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MG Mar 2021
I am humiliated
that I have ever let worthless men,
determine my self worth.
I am like the ocean.
Soft, breaking, blue.
But vengeful, strong, and powerful.
Oldie from 06/19
Alaina Moore Mar 2021
All my self worth is carried on the backs of others.

What an idea to fathom

That I could carry it myself.

What a task I've burden others.

Would assume the weight if I knew how.
leeaaun Mar 2021
if you can't accept my rejection,
its not my issue
as i can't love you anymore,
because i have realized my worth
just like you did back then—
when my heart was crumbled down
under your feet
i am not doing it to take revenge
it's karma, who is back
to give you, what you gave others
you get, what you give to others
TG Feb 2021
I´d rather die alone, than settle for less...
If there is something that I learned these couple of years, is to see my worth. All these years I´d go for less, and accept to be treated badly, but why. I don´t deserve that, nobody deserves to be treated badly.
You can only give
what you yourself have.
To give love
Love yourself first.
To be kind
Be kind to yourself first.
To mean something to anyone
Treasure yourself first!!!
This makes you a happy person.

Shell ✨🐚
you can’t give what you yourself don’t have.
Brumous Feb 2021
My love for you is inchoate.
No, not chocolate.
I may not be as sweet
but I'll be something worth craving for.

And, good enough to be loved back.
julian Feb 2021
we should never settle for less
for we deserve nothing but the best
however, we become so dense
to people who are not worthy for our self
Ok, I get the message
I guess my feelings, to you, were pretentious

I dont know what i was expecting
I was just fishing for affection

Seems like im often unprotected
And oftentimes become relentless

Nowadays im so restless
I always have a heart on my sleeve

But my mind is demented
  of all these people that took advantage
of me

I should’ve demanded a fee
I guess my own disadvantage was me
Ken Pepiton Jan 2021
We all were bums and walkers through hell or we are children yet to recall
these tales, trails better marked than Hansel could imagine marking on his own.

We agree, words are well spent:
to buy tears to place the final bit of salt into the sea, in remembrance of passing over and passing through on hands and knees and standing, comforted,
beyond the door.
woe, woman, concha weep for me…
doncha
weep for me
I been beyond the door before I knew there's no knocker on this side

Mus'be more'n one door, one to knock and one to open,
beyond which are you?
Beyond the knocked on one am I.
I carry my own value as gravity determines things,
weigh that for what it's worth. Worthy, eh, what it's worth as a skill,
worthship, citizenship, partnership.
From three years ago, I find a piece of how I got this far. I suggested to me that I must read what I write or be accountable for not sharing free willing-ly. Self forming apps for self learning beings, run line by line.
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