Self Poems
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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The Song of Spirit
by Julianne StanleyThere's something disturbing in the air. An eery, deep quiet; a boring hole of dark empty. There's nothing as loud as silence. Grey matter makes holy shapes before swallowing us whole. The moon pulls tides inward to the secret world of ocean like the soul pulls the body. I drool into my cup of dreams and pour it into a flowing river of desire. You count the rings of my fingerprints like the rings of a tree stump, and you find I am a thousand years old. An endless spiral, an endless song. We kiss poison and call it praise, we call it worship. We deny our powers in humanness and call it sin. Trees die, still calling your name. Yet you cannot hear for you will not listen.
Continue readingDuality
by Malory Henry
I am everything I say I am,
and everything I'm not.
My peaks grow high into the sky
while my valleys fill with rot.
My dark eclipses my light
as my inner world expands.
I am everything I don't want to be,
and everything I am.
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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Don't Forget
by Author Reinvented
Don't forget, don't forget who you are,
Keep fighting to find yourself.
Don't listen, Don't listen to those voices,
That keep telling you who you should be.
All over are other people's reflections.
In a maze of mirrors, think twice before you choose yourself.
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The Heart’s Shadow
by Kim L
The chosen stone plays a healing part
A talisman for a broken heart
The weight of which they could not wear
For it whispers truths, too much to bear
They chase themselves where power thrives
Through gilded halls where mirrors lie
They seek their strength in loud acclaim
But will come to find it’s all in vain
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Letter to Self
by Adelana Victor
Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,
I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I’m on is one I’ve carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I’ve spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we’ve built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.
You’ve fought too hard to let yourself remain stagnant, to let fear or insecurity hold you back. Do not test me. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but I’ve had enough of this struggle. I have set goals, I’ve placed myself on a trajectory that demands all of my focus and strength. If you ever even think about derailing that, I will shut you down. There’s no room for doubt, no room for weakness, no space for hesitation. You either rise to meet the person you’ve promised yourself to be, or you get out of your own way. This is no longer a negotiation.
I know you, your brilliance, your creativity, your drive. But I also know your tendencies to question, to overthink, and to stall. The world won’t wait for you to find the courage; it won’t wait for your permission to move forward. So here’s the deal: stay out of your own way, or face the consequences of wasted potential. I won’t tolerate it. We’ve come too far.
From Adelana Victor,
You.
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The Song of Spirit
by Julianne StanleyThere's something disturbing in the air. An eery, deep quiet; a boring hole of dark empty. There's nothing as loud as silence. Grey matter makes holy shapes before swallowing us whole. The moon pulls tides inward to the secret world of ocean like the soul pulls the body. I drool into my cup of dreams and pour it into a flowing river of desire. You count the rings of my fingerprints like the rings of a tree stump, and you find I am a thousand years old. An endless spiral, an endless song. We kiss poison and call it praise, we call it worship. We deny our powers in humanness and call it sin. Trees die, still calling your name. Yet you cannot hear for you will not listen.
Continue readingLuminal Whispers
by Julianne Stanley
The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
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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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