#selfabsorbed
Does crying out
in a blank world
make me selfish
Selfish to want someone
just so they can hear
my screams
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 1:34 AM UTC
The deviations of the fractured mind
No glue no tape, no sanity, find
No move ahead, or stay behind
No rhythm, or reason and no design
Delusions rampant, a runaway train
A slow moving throb, ending in pain
A fiasco meandering, circling, the brain
A wish for control, only anger remains
Deceptive illusions, each vying for space
The end of the tantrum, unable to place
The cause of the problem, an unsmiling face
The world will progress, without an embrace
No salve for the lesions, just lingering scars
A belief in something, non-existent, or sparse
The will that is wasted, on something bizarre
Know them by sight, just course for the par
After all's said and done
It's just who
They are
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
What have I turned into
Even my mirror has stopped giving me a clue
Getting disturbed even at the slightest noise
Only dark room and silence has become my choice
Irritation and secrecy has taken place
With just unbearable pain in my heart's case
Tearing and swollen eyes
With a smile that is just illusionised
Tightened lips which have no desire to talk
I have understood it's just path of misery on which I have to walk
One corner sitting alone with headphones on
Wasn't the thought I even thought of when I was born
Today I find nothing that could help me enjoy
I'm just stuffing in all the things in myself just as cotton in a soft toy
Pain can neither be expressed in words nor in paint
It's just an emotion which with time NEEDS to FAINT!
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
See all those people?
They're real; they feel,
they think, they aren't
mannequins.
I know this may come
as a surprise, but there are
other people in the
world with problems.
And by the way, the fact
that you can't find your
tweezers isn't a catastrophe.
Oh I know you need them to
perfect your eyebrows.
Just in case you forgot,
we are having a pandemic.
Oh, you want me to leave?
I make you uncomfortable.
Never mind it's freezing out,
and that crisis I mentioned, is
at it's peak.
And lets just forget that it's
late at night, and I've nowhere to go.
Just a small reminder, we have a
two year old daughter, and
I have been taking care of
your son for eight years.
Oh, it's your house and it's
not your job to put me up.
I wouldn't live with you if
you paid me.
I had a place and gave it up when
you called me, begging and crying
for my help with the kids, because
it was too much, and you
couldn't multi task.
So now I get why you don't
have mirrors in your house...
Even though you're a narcissist,
it's too painful for you to see those
reptilian, vacant eyes starring
blankly back at you.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
Polished in the mirror,
I shine.
There's evidence
everyone who knows it
now knows of ME,
and has liked my image repeatedly.
This is my good side
quickly, capture that twinkle,
sparkle and finesse;
from every angle imaginable,
and photoshop it
until my form is pleasing and recognizable.
Stare at ME entirely
but only after I have given consent,
after you subscribe to the content.
Please don't bother ME
while uploading my deep thoughts,
I am trending now;
but yesterday I lost a follower
for ME it's like losing a limb.
Such stress makes ME lose focus
I forget to breathe or eat,
such a price for the framework;
I'm not just a vessel, I'm an idol.
I'll rise and steal the moment,
little snares for captive time.
Look at ME
don't lose interest,
stop texting when I'm talking to you.
That's annoying
that's rude,
pay attention to ME for once.
Automatic flash goes off
set for selfie, now filter applied
something is missing here,
a selfie born without the self.
Don't pity ME
the phone doesn't lie;
imperfection can never be
I'm immune,
ME indeed,
addicted to the social feed.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
They note leaves /
But not people /
They seep tea /
But don't sɛw
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
Half way through the year
And what have you did, oh dear...
Have you gave to people in need?
No, you stay in the way.
Like a weed.
You focus on your self hoping you never delay
But the year isn't over.
You still have time
To change the fate of the world
Even if you just have a dime.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Her face was like an auto
While being struck by an auto.
And the driver?
Well, the driver just laughed.
“Thanks god my car isn’t damaged;
I stole it yesterday night.”
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Take take
Take it all
No give back
Fill your cup
Never fill mine
Feel the sunshine
Let me stand in the rain
I care, you don’t
Push but no pull
Receive but never give
Salute but never stand
Selfish, that’s your brand
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
Oh glutton of sorrow
Nothing is ever sorrowful enough
One sorrow on another
Give me something to be sorrowful about, she cries!
When all is well ... All is not well with the sorrow glutton
Simply because there is nothing to relentlessly complain about
In her little corner of the world
Forever the victim she paints
Anyone willing to listen to her songs of sorrow
She will surely pull down with her
Into the depths of despair
A bottomless darkened pit
Virtual vampire of energy
Too lazy to live on her own fuel of life
To live off other people's sympathy
Oh it makes her thrive
Never does she utter a trusted word
For it is surely someone else's thought she stole
Blank canvas without a frame
Forming a collage
A collage of other people's personalities
Yet none of her own
The sympathy card she will play
Time and time again
Until you shout ... Game over!
Only then will she look for another to continue her sorrowful game
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Look,
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things
than your depression
Death or dismemberment
It's not just your falsified insurance claim
The day you fell to your knees and wept
over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion
The message in a bottle you never sent
Your laziness allowed the entire ocean to be swept
carelessly away for your lack of devotion
The day you spoke about your loneliness
sitting in an upright-coffin-confession
Adjacent to the man who ***** children
to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant, he felt those young men.
Did that yet distract your pain?
Remember that day
that day you cried to your doctor
Elaborating about your back and lack of motion
She’d been crying
She was trying to comprehend
hospice for her cancer-ridden husband
Off to die, he was sent
Oh, that's exactly what it meant.
But, oh, that little tiny microscopic pain!
Then there was that day you complained
To your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she spoke of her boss firing her,** post-rape**
To avoid the human resource claim
You were hell-bent over your issue…
As she went insane.
Remember the day you went "insane" to your best friend
About your second wedding being destroyed by the rain
Your bestie was a man who had never felt the embrace
of love
affection
or pain
The ability to cherish
The passion and pain of a woman,
he had paralyzed legs,
no woman had ever loved him
Because he could never provide ***
And YES you booooooo-hoo-ed
Over all your costume-esque dresses getting wet
Whats next?
You complain about the rain...
A magical natural scene
But LOOK,
You've never once tried
to see that persons suffering.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
It takes an unbridled spirit to selflessly help another in need,
so don't you dare believe that you found your *** of gold
without my rainbow.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
Two ****** loving each . . .
In lieu of gnats and peacocks,
. . . Pathetic poetasters.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC