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Gbenga A Mar 5
nothing makes your head swell more than this statement
"my brother, keep the change"
just like that, you are married to 11 wives
6 of them kneeling with pounded yam and spice
the remaining 5 singing lullabies as 18 cry
with you sitting on a chair, made of bones of elephant thighs.

you feel like if you stood, up on the highest peak
you would see the entire world, high lands and the farthest seas
and when your mouth opens, words coming out to speak
like the grains of sand, the people would pour out to listen.

So here I am, my head, as big as a microwave
walking to my hostel.
for now I feel like a king
but by the end of the month, I'm sure
I would wish I didn't speak.
Ego
Oh, my dearest Egooooo!
When you can’t squeeze through the door,
so immense and entitled,
I tell myself,
“That’s enough!”
No more confetti and fireworks!
Haunting me over a lost chance.

The Magnificence of Doubt—
what if I were…
Soundless compliments
only to be pinched and ignored later.

From now on,
I celebrate my mediocre greatness
with a crown of fool’s gold on my head…
yet throne-less.

Some falls, invisible success,
and unfulfilled hopes,
which, surprisingly,
made me stronger.

Oh, the Irony of fate!
All these sleepless nights
for this Wisdom?!
K E Cummins Mar 2
Evil is a man in a suit who has no face.
He wears mine, he wears yours -
He keeps them in a book
To select ego-mask disguises.
He is the man who runs the trains.
He is the man who strikes the deal.
Who stares back from the mirror?
External devils are poor scapegoats,
Useful fearmongers for the preacher-kings.
Look within. Delete your disguise.
Evil is a man in a suit who wears your face -
Do not let him control your hands.
Velvet violence,
Sanguine silence.

Dripping in animosity,
Perfumed and elegant.
Divulging in toxicity,
Searching for your sycophant.

Worshiped and adored,
Never doing wrong—
But oh, the suffering caused when you're bored,
Oh, son of the siren's song.
just playing around with writing styles
I poked a bear,
Because he was sleeping in a tar pit.
The bear woke and cried and yelled,
"Why would you dare wake my slumber!"
I responded to the bear,
"For you were sinking in a pit of dark."
And the bear cried some more,
Then dragged himself from his sticky smelly bed,
Just so he could throw tar at my home.
Then he walked right backed, kicked rocks at me,
And laid back in his pit again.
Do not try to help a man who does not want to be helped. It will chip his ego and he will dedicate himself to chipping yours.
dead poet Jan 7
stream of consciousness
carves a river, unknown -
ego takes a dive.
silvervi Jan 6
What is true surrender?

How to stop fighting?
I only know the why.
My heart is aching
Because I try and try and try ...

Constantly starving myself
From love
Permanently thinking
That I am not enough

"Oh my poor self"
This is self-pity
"Why can't I be as
Beautiful or pretty?"

"This is so selfish
You're superficial"
This is the judging voice
Sounds like an official

"Making yourself dependent
On looks. On other's opinions,
On not your own truths"

"Of course, you know best"
-that's the submissive one.
Digging deeper a knife
Into one's own throat.

"Whatever it takes
I will express myself"
-this is the fighter,
Not giving up.

"We need to stop,
This is too much"
The fearful voice
Afraid of touch,

"Uh you're so pathetic"
That's the *******,
Self-hurt multiplies
When it arrives.

"Let's do this again!"
The optimistic tone,
And there's the naive one
"I'm in, yes, yes, yes!"

"You can't be serious"
The everlasting anger
Trying to diminish
Whatever one thinks

And disappointment
Arises and lingers
In the air,
One is thrown into mist.

"I am so lost. I cannot see"
That's overwhelm
Coming over me.

This is where all the voices at once
Scream at me, talk to me,
Not one by one.

And overbearing with the emotion
One starts to drown in the dark and deep ocean,
Foggy the vision, nasty the mind,
One deeply lost, blurry and blind.

"Now are we satisfied?"
That's the expectation,
To make something outstanding
Out of every creation.

"Nah, could be better"
The perfectionist,
Trying to please...
Forgetting ease.

"My chest is burning"
Hypochondria churning,
Maybe the pressure is
Simply too much.

"You're so incapable!"
The inner critic,
Makes one feel hateful
Towards oneself.

"Wow, that's a lot"
Finally self-compassion,
Emerging slowly,
Comes into action.

"Burning" - exhaustion,
The energy released
And the heat in the body-
Increased.

"Is this awareness? What's my next step?"
Carefully wondering,
Still full of regret,
This is distrust,
Losing patience fast...

Helplessness howls,
Fear kicks in deeper,
"I think I can't breath,"
Anxiety croaks.

"When will it end?"
I ask and reply:
"It will not end,
Until I die."
Observing what is happening in the mind in an overwhelmed state.
Misstic Dec 2024
discard the clothes that never fit you
easier said than done
mind you
beware this is the land of
opinion fares
what you know
is not you

would happily trade
this skin for you
extra large clothes
to skin tight
low rise
high boots type

glasses to lens
plain cuppa to
starbucks rendezvous
broadway nights
the highlight

dawn to my pride
pawn of lies
presumptions
impetuous actions
a fine line

what should i discard?
you ask
two faced
double edged sword
sometimes referred
human companion
friends
acquaintances
negative thoughts
who back stab you

cruel summers
never go out of style
hoax of believers
you belong together
lover to anti-hero
bad blood
i sigh

can you come again?
discards the pieces
which have fallen apart
don’t sow thorns
you bleed
burn the bridges
you built

clothes never naught fit
you make them
seem fit
live as you
not your alter
ego *****
Nienke Dec 2024
Why do people suffer
From another’s ego?
Why do they claim
Out of deep fear?

I hold on
To what feels real—
But who is real?
Still searching

It's hard to see
When blinded
It's hard to feel
When we resist

Ego fueling pride
a lack of empathy
What's the point
of being selfish?

**** your status
**** your beliefs
**** my beliefs
**** my needs too

We need bridges
Not more barriers
We see and tall, still
Act like animals

You crave connection?
Try the opposite
of being you, man
You don't have a clue

The impact of judgement
insensitive manipulation
The impact of ignorance
Is it you or the ego

speaking with?
again, tell me about your needs
when you don't even know yourself
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