"egocentrism" poems
“Quiet,
Caring,
I think she sings?
She was in the musical,”
Everyone walks around so smug
Binding themselves to egocentrism
While I sit here
A burden
Wondering about the
F L A V O U R
Of confidence
No one really knows me
Writing me off
Reveling in my
Embarrassment
Just because I don’t
Go out, as much
Just because I don’t
Lift drinks to my lips
Just because I don’t
Open up to everyone
I can’t take it
I just want to write a letter
To everyone,
Saying:
“Yes, I’m caring.
I’m like a mother to most.
Yes, I was in the musical.
Ensemble, thank you very much.
Yes, I sing.
I love to sing; I’m going to college for it.
However, I am NOT quiet;
My friends would argue that.
I’m not anti-social.
I just don’t like this corrupt world.
And finally,
I’m loud.
I am LOUD,
AND I LOVE IT!”
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Youthful ignorance wishes
that life meant something
external
But nothing means anything
to anyone until one gets
involved
Meaning follows experience
inexperience has no place
demanding
Maturity destroys innocence
self-indulgent egocentrism
encourages
Failure to find deeper meaning
is failure to build the bridges
connecting
How convenient to blame life
for meeting the low expectations
we've sown
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
My living disposition leads me to assert that I am not dead!
Yet, my silence screams ancient transcriptions across geographical contour lines which are considered to be far removed from the metaphorical grid of contemporary societal norms, where the seductions of the vampyre and her haunting dynamics cast their eerie spells within this captivating fishbowl of galloping horses.
The Prince of Wallachia is able to explain.
Let us converse with The Count.
Whenever there is emphasis upon specific detail in this age of certain vanity, I find that, in 1456, I am truly bereft of valedictorian and flamenco odours, because this royal prince of acoustic arrangement has generated a harmonious expression which humbly corrects my intrapersonal assumptions across the mountainous regions of Transylvania.
Conflict resolution is therefore a mere figment of sociological and anthropological constructs, which fornicate with the façade of egocentrism and fabricates vain attempts to maintain social elitism within a blanket of darkness.
How do we find ourselves in the position of being so diametrically opposed to reality?
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
The dialogue,
The volume,
The content..
It gets better right?
The petty,
The put-downs,
Vocal *****
Too often why I'm up at night.
Egocentrism,
Carelessness,
And Irresponsibility.
Yet I'm the sewer rat not living up to my ability.
The toxic street withers me,
Too much debt to free,
I can predict the machines' actions almost constantly.
The happenings follow me,
What I see hollows me,
Will I ever emerge from this filth triumphantly?
It's the insanity I wake up to,
The vanity and the same stew.
Sometimes I wonder if this is what I have to go through.
It's grown ever-plain to see,
This isn't the way, that life should be,
But it's tossed onto the pile I've simply named "the pain in me."
No luminosity around to save selves,
Violent sound waves bounce off of every shelf.
Through these waters I have delved,
But no life-preserver,
No help.
I am unable to manipulate,
I'm just part of the tracks.
Desensitization's turned me from an alley cat,
To sewer rat,
Just by being exposed.
So I crawl through these tunnels with nothing but hope,
That there's a way I can go back..
Reverse the de-evolution I suppose,
And return to a world I thought I knew with humanity.
'Til then I scrape on living a life, transparently.
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
Don told me
Casanova
That I was one in a million
And I scoffed, saying
What's the deal with him
I liked it
The attention and
Egocentrism
Compliments that
Made me shiver
Warm when I refused 'em
Begging for more
More looks of ***** poetry
But he did not read those lines
Like me
Trembling knees
With the appearance of being weak
Those pick-up lines humorous
Slithery
Romanticism of the century
Casanova with his cheese,
Different platters, but you can't find
Me.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
Legions of wrinkled spirits nestle in the desolate branches of the ancient oak tree in winter solstice, whilst advancement is celebrated with ritualistic conformity.
How many crimes need to be committed, my delinquent colleague of egocentrism?
Our ****** expressions often betray our convincing articulations, as the lack of authenticity lurks between us like a perpetrator who has escaped from his maximum security cell.
Such phenomenon may vanish. However, there are others which maintain physical matter.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
She looks into the mirror
She sees the mistakes of the nature,
Outside her windows people die and suffer,
But her birthmarks are all in wrong places,
Freckles that spoil impression,
There is no death or illness in her world,
Only imperfection in the mirror,
She doesn’t want
to go to school tomorrow,
The reason is: everybody will see the same.
Egocentrism
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
I think it's stupid
How I refuse to use straws
Because of a video I watched one time
Of one stuck in a sea turtle's nostril.
Or how there is really only the illusion of choice
And statistics from unreliable resources
Making us feel better or worse
About our decisions.
I tell myself to quit sugar
But honestly I just like my lattes
Sickeningly
Sweet
Like the love stories I thought could be under nooks
Around the corners
Of everyday life.
I like ice cream on winter days
Hot tea in the suns of summer
A walking talking irony
A bulb on its way to burning out
Sputtering in the half-eaten room
No one wants to go in to change it.
It's not my fault
The walls dissolve
And that same chord is continually played on the piano
In the corner of the upstairs closet.
It's not my fault
Cameras don’t bring me security
But sensitivity to my own identity.
Dissolution into absolution
Abolishment of egocentrism
And always,
The illusion of choice
Hanging in the rafters chattering.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
I sit on my sectional, a witness
to those vulnerable beings
pulling at scarves,
yanking at gloves
clutching at down jackets
I find great entertainment by this.
They have waited until November
When I have resided in frost
since last October
All year long
I held onto turtlenecks of impulsive irony
I bore
thirteen layers exactly
of self pride
I wore gloves religiously
that were knitted out of masochism
and egocentrism
And I drank from cups of hot cocoa
brimmed with whipped irony
during the month of June
I was far to eager
Now these glorious beings
surround me
clinging to warmth and long john material,
sitting closest to the hearth
All I can do is laugh
I searched for a shell
in June
I decorated a tree of longing
in May
I reached for a fringing
frolicking
frock
in July
that would
:gasp:
keep me warm
Fahrenheit resided in
pelvic bone
fingerprints
desperado
and seduction
None of it warmed my bones.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
If you were able to slice the moon, would you truly be able to consume it?
Those who wish to connect to the spirit-world must not be deluded by the presumed maintenance of an abhorrent character.
The essence of non-ordinary reality, where the personification of the unseen surrounds our material emptiness, requires a level of humility beyond the depths of Palus Putredinis.
Therefore, let us not scoff at exclusion, oh small fish, in an ocean which has eternal shores of teachings beyond the parameters of superior ignorance.
Egocentrism will not satiate the hunger of a lunatic who proclaims independence, yet who truly abides in slavery.
How can we demonstrate a happy medium without being consumed?
Trance is an open state where bias can be banished by gravitational collapse, if you believe it.
In my current solitary state, I can feel a host of sacred dynamics tugging my soul as the golden chord anchors my being to that which is considered to be “real.”
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,
leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism
millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such cavalier blithe
apostasy, declared alarmism,
now - twenty first century
extant accursed as alcoholism
within various non
Western statecraft enclaves,
barely tolerating agnosticism
no fool to *********
proclamations antithetical opinionism
where condemnation to death
(I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept)
inadequate punishment,
cited on par relegated to alienism,
amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism...
never does this anachronism
loosely cabled with pioneerism,
(when ****** forests bedecked America),
a veritable wilderness, necessitated
quintessential self survivalism
knowhow long since forgot,
which dependence on consumerism
finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism
commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera
more aligned with reliance on individualism
nearly an extinct species,
where anti materialism
betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism,
versus profit motive maximization,
though of late environmental dynamism
aggressive representative thank you
Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism,
nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism
mandating staunch defeatism
as stave bulwark
against criminal determinism
to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism
predicated on tenets of egocentrism
brewed, steeped, and
galvanized in exceptionalism
of **** sapiens and expansionism
exclusive to said primate
that requires serious assessment,
asper bracketing craven
doctrinairism edified fundamentalism
granting humans unfettered expansionism!
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Vile streams saturate into the air
Filling the void with an impeccable strain
It’s them against them, all for all
Violating the law in the jaw of the world
So tell me what you think is the answer
And I’ll hammer my fist down and say
Total annihilation is the only salvation
For humanity
Strenuous symbolism goes unnoticed
Meanwhile, there goes another head unturned
Living under the reigns of a bastille
You too will serve its subservience
Through a will for the ******
Egocentrism dissolution
The reigns of our destiny
Speak through me
Arrested development
For the world’s government
Multiverses all around
Mourn during the last sound
Total annihilation is the only salvation
For humanity
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC