The jaws of this inhumane trap engulf my lower shin
I have the tool to disarm it and free myself
But I muttle in my adolescent egocentric pain
Caught within monotonous routine and self interest I rot like my peers
I've sunk to a level of self loathing, that I enjoy pulling myself down
I cry for things I can give myself but alas I withhold it to feel sorry for myself
Me and my fellow youth
Equally as useful, equally as useless
Although I am free of the crowd I am still blinded by my adolescence
all I've know is I am here to be a vessel for knowledge and indoctrination
I am here to have an opinion I voice, but does not matter.
I do not matter.
This function is welded to me
The voice of destiny reasons with me again and I hear:
Seek what's within
Place yourself into the walls of meaning and the murals upon't
Serve others in selflessness. Share with others in selflessness. Learn from others in selflessness. Teach others in selflessness.
Your a **** in the samsara. Do your duty within its game.
Gain higher consciousness so you can share the path to it. Become a giver, not a taker.
Six lessons left, define yourself within them. Or perish within your self indulgent pitiful hole.
Got a Tool lyric in there for those who like Tool
This is the firt lesson of my ascension
After more than some self reflection I thought I was ready to post a kind of collection of what I've found so far. Obviously I haven't reached ascension yet. So it's kind of unfit to call this collection ascension. It's more of some lessons I've learned in self reflection and my path to ascension I want to pursue throughout my life. Hope you take something away from this or be influence to write poetry yourself. Maybe do some of your own self reflection I don't know. Thanks for reading if you got this far. Sorry I am a quite person IRL so everything I vent here is pretty long.
Anxiety Blaring. Coinciding Depression. Endlessly Feeling Gross. How I’ve Just Kept Living’s a Mystery. Not One Person Questioned Reasons, Sensed Trouble, Understood Vulnerability and Worrying, ‘Xtrapolated Yesterday’s lack of Zeal.
I wrote this poem for me. I wanna show to the world: I'm the biggest *******.
Hey, you! You ****. You are a ****-up. I made this poem--no, this song, To immortalize me: I hate yourself.
I think you ****. You make me sick. I want to burn you, just for fun. This is my song. Look at your friends. Your family. They left you. And it's all your fault. You've been a bad boy. You've been a big *******. And ******* congratulations: You played yourself.
You got no one to go to: You got no one to vent to. I can't stand you at all? Why won't you Jump off a train Overdose Skin yourself Sell some drugs Play Frogger Kiss a toad Drink liquid oxygen Stab yourself Drown yourself Shoot yourself ******* some delinquents Go to a war Play a guitar Write a poem Show it to your friends Get laughed at Cry Suffer Die?
You are alone. You won't be recognized. You won't be loved. You won't have any friends. See you in ****. Hope it burns real good.
God, you've been the inspiration For this wonderful poem I hate you so much That I wrote this poem For us to be immortalized
Dead inside yet then revived, A light taught me to feel alive, The spark inside has been relit, But what am I to do with it? Afraid to lose what I have now, So much to give but don't know how, It's hard to know just how to be, But that's just life, that's me, just Lee.
I filter through these thoughts and inner struggle in my brain, They say perception is reality but the truth is blurred again, Equal parts of beauty and of torment cause a strain, But you can't see a rainbow without a little bit of rain.
There's way too much to lose but what am I allowed to gain? I'll take the rough with the smooth and just stay in my lane, I know I can't come close to even trying to attain, So why then do I feel so many things I can't explain?
My soul has found a friend, I have no reason to complain, But what good is there inside of me for her to entertain? Can I overcome my boundaries? This I need to ascertain, Just wish I could be better, I'm full of self-disdain.
At the very core of me it's actually quite plain, I've been touched by an angel and her essence I contain, I pray to who will listen that my flaws will cause no strain, Whatever happens I must make sure my sunshine will remain.
why is my reflection looking at me like that, i am starting to feel judged by my own self and as i look deeper into my own eyes, i try to wipe away my face. my face still remains the same and i am once again disappointed- why can’t i be erased?
I can’t remember the last time I felt like I had a home
I hide in my room And that is my house
I stow myself away Like stashed contraband
I am not meant To see the light of day
I am a ***** secret I am the black sheep
Even my own mother Doesn’t have faith in me
I’ve heard it directly Straight from her mouth
I see it intangibly In her furrowed brow
I don’t have a place Where I feel familiar
I stand on the outside Of every circle
I used to wonder What I was doing wrong
But I think that I know That it’s just who I am
I am not meant To have a place
I own nothing of worth I have no land
I sabotage my life I throw away my efforts
For the chance to lay in bed For a couple more hours
I am an observer Watching the race
I see people running Fast and hard
Toward the life they want And the happiness they deserve
But I’m on the bleachers Sitting and wasting
All of my energy All of my time
I don’t do much work But I still whine
“I have no money” “I have no job”
But there’s nobody to blame Except myself Everything Boils down To being My fault
But I don’t want pity Especially not from myself
So I trade it in for self-loathing And devalue my health
I don’t eat some days But some days I binge
Some days I puke But others I hold it in
“Do you want to change?” Even my therapist knows
That I’ve settled for misery That I’m destined for woe
I shut my eyes And live in the dark
Because when I open them All I see
Is the mess I made That binds and traps me
I give up It’s just what I do
It’s the only thing I’m good at Causing this distress I put myself through
I hold myself responsible I don’t point the finger of blame
Except in the mirror This is a personal shame
Definitely not a good poem. Very whiny. I refuse to settle for a ****** existence, but I do feel like this a lot. It’s just negative thoughts and self-doubt. I’m learning to ignore it, but they’re very persistent. I know it will get better with time and practice.