#conceited
you’re not used to this is how you testify?
woe to thee who asked for ease to be denied!
since you’re better than others and cannot believe otherwise
i have no sympathy if that’s your reply
i don’t care if you’re levitating insufferably high
everyone deserves respect regardless of how stratified
kindness isn’t stupid, it’s beautifully dignified
if you can’t see that then you’re unqualified
to be of those I declare compassionately legitimized
if you were truly great you wouldn’t resort to abuses
you’d be who you are no matter how many uses
and while i believe in doing what one so reasonably chooses
my sympathies are immune to your pompous excuses
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
I mourn a future never meant to be,
discarding rose-tinted glasses for emerald shades.
I don a hood of fractured memories,
and despair the person I never became.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
When I can't tell if
My underwear is
clean or not,
I sniff it. But
regardless
of the smell
I still wear
it anyways
since my
*** always
be so
Fine.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
I’ll be sitting on the fence;
until the cows come home,
You can steal my thunder,
and you can break my bones.
Blood is thicker than water
and you’re the apple of my eye,
you may steal my thunder,
but you're a blessing in disguise,
Because honey!
You're just so easy on the eye,
It’s true I’m shallow;
but you're so easy on the eye.
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you move,
I like the way you groove,
I like the way you scream,
I like the way you shout,
I like the way you spit, (Swollow)
I like the way you pout!
Because honey
You're just so easy on the eye,
It's trues you're a monster;
but you're so easy on the eye!
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
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
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
on
seeing
his
resplendent
image
in
the
reflective
glass
that
did
start
a
lifelong
romance
every
minute
of
every
day
he'd
take
an
idolizing
look
at
himself
in
the
mirror's
venerating
window
he's
not
vain
not
half
he's
right
into
self-love
kissing
himself
until
the
glass
fogs
up
who's
that
lovely
fellow
with
the
conceited
appearance
as
he
throws
his
adoring
arms
rapturously
around
himself
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
the world may be your oyster,
...
but keep in mind that some of us are allergic to shellfish.
{d.f. | 12/07/17}
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Little standing duck whose weight wobbles her feet,
Simple sallow duck sways in shallow water,
Unconcerned.
Dips beak in silt for grit and looks up,
So much gratitude for a little, a grain.
The known, the too well known is sneered,
A little vanity in understanding the latent perhaps?
To keep hid secret humour, whose hue only remains seen?
Reddened cheeks and jutting veins,
Or just leave it all unsaid, maybe.
Duck does not tuck it in.
Dredge she will for the least and lift it too.
Sinister chuckles she cackles at, what insolence!
Yet the vulnerability is unearthed any way.
Against the sun's glare little lingers,
Of the conceited ingenuity.
But why is being figured out such a scare?
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Blow on me, northerly breeze
Dry my watery eyelids
From the tears that drop
Like the Arabian trees
Cry their medicinal gum.
Oh, summer aroma
That does justice to break my defiance against this heat.
Heated affair, may you incinerate in the Sahara,
And chill to death as the night approaches in that
barren landscape.
But here I lie
Bored, invisible in the haughty summer
And behind those darkened forests
Begins a steady haunted drummer.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
I continue loving you from a distance,
That one chance you had, you missed it.
You lit the flame, I ignited it, so I'm the one who's to blame.
I let you in, tried to open you up, while knowing what I was getting involved in...
You cut me off when I needed you most, tried to warm your heart, when I saw you were cold,
we've grown so close became vulnerable.
"I should have known."
Now I'm here, with my heart strings bleeding , because you cut them by leaving.
Right when I needed...
I pleaded...
But you're cowardly conceited...
You're afraid of love,
I can see it in your eyes,
"Don't look away."
No need to masquerade,
I see it through your cold disguise,
"Please be brave."
I know you want it,
you're suppressing it like I.
A part of me already knew you would do something like this...
I didn't want to believe that it was true.
Why would you start pretending I never existed?
"Just like I predicted."
You dismissed it,
Instead of trying to fix this.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
"She puts too much make-up"
That's what they say.
They don't know that..
Foundation is for her pale skin
Concealer is for her stressed eyebags
Lipstick is for her sad lips
and eye-shadow is for her dead eyes
Is she conceited or she just hides everything well?
Think again.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
I just feel there is
Something immortal
Inside our veins,
And perhaps I am conceited
But I mean it.
You make eternity
Possible with your gentle
swords of hands,
And perhaps I am defeated
But I feel it.
-- Eleanor
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
chorus:
Why did I worry
And why did I sin
And why was I just so conceited
And why did I roll in the mud of the world for so long
Why was I angry
And why did I cry
And why did I judge those I hated
And why did I waste love on those that I didn't care for
Even when darkness knew what I feared
He knew what I needed
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Nobody tells you
it is okay to call yourself beautiful
it is okay to smile at mirrors
and it is perfectly fine
to say your own eyes are pretty
it is wonderful to love your waist
and your legs
regardless of their size
and you are not conceited
if you use your fingers to list
everything you’re good at
rather than point
at all your own flaws
you can acknowledge you’re smart
and that you will go places
and you will be someone
greater than your mistakes
you can’t always expect
other people to believe in yourself
for you
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
when you said you stopped trying, it nearly ripped my heart out. i guess i just always thought you'd be there. i was stupid to think that, and conceited. but i'm glad you're over me, in a twisted and cynical way.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
be conceited
love yourself
love every single aspect of yourself
your thunder thighs, your braces
your back fat, the way your jaw clicks whenever you eat
something crunchy
your allergies, your stumpy fingers
the hair on your arms, and the way that you always click your
pen even when people ask you to stop
love yourself
love yourself until the day you die
and if anyone ever calls you conceited
you tell them
**** yes i am
why arent you?
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC