in 'your mind' you hear,
Is telling you to run and go ahead,
There is a lot of future for you and your friend.
Gently cover your fake smile,
Say hello to the new day,
Who is he and why is here,
Walking through those shiny streets,
Pretty face full of fear.
Can you recognise the man in your handmade shoes?
A whisper in 'your heart' you hear,
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CV of the dead
by Urvashi Khandelwal
Won't lie on that single page,
Because more than achievements are my fears.
Lower than my grades is my love for me.
But why would you ask that
You are only concerned about the B grade in mathematics, I got four years ago.
And yes, you may tell me that it's okay to get a B and ask me to not cry.
Tell me that I have got different qualities.
Tell me how I fit for some XYZ Job.
But No. Don't stop me and let me cry.
Let me cry for the 33 marks I got.
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Amalgamation Curation
by Jessica Leininger
I desire violently and I wait.
I know how to be the inert object.
The sound of heavy boots
Which haven't been worn in a season.
Am I a stupid girl?
No, he says, you're a beautiful fish.
Every song is worship
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Amalgamation Curation
by Jessica Leininger
I desire violently and I wait.
I know how to be the inert object.
The sound of heavy boots
Which haven't been worn in a season.
Am I a stupid girl?
No, he says, you're a beautiful fish.
Every song is worship
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I Tried To Find You
by Emily Krauss
I tried to find you,
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re hiding from yourself,
Behind a wall of bricks that seem
So, so, so
Unbreakable
Making it impossible to see you.
For who you really are.
You’re afraid of letting go,
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To the scatter
by Hudhaifah siyad
Someone there is at it,
That likes the very bit,
Scorning all for flattery,
Or as is at, for some treat,
To the very end of the initial start.
Something there is that shows,
Outgrown and visible on no hearts,
Flattery like, mouthing out for bites,
Or as it be, for same reasons as hers,
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Nobody (2011)
by Malory Henry
I'm nobody, who are you?
You're somebody you say, is that true?
Well I can't be somebody, they say it's not so.
I am nobody and that's all I know.
Well yes, I AM me, but that's all that I've got.
Still a somebody I am not.
I can't deny what they say I am--
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Existence
by Malory Henry
I am too big for my body.
The echos of once forgotten voices bicker and plead in my mind,
once dead but now alive inside of me.
The full spectrum of life--
with its compounding complexities and relentless emotion--
rages against me like a storm,
coloring the world around me;
Here, the walls are painted with melancholy,
the floors littered with shedded skin.
My anger provides the light;
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