#ourselves
In great fall, we see ourselves,
reflected in color, upon its graceful descent.
It brings color to our lives, deep and thoughtful,
blood red reminds us of who we are,
hot-headed and mute with rage.
Yellow forever cautiously tiptoes,
delicately pushing the warmth away.
Orange loud and gloating,
the blaze of the narcissist.
Brown dull dying death,
for those who feel nothing.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
Have we all become mere automata
guided by the ring of pings and notifs?
The spray of lather from a sea of data
carrying with it wrung celebrity whiffs
have stung us with a certain aphasia...
The written thought was a lifetime ago
long abandoned by the times and all--
where once there was soundness to follow
nonsense amassed like a rising cymbal
whose crash sent reason to the gallows.
The news of the day presents a delectable entree
of a hodgepodge of this, that, and nothing much.
Wherefore we find our tongues compelled to say
something about the aftertaste or to prejudge
as if we were connoisseurs--it must've hid faraway.
Are we perhaps amusing ourselves to death?
I am by no means a Luddite to such a degree,
but I believe we have bombarded and blessed
ourselves a little too much to see...
only time will tell us reason's final breath.
Sep 19, 2023
Sep 19, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
Nothing to prove
Or disprove
About yourself
Or to yourself
None of us
Have to
"Go to" anyone
And the idea
That we do is
A mental illness
We can't keep
Going to
Each other
Until we learn
To go to
Ourselves
Stop making
Our hatred of
Ourselves
Someone else's
Job
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 1:28 PM UTC
And yet despite the reciprocities of man, we are still at war.
Not at war with other nations,
Not at war with our governments,
Not at war with our neighbors,
But at war with ourselves.
The war that never ends is the war that is fought inside ourselves.
We all know that this is something that exists,
We all know that this is something that shouldn’t change,
We all know that sometimes war is too great for ourselves and we seek help.
But the war is something that we all agree should remain.
Why I ask of you,
Why must this war remain?
Is it so that we can constantly better ourselves through repeated questioning?
Is it so we can work to create turmoil in our minds in which we must struggle through?
Or is it so we have a reason to perpetually push ourselves to improve so that we may reach a certain goal?
This is an answer that will forever remain for it is different for the individual.
But it is my belief that thanks to these inner wars, we may improve as a society, no, more so improve as a species.
Through self improvement, through self turmoil, through self questioning, we may force ourselves to change, to become the person or entity in which we wish to become,
And if everyone was able to achieve this goal,
Either it be through our own desires, or the desires of our circumstance,
We can improve others, thanks to the experience one gains, and due to the natural human desire for social contact.
But not all inner wars lead to this outcome,
Many of them lead to selfishness, entitlement, or even apathy for their fellow people.
Saying that we should leave behind our earthly values, or a physical addiction is not what I’m implying here.
I believe that we are all allowed to have some selfishness, some amount of self entitlement, and even a small amount of apathy for people.
We do not need to feel empathy for the people who have wronged us, but we shouldn’t ignore the reasoning for them doing so, we can learn from their mistakes and teach it to others.
Being too selfless leads to self destruction due to giving too much of yourself away for the sake of others, this leads to a mind that will sooner than later crumble under the stress of pleasing those around them, and even sooner a body that will start to fall apart from beneath them.
A small amount of self entitlement leads to knowing one's self worth, if you have no entitlement then you lead to being too selfless, and leads you to become used by those around you.
How?
By allowing yourself to do the tasks or the jobs that nobody else wishes to do, yes it's good that someone does those things, but letting someone do it for too long and their mind too will lower itself to the trash tasks and will become trash itself due to repeated exposure.
The inner war that we all face, that we all have, and that we can all see,
It should be discussed,
It should be allowed to be seen by others,
It should be a way for self improvement.
It should always remain.
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 4:29 PM UTC
The more we practice, the effort we put in,
The better we get over time, then at some point,
We shape how old we are, in our life, and mind.
Keep putting the thought in the air, repeat it,
Convince yourself, your old, you will soon be there.
Age a number no attachment, connection to our body,
Many in their sixties, can outwork, and think many,
Half their age in years, that refuse to lay down the remote,
And stop adding to their mind, excuses and fears.
If you always think you need that extra couple snacks a day,
It becomes a daily routine, if you eat and believe you need,
Less at each meal, more time to get up move around,
It’s convincing yourself when you make the deal.
Many professional excuse-makers, around every day,
Convincing themselves they are fading away.
Most people you ask, say they do not want to die,
We are the only ones, that can motivate ourselves,
To think positive, keep active, eat right, be healthy,
For the few short years, we are alive.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/12/2020 AD
11:45 am
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 2:38 PM UTC
Infinity curls on and in itself,
opposing motions continue to spin.
We're drawn upon to observe
the urges of others in ourselves.
Waves unseen through idle eyes,
stillness mounts to moments of uttering.
When the sirens sing amongst us
translucent strings pull from within.
Propelled through unified switches,
laws of enchanted lure are felt.
Reflected thoughts enforce or repel,
concluded no ends over again.
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 4:30 PM UTC
Do you ever think its all gotta
end
How can this continue ?
The madness of it all
Why will we let it continue
How can we be so ignorant
Wheres the fight in us
How did we become weak
We used to fight
We used to care
We gathered for peace
Now we are just ignorant sheep
Think about that for while
Will it change
Will we just let it be
Stand by watch it destroy
Sit there with no thought
Its just madness after all
© Jennifer L DeLong 10/31/2020
Nov 1, 2020
Nov 1, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
We have a world inside,
Each other an ocean, a forest
A fire, a wind storm.
To comprehend, is to confuse
To feel alike, is to lose our rarity
To leave it be, is to refuse.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
No one can save us
but ourselves.
No one can
and no one may.
We ourselves
must walk the path.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
I play songs that make me happy
I play songs to keep me down
I play songs to keep me laughing
like you’re here
But who’ll hear me laughing out loud?
I had friends I could speak my mind to
I had friends that couldn’t care
I had friends that I did wrong to
in high school
And college, boy was I even there?
We had fun, you and I did
We had fun apart from ourselves
We had fun when we were younger and tighter
together, so why
Did we run from our wealth?
We were silly, inside and outside
We were silly simply for a laugh
We were silly to think you’d get over it
and were silly
To think it would last
You’re still here and so am I, friend
You’re still here only in a different town
You’re still here and time is your friend
let’s end this and
Make amends while we’re still around
You’re afraid, how do you think I feel?
You’re afraid and I’m nervous myself
You’re afraid of the future
and past hurts
We can heal after we forgive ourselves
Oh yes, we can heal after we forgive ourselves
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
We use makeup and clothes as an armor.
We use makeup to cover our scars;
We dress up to look confident and strong.
We use it differently;
Some used it to make themselves more beautiful;
Some used it to protect themselves from getting bullied, mock and etc.
Not just by using makeup and clothes as an armor,
But we should also use who we truly are as an armor.
Never forget about your true selves just because you use makeup and clothes as an armor,
But we should also embrace and love ourselves for who we truly are.
Covering up scars and dressing up to look confident and strong is just a quality of our armor ;
But what we really have as an armor is ourselves.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
many choose to draw a distinction
between the natural world and the world
humanity creates for itself
but to separate ourselves from nature
is to deny responsibility for its wellbeing.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC
The nights are as young as we are,
The days, are as long as our nightmares,
Our dreams are short,
But long during,
To compare ourselves with others,
Is like comparing our nightmares,
They'll never be the same,
For one person's nightmares,
Are another's day dream.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
Why don't they let us express ourselves?
Is it because it's inappropriate?
The norm of society thinks so
And what is normal anyway?
We want to be ourselves
But if we do, they will shun us away
We need to find a place where we belong
Let's go to a place, where we can be free.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
चलो खुद की तलाश करते हैं दुनिया के मसलों से दूर
कुछ पल,कुछ पल अपने साथ बिताते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं,,
बिखर गए कुछ पन्ने ज़िन्दगी के इधर-उधर
समेट के आज सबको
एक खुशनुमा लम्हा लिखते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं,,
माफ़ करना ऐ दिल तुझे सबसे ज्यादा दुखी
हमने ही किया है
खुशियां तो बांट दी ज़माने भर में और
दुनिया भर का ग़म तुझे दिया है
तुझपे किये इस ज़ुर्म की सज़ा अपने आप को देते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं,,
थक चुके हैं ये कान सबकी बातें सुनते-सुनते
कभी किसी की फटकार तो किसी के ताने सुनते-सुनते
आज सबको चुप कर इन्हें सिर्फ़ अपनी बातें सुनाते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं,,
खो दिया है खुद को दुनिया की भीड़ में कंही
आगे निकल गए सारे और हम खड़े रह गए वंही
ज़िन्दगी बीत गयी सबको खुश रखते-रखते
आज सबको भुला सिर्फ़ और सिर्फ़
अपनी खुशियों के तराने बुनते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं
चलो आज खुद की तलाश करते हैं,,।।
www.youtube.com/miniPOETRY
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 7:15 AM UTC
Its Time To Manage Ourselves.
(The only definition of management)
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
It is hard to find a light
A moth drawn to the flame
Because we have lost something special
Oh, where are we?
It is hard to understand
How life has changed
We’ve lost our old selves
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Standing all alone, in the dark?
Is it because he can’t find the light?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Crying from his soul?
Is it because he can’t find himself?
Oh, where are we?
Why is there a human
Trying to pull apart from the dark?
Is it because the dark is blinding?
Oh, where are we?
Maybe that human is us
And we can’t find something missing
We have lost someone long the way, ourselves...
Oh, where are we?
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
i met you in the middle of august
during the death of summer
but the birth of my life
the leaves were just beginning to turn
the shade of mustard
of my favorite yellow
the specks of gold inside the dog of my childhood
and you were a melancholy prince
a monsoon of everything I was always too busy looking elsewhere for
always on the cusp
now before my eyes it was terrifying
I was too busy in my own sadness
always teetering on the verge of the roof
more mosquito bite than girl
when they asked why I was always writing
what could I write about if I wasn't ever talking to people
no sensory experiences but the ones I imagined
a shyness of a body
a flushing fever of a person
how could I explain
spill onto the kitchen sink gripping strangers' shoulders
crying I was in love with everything
and could that be such a bad thing
I didn't want to be a wound
but there we were
stealing groceries from the store and never sleeping
inside a romantic cocoon
I would go anywhere with you
be your favorite friend
a favored nervousness inside the pit of your amygdala
if you wanted me to
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
Do not judge me by my appearances; hard may be soft and happy may be sad. A rich heart may lie under a poor coat and bring you into a joy you could only imagine possible. A chance taken an oppertunity missed, a life lived or one saved for its end. We are where we put ourselves and where we allow ourselves to wonder. I love you alone, with a richness I must have found in a life I was saving
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Perfection
Is an imperfection.
An imperfection is
A unique beauty.
We are all beautiful
With are uniqness.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC