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T McGilberry Jun 2018
Insulated from the chill..
Unless I breathe the ice.

Don't panic,
Just make room.

No one can stop me from entering the doors I've built with my own hands.

I walk through and hear the voices this world whispers,
the worst part is my own words are the harshest.

The devil in my mind I evicted..
Somehow keeps sneaking through the window...

I've seen too much,
and not enough at the same time.

Rounding out my pressure points,
If you touch me I'll feel no pain.

I am better than you..
I tell my ego...
.
.
.
.
.

What a mind trick.
I made a video of this piece performed in a jedi style.. posted on IG & Twitter @timcgilberry
Danilo Florenzio Jun 2018
Oh, i couldn't
be what you want me to be
No, i wouldn't,
if it is not good for me
Oh, my sugar,
there's nothing wrong with you, you see?
I only cannot stay here taking what you're giving me

I assure you,
i will stay on my own side
It's my duty,
'cause i have nothing to hide
I'm peculiar,
so i don't have the need to crawl
Or to behave like i don't have my pride

But if you'd like to put all things aside
Then i could see, how these things would be
But for now, we better stay right where we are
'Cause you don't belong to me, and you don't own me by far

Oh, it's true that
you may never understand
So, then, surely,
we can't end up as good friends
But, believe me,
it can end by another way
So hurry up or it might be too late

And if you'd want to put all things aside
I'll need more time to think if it'll be right
And if i like to pass by all those things
again and see if my ego will lean
I'm hearing someone calling me
nawke Jun 2018
removing the crutch and being here
slowing down all the best-laid plans
seeing the ***** life had none as such
grabbing has turned a soul untouched
prisoner of a rusty heart, I confess as much
Re-acquaint my heart
A Simillacrum Jun 2018
(The Suspicious Oracle shifts in their booth, then stands from the table to sway into the light. They sweep the dust from their clothes and flash a smile.)

It's been noted. Oh,
my observation is go.
Perceptive circuits
caught the web
where it stretches
overhead.

Words, words, words,
beautiful pontifications
Words, words, words
eloquent romanticisms
of the empathy empty.         n.            devoid

(The Suspicious Oracle removes a bill from their coat and presents it to the audience.)

In blood these names list
the elite who seem to
herd together,
and at the gate
keep the risen.                           .
                                                       .
                                                        .
     ­                                                                 ­               .clean

The searing ray of
justice past due
will melt the
chains save
freedom
for the
few
Jose Hurtado Jun 2018
Ego is a god ****** quicksand
Inside the center of a black hole
A map to a wasteland
Where any star turns ice cold

The rich man is the most afraid
To be the flame that fades away
Rich nations are all the same
I hate the player and I hate the game

Where’s the change they promised?
No shame the game’s dishonest
No chains or fame for those being modest
Yet we never speak on it?

Keep the profits, keep the gold, I'l keep the soul
I Know it's worth, don't need it sold
It’s the greatest story ever told
A grace traced forever old

You can run back till the riddle ends
Where a sidewalk crack is a little friend
It’s Zen until it bends like the fate of a fickle trend
That shuts the faith of a middle man

Preaching...

Stuck to the ways of a little man

Reaching...

Stuck to the faith that you place on another man's reason
Stuck to the maze of a riddle-*** teaching
Stuck to the faith of a middle man


"Survival is a straight line"
That's what he heard through the grapevine
But nobody has the same mind, stray cats and the canines,
Everybody’s talking at the same time

So what is Truth?
For me, it’s: "what's the use?"
If somebody's always watching you
Would you hate them embrace them or make them enjoy the view?
Seeking enlightenment through the darkest corners of my psyche
nawke Jun 2018
Is hard to share further
if i don’t know
what you look like

Is the mind anxious of not knowing
  it wants control
Is the heart anxious of knowing
  it wants guarantee
Is the ego anxious to know
  it wants preemptive rejection
Ram B Jun 2018
Ego
The light of awareness
dissolves the ego.
See it when it awakens.
Spot it once it arises.
Then realize
that it's not who you really are.
It's something that you have.
Something that's created
by you and the others.
You can follow it,
yield to it,
then suffer.
Or choose to just observe it.
See it as a part of you.
Accept that you have it.
And choose to stay connected
to the spirit,
the one that's closest
to who you really are.
Then it dissolves
in peace.
self importance he did relish
therein lay a swollen ego
was inflated of embellish
all this being held as a cargo

therein lay a swollen ego
so monumental the extent
all this being held as a cargo
of the largest conceited tent

so monumental the extent
it could not be denied at all
of the largest conceited tent
he finding joy in his own thrall

it could not be denied at all
ever putting one's self up first
he finding joy in his own thrall
was no shown quelling of the thirst

ever putting one's self up first
all this being held as a cargo
was no shown quelling of the thirst
therein lay a swollen ego
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Ego
We all have that desire
to climb high.

High enough to touch
the Heavens who watch
us through the stars.

High enough to look
down, admiring how
we got to that height,
with all the twists and
turns, stumbles, pauses
and falls.

Some have the chance of
being above the rest
earlier than many.

Those ones usually get drunk
on the power of being above,
never below. The head and
not the tail.

Their egos swell and all they
see, hear, touch and smell
are themselves.

I know because so many have
looked down on me from
above. And you know
what, I smile.

For one thing, you don't
know what sort of moral
compromises they made to
get to where they
are, which is why
I don't envy them.

Or if I do feel any slightly
envious, it's only for
a moment.

But one thing that I've
realised is that those who
get to the top, who look down
on me, who knock off the
crowns of arising kings
and queens.


Can't see what's above their own heads
and just as easily, they can crash and
burn.
This poem in particular is something I've been telling real good friends of mine for years. I realised this early and I've witnessed it first hand. At that moment, I didn't really feel envious for what people have. Although, I can't deny that I do feel slightly envious of what people do. Travelling, seeing the world, not having to worry about finances. They're stable. If I ever envy anyone, this is why.

I don't envy celebrities. I don't know what sort of sacrifice they made to get to where there are. There's no profit in gaining this world at the cost of my own soul. Not worth it at all. I won't ***** myself in anyway just to get a piece of fame. I believe that if I work hard, and with a lil luck, some hope and determination, it will come my way eventually. I'm not racing with anyone. I won't compete with anyone. I know better than that. I'm not perfect, I know that. So? I'm human just like you. I will mess up along the way. It's fact.
I won't pretend I'm something greater, knowing my flaws and faults.

Anyway, thank you everyone for all the love and kind comments.
You're all amazing!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
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