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If we consider ourselves as legends
There  will be no such thing as one.
Legends are the great.
And maybe  you are a legend.
I am not.
Right?
Poetry is legendary.
And we are a part of it
But  we are not to be self  proclaimed.
Legends are for others  to decide about ourselves
Not us.
Just writing about people who are self indulgent
Janay Jul 2016
Sorry

I’m sorry I didn’t take care of your heart the way I should have,
I took advantage of you.
I abused your love.
I was wrong for selfishly having you stay with me.
I made you look like a fool and I didn’t care; at the time.
I’m sorry for making you carry that pain subconsciously
with you all this time.
I blamed you for everything and put pressure on you when
I should have been more patient and gentle for us.
you’ve taught me how sacred true love is
and
I was reckless with yours.
I’m sorry for every time that I looked into your beautiful eyes,
I told you lies.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.
I’m sorry if these words aren’t enough for the damage that I caused.
If it makes a difference
I love you and,
I will always be here for you.
to be continued...
Greedy is not the way
We do things difficult
To others around us
And Don't share with them
But make them think we are the
Bad ones to anyone of them.

Greedy is thinking negative
Like taking away their things from them,
Being an bully to them
Without being positive.

Greedy is not the way
To be naughty and selfish
But stop being greedy.

                By K-mari ©2016
Brett Palmero Jul 2016
Every moment is so small and brief
Yet is worth more than one can fathom
Sometimes joy, other times grief
A lot of the time it can be random

I wonder if the bad and good balances
And everyone is meant to live equally
Thinking like that has consequences
And I don’t have time for that really

So I choose to be selfish, make life mine
To make myself more important than others
If it all leads to happiness, isn't that fine?
Can I float along, not a leaf but as a feather?
Once or twice have I been knocked around,
On several occasions I was lost but found.
There came a time when enough was enough,
Put my foot down, "I've had it to here with this stuff".
~
I've realised I can't take it anymore,
Words my be cheap, but they leave a nasty sore.
Bullet and bandaids are but nothing to a grenade,
To sustain more injuries, I must say I'm afraid.
~
I'm not strong, I'm certainly not tough,
Life for an eighteen year old should never be this rough.
They say you get dished was you serve,
Guess when it comes to me, there's a bit of a learning curve.
~
No matter how much you may scream and shout,
I was always the type to hide away and pout.
Rhymes do little in the way of healing,
But it's helping me forget this horrible feeling.
~
Like a twisted joke, that I've seemed to miss,
An shaken faith is hardly fixed with a half-hearted kiss.
Been told many things, I am and I'm not,
I guess who I used to be, is the main thing I forgot.
~
I point no fingers, and push no blame,
When it comes to this madness, they and I are exactly the same.
When one is hurting, the other is to,
Tell them you'd sacrifice everything, never thought it'd be true.
~
I don't mean that as harsh as it seems,
Just wish things would work out like they do in my dreams.
What hurts the most, is how often I break,
Being reminded, I'm nothing but a *mistake.
To you, and all that I do,
A mistake in words, and words unspoken
From actions, to inaction I'm truly at fault
And I simply don't know what to do...
jnas Jun 2016
I came to the realization
that I'm unable to love,
at least for now.

I don't hold on to anyone
or anything, but rather,
my own insecurities.

I've tried to love, and when
I do, I only wonder if they'll
love the things about me that
I have yet to love about myself.

If your self love has limits,
so will the love you receive.


-j.nas
A C Leuavacant Jun 2016
My body,
host of the latter beast of being  
Has infected me
abhorrence flowing through the veins as if a sweet ****** remedy
What earthly holds it has on the simple minded
What policies it makes of the limited.

Jesus,
Would you kindly redeem me?
And take the aching bones and implications from underneath me
Lord take my flesh.
Have it for your own.
And as for my brothers and my sisters
remove the cursed metaphors and fixations that contain their inept perceptions of identity

Allow the spirits to Dance,
On their infinite spectrums
O We'll make a routine of it.
Sasha May 2016
I know, I know, I'm sorry.
I can't help but speak my selfish thoughts into the wind.
Scold me like you should. I need it badly.
I need your deep voice to yell at me. How selfish of me, always needing.  
I say I have your intentions at the root of my thoughts yet I know I'm lying.
Please tell me this lie i speak is a little white one.
I say I'm doing this for you. I know I'm doing this for me.
Your lips are 9,222 Kilometers away from mine. I can't stand it anymore. It's crawling under my skin, causing me to itch.
My selfish heart needs your lip on me.
The blazing sun and blue skies roll around the corner and I need someones lips on mine. I'm breaking away.
Forgive me, I know I am wrong.
Melinda Éva May 2016
Somber as black and pure as white,
two are one at the end of the night
The isle is walked, vows are said,
tears are dripping from everyone's head
Lace is delicate as the wind,
flowing effortlessly over her skin
He grazes her like a blooming field,
admires all that she has to yield,
but hidden behind that veil she wears
is something he cannot seem to bear
The face revealed is not the same
as the one he seems to claim
to love as long as he may breathe
and love even more while six feet deep
The face he sees is one obscured
by premonitions he's once heard
He turns to the left to walk alone,
the isle that's meant for two to roam;

He journeys on his own to realize what just occurred:
he flipped the veil to witness his face plastered onto hers
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