"conceitedness" poems
All that I done for you
So many I cannot count
I hope you'd care for me too
But my wishes, to you didn't amount
The energy I spent, I time I gave
You took, oh so eagerly
But it was your turn, you saved
And hid everything selfishly
Is it wrong to ask the same
Or if not a little more?
Do you think my love's a game?
Why is giving such a chore?
Perhaps I've been blinded to see
All your self-conceitedness
In truth, you never loved me
A thief of love and innocence
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
I never thought I could sink this low
It feels like I'm drowning
In a sea of vanity
What ever happened to me?
Imprisoned by my pride
Searching for the light
Imprisoned by conceitedness
Wanting back my old life
I won't stand for this
This life I can't forget
I won't stand for this
This life I can't forget
I'm saying goodbye to strife
Beginning a new life
Leaving my pride behind me
Striving for humility
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Tick tock
Can you hear that clock?
We only have so much time.
Let us not waste our time dwelling on each other’s past mistakes
But on the opportunities to start over and have better memories to make.
You only have so much time.
Tick tock
A constant rhythm
Filled with love, confusion and criticism
Every minute somebody in the world dies
Let us not waste the time we have
On conceitedness and lies
Don’t let death remind you of what you should have done
Don’t let death be a solution to everything wrong
Sometimes we fall, but we get back up
Time doesn’t stand still, so don’t force yourself stuck
Tick tock
Time on the clock only stops when the batteries have died
When your battery runs out in years, maybe months, or days to come
What are you going to regret and wish you had done?
Time is precious
And I only have so much time.
Let us march with those fallen
Be them soldiers or an average Joe
Every second counts
They only had so much time.
Tick tock
What kind of clock do you got?
Does it just tick in your head
Over and over again?
Do you embrace it or ignore it?
Once a minute has passed
That moment in time is never coming back
So tick tock
Be happy, be wise
Tick tock
We only have so much time.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 12:52 AM UTC
oh such humility
is found here
not a cocky one
in the lot
no narcissism
or conceitedness
not a word about
**** so taut
not a one thinks
he's better
than any other
on the site
or in the world
for that matter
who thinks he's
always right
not one thinks
that he is
God's gift to
humankind
or that others
swoon for him
because he's so
very fine
at least most
don't write it
a bragging
load of poo
if you have to
write about it
it's certainly
not true!
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC