#selfexploration
Who am I?
I'm a collection of all the good and bad
With every mistake and triumph I am clad
I'm an assortment of lessons I've learned
And each and every scar I have earned
I'm a speck of all my experiences gathered
Taking from all I've endured and weathered
Each moment I've lived broken into a sliver
Collecting each as I float down life's river
Who am I?
I'm merely a beautiful mosiac in the making
Destined to be me in a life of waking
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
When you finally know what's within,
that's when your real life begin.
No longer chasing mirrored skies,
Or hiding truth behind disguise.
You meet yourself with softer eyes,
And learn to hush the harshest lies.
The ones that said you weren't enough,
That love should hurt, that strength is tough.
You hold your heart like sacred ground,
In every beat, your worth is found.
You bloom not for the world to see,
But just because you’re finally free.
You speak, and know your voice is true,
You walk, and feel the path is you.
No maps, no masks, no need to roam,
You’ve found yourself. You’ve come back home.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like a candy wrapper
Found in a lot of places
Seen but not recognized
Never prioritised
All about the unwrapping
See how far they can get
Without shredding
But it's not about the padding
Then to be used
For their filth
To be added to my insides
And wrap back around all my sides
Once I've been toyed with
It's done for
Time to throw me away
Doesn't matter what I say
Simply, trash
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
Booting…booting…booting
Power on
Channel change
Weave through channels
Comical in a moment
Historical in the next
Melodramatic then bold
Tailor made for for the masses
Everyone has a channel they like
And I tune to all
But what when alone?
No channel to choose
A dark reflective screen
Replays a dark mien
I am a TV
For you to watch
Delicately balanced
Too easy to botch
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 9:48 PM UTC
More of me than one mind.
More of me than one heart.
More of me than one soul.
Less of me, just one part.
Love is good. Love is bad.
I can't decide if I'm happy or sad.
If there's more of me than one,
than perhaps I'm just mad.
Crazy to think I could finally find sanity.
I lost myself looking. I'm my own enemy.
Who I am now is just a darker version,
of the man I once was...
Another person.
Sometimes I hate you,
and others, I don't.
I think I love you,
but I really don't know.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
I will build for you,
a path of coal and ash and stone
Cold upon flesh,
expended, marring, broken, and ******
Stumbling blind,
dead end in sight
Promises hollow as bone,
Fingertips tear at the throat,
Choking on nothing, veins swell and burst
Blocking the light, denying the hope,
Abide the noose and it's hunger,
Define, the feeling of fear,
Reminded of the grasp of sweet slumber
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
I remain puzzled by my own puzzles,
of pieces the universe strung together through its orbits,
of the shades of blue and pink and steel grey it painted
on my wrists and my cheeks and my tiny feet
for there is no reason why I should crave silence,
yet my ears thirst for it, and the noise of life too
I long to let loose, yet I keep my chest sewn shut
I have so much to say, but speaking drains me
because the warm and the cold runs and spins and stirs
and standing here, I remain confused
as I wonder what to be
and wander through the land and sea
searching for who to be.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC