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Tony Tweedy Feb 2020
Of darkest obsidian like sharp shards the guilts upon my soul.
Deeply cut the wounds I carry that now make me less than whole.
By choice and deed I know who it is that I have hurt and wronged.
Through consequence of choice I made, my torture has belonged.
A price I paid and yet payment can never recompense.
As soul is tattered in self loathing and I am bereft of all defence.
There is no way to make amends or make a penance for my deeds.
My life has no more meaning and my soul eternally yet bleeds.
I cannot ask forgiveness and of salvation there is none.
For all the things I chose in selfishness, will never be undone.
Maybe priest or God will absolve me by the offering of some chant.
But despise my heart and soul, to forgive myself I cant.
What can you do when you no longer believe your own lies?
Cherish Feb 2020
We shouldn’t be greedy in life
So..love
I’m happy that I get to
Meet you
Hold you
Hug you
Kiss you
Wake up beside you
Breakfast to supper together
Date you
Miss you
Text you
Before everything ended.

I shouldn’t be selfish and move on
And let you be together with someone you truly love, someone that won’t make you angry again.


Till the next life.
Love is always selfish, never fair.
KMarie Jan 2020
The time we spend on this earth
Is fleeting
We waste so much time on the unimportant
We care too much about frivolous things
We don’t care about others
We encourage children to be selfless yet selfish
The media glorifies the selfish as well
We go through life with a blind eye turned
So many of us have never learned
How important it is to stick together
Every man for himself is the way we live
Yet without each other we have nothing to give
Someday we will all be dead
And there will be others living here instead
Greedy and selfish
Is how we will be remembered
This is not the life I wish to live, but there’s nothing I can do to change it
this is our life now.
Annie Jan 2020
I am
But not the masterwork
That you think I am

Silly girl, silly girl
I am not your moon

When I look at you
Don’t look back
Caught you keeping a track

Oh, you little fool
They don’t really love you

A drug, temporary pleasure
That’s what you are, you
Pretty little ‘you’

I’m only trying
To navigate my deeper insides
Ended up causing a fight
Between the heart and the mind

You drown in your own ***** pool
Every time, every night
Talking to the silent nobody
You pretty fool
Iz Jan 2020
And when the only toxic thing left is you
Do you cut it out like they say to
The way you’ve been doing to them
Excusing bluntness in the name of self advocacy
Hiding your self hatred with self care
No face mask can remedy your thoughtlessness
Girl
you used to be liked
used to be genuine
Girl

Who are you

you never gossiped like this
this isn’t confidence
You all denial and defensiveness
This isn’t the change you want to make
I’m trying not to turn this into self pity when I know all of it is true
Selfhate doesn’t help anyone especially not you
Daniel Magner Jan 2020
I have a hidden chest,
full with sorcerous wonders, a trove.
In a hallway, down a staircase,
through a maze chalked full with traps and danger.
My way to keep it safe
from prying hands,
the coin-filled eyes.
My prize, my treasure.
Is it better to keep under constraint or let it free?
How can I share it with the world,
and keep it all for me?
Daniel Magner 2020
Mark Jan 2020
Although, I never thought of those who shed a little tear  
Flowing like a stream, then await for some comfort, they preserver  
Need a word of advice, but can't find anyone so sincere  
Want to change your life, then embrace the people so dear  
  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Heart of an impostor, you’re acting as bad, as a B grade movie star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Body held together by mortar, you're falling apart, like a shooting star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Face made of stone, no expressions like Mona Lisa, that famous painted star
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Tongue coated in snake oil, you're faking it, just like a **** star  
Hear me tell you, what you really are  
Here, listen to the truth  
Isn't it ugly, ugly, ugly?  
  
Need a word of advice, but can't find anyone so sincere  
Want to change your life, then embrace the people so dear  
  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Heart of an impostor, you’re acting as bad, as a B grade movie star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Body held together by mortar, you're falling apart, like a shooting star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Face made of stone, no expressions like Mona Lisa, that famous painted star
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Tongue coated in snake oil, you're faking it, just like a **** star  
Hear me tell you, what you really are  
Here, listen to the truth  
Isn't it ugly, ugly, ugly?
Having a good old hard look at yourself.
Àŧùl Dec 2019
I want my parents to stay here forever,
Coz if not for them both I am so lonely,
Lonelier I would be when they leave.
My HP Poem #1820
©Atul Kaushal
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