#selfimportance - Hello Poetry

Graffiti artist sprays to say that “I was here” — Ozymandias

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 6:05 PM UTC

jackgroundhog

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Graffiti artist sprays to say that “I was here” — Ozymandias

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it’s on the rise so they said to me ... can you believe it? so i told them ... the nerve! *** *** what are they thinking? some people! We are the reasonable ones but They are idiotic, stupid bogans greedy arrogant money-grabbing capitalists or non believing infidels we are quick to form our clubs our churches of belief secure our self-righteousness fomenting hate for others we reinforce our togetherness with short hash-tagged rants we are bonded in our contempt for those other miscreants we forget our humanity and squabble over scraps while our planet dies we draw territorial maps we reinforce our borders forgetting what our wars have done to our fellow humans what has our fighting won? self interest media helps to congeal a fake ****** mess a long long way from real so spare the indignation open minds and hearts it’s only what we gave that’s remembered when we pass

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 7:50 PM UTC

rick-warr

indignation ...

it’s on the rise so they said to me ... can you believe it? so i told them ... the nerve! *** *** what are they thinking? some people! We are the reasonable ones but They are idiotic, stupid bogans greedy arrogant money-grabbing capitalists or non believing infidels we are quick to form our clubs our churches of belief secure our self-righteousness fomenting hate for others we reinforce our togetherness with short hash-tagged rants we are bonded in our contempt for those other miscreants we forget our humanity and squabble over scraps while our planet dies we draw territorial maps we reinforce our borders forgetting what our wars have done to our fellow humans what has our fighting won? self interest media helps to congeal a fake ****** mess a long long way from real so spare the indignation open minds and hearts it’s only what we gave that’s remembered when we pass

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In a kingdom full of inclemencies my hubris does not fail me Profuse and Fierce, Some may call me arrogant 'Hubris!' chuckled I, 'Yes Hubris!' It's a recording of my failings. 'It's that amorality,' I muttered. My hubris is my substratum towards my nescience. It is that aspect that will lean me towards drowning in the sea of my own incoherent imbecility. It's a deep program in my faulty code, a nightmare towards monks. It's the ink on my arms, tattooed to my soul. 'Hubris!' chuckled I, 'Yes Hubris!' It does not fail to show in my wording. It's the ferry to sea, the net in the ocean. It is limber as it is inventive, with every exception. It has no ingenuousness, it is unlike modesty and threatens to surmount me. It's a sandwich in which has caught every hitch of breath, it leaves me bewitched, no certain pitch that I can tell afore it chokes me. It leaves no correspondence with those around me, too caught up in my own fantasies that I can no longer celebrate or verbalize felicitously. Many times I wished that I preserved my receipt so that I could trade in my Hubris for something a little less mucusless for it is something akin to Judas, and I cannot utilize it for anything utilizable. If I could somehow find a way that would lead me to a resilient recuperation. I would judge that to be more utilizable then this Hubris that encumbers me. No matter how many times I beat it down, it war's like a lion and a bunch of tourists on a safari. If only this grotesque lion-like hubris was shot by the doter of a hubris poacher. Every generation would be gratified and they would find that it is much more facile to coerce without that unpleasant Hubris. Of course, I suppose in a way hubris could be utilizable in some situations that required it. If I somehow found a way to trade my hubris for something like modestly and found that I missed my hubris quite dearly. I would laugh at my incoherent imbecility and perceive myself to be remotely mad! These ravings of my hubris I'm quite sure because I found it so consequential to indite a poem of stark preposterousness. In a contingency like this, I suppose my hubris is getting quite polished, so sharply able to strike down any sense of modesty. I conjecture this is the terminus of this arrangement, please omit my hubris for a moment. I suppose I should give you some tea afore I dose myself in a salubrious dose of radiation.

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Apr 20, 2019

Apr 20, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC

Yuno-Nightgale

Hubris

In a kingdom full of inclemencies my hubris does not fail me Profuse and Fierce, Some may call me arrogant 'Hubris!' chuckled I, 'Yes Hubris!' It's a recording of my failings. 'It's that amorality,' I muttered. My hubris is my substratum towards my nescience. It is that aspect that will lean me towards drowning in the sea of my own incoherent imbecility. It's a deep program in my faulty code, a nightmare towards monks. It's the ink on my arms, tattooed to my soul. 'Hubris!' chuckled I, 'Yes Hubris!' It does not fail to show in my wording. It's the ferry to sea, the net in the ocean. It is limber as it is inventive, with every exception. It has no ingenuousness, it is unlike modesty and threatens to surmount me. It's a sandwich in which has caught every hitch of breath, it leaves me bewitched, no certain pitch that I can tell afore it chokes me. It leaves no correspondence with those around me, too caught up in my own fantasies that I can no longer celebrate or verbalize felicitously. Many times I wished that I preserved my receipt so that I could trade in my Hubris for something a little less mucusless for it is something akin to Judas, and I cannot utilize it for anything utilizable. If I could somehow find a way that would lead me to a resilient recuperation. I would judge that to be more utilizable then this Hubris that encumbers me. No matter how many times I beat it down, it war's like a lion and a bunch of tourists on a safari. If only this grotesque lion-like hubris was shot by the doter of a hubris poacher. Every generation would be gratified and they would find that it is much more facile to coerce without that unpleasant Hubris. Of course, I suppose in a way hubris could be utilizable in some situations that required it. If I somehow found a way to trade my hubris for something like modestly and found that I missed my hubris quite dearly. I would laugh at my incoherent imbecility and perceive myself to be remotely mad! These ravings of my hubris I'm quite sure because I found it so consequential to indite a poem of stark preposterousness. In a contingency like this, I suppose my hubris is getting quite polished, so sharply able to strike down any sense of modesty. I conjecture this is the terminus of this arrangement, please omit my hubris for a moment. I suppose I should give you some tea afore I dose myself in a salubrious dose of radiation.

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The Narcissist Attention is the oxygen that feeds this phobic mind Abandonment is death to them, they'll not respond in kind Ignore them at your peril, adore, or see their wrath Their self is false and hollow, they’re only worth is death! You’re adoration gives them life, dependent on approval They’ll laugh at you but not themselves, their temperament is cruel He’ll goad and taunt and torture you, he’ll take you to the brink It’s me; I’m mad and paranoid, that’s what he’ll make you think. But if you dare reject them, they try to rip you down They cannot stand to be the **** or lose their bogus crown Their ego is but all they are and you supply the rest They look to you for solvency, will **** you’re dying breath! Get Rid!

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Sep 14, 2017

Sep 14, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC

Glasgow-Girl-G1

An **** Assist!

The Narcissist Attention is the oxygen that feeds this phobic mind Abandonment is death to them, they'll not respond in kind Ignore them at your peril, adore, or see their wrath Their self is false and hollow, they’re only worth is death! You’re adoration gives them life, dependent on approval They’ll laugh at you but not themselves, their temperament is cruel He’ll goad and taunt and torture you, he’ll take you to the brink It’s me; I’m mad and paranoid, that’s what he’ll make you think. But if you dare reject them, they try to rip you down They cannot stand to be the **** or lose their bogus crown Their ego is but all they are and you supply the rest They look to you for solvency, will **** you’re dying breath! Get Rid!

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