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"egotism" poems
Before you criticize me too soon, I think you should spare some seconds and answer a simple question to yourself... If Shahjahan loved Mumtaz Mahal so much, why he had a harem of wives to use at his own pleasure? While I agree that the Taj Mahal is arguably the most extraordinarily beautiful monument in the world, I don't agree upon the fact that it was built as a tomb of love. It is just a symbol of madness if you asked me. An emperor's insecure feeling to get his name registered in the history books. While it may be one of the most beautiful architectural monument, it was built by over 20,000 architects, craftsmen, masons and engineers who took over 16 years to build the magnificent building. He got this apparently high & prestigious monument of love built but everything that the Emperor did was not pleasant at all. ° The lavishly living Mughal Emperor spent all his - his subjects' money into building this monument of love instead of keeping his subjects well-fed. ° Mumtaz Mahal might have been the luckiest woman to have died and got such a marvelous building built as her mausoleum but she died giving birth to her & Shahjahan's 17th offspring and then Shahjahan who had uncountable other wives was inspired by her demise apparently to undertake what is termed as the biggest project in history build the costliest monument proclaiming his rule. ° The arrogant - falsely proud lover - Mughal emperor didn't know that what he thought to be looked at as the greatest symbol of love will be criticized by some poet in his own land nearly 375 years later. The insane Mughal Emperor got all the builders of the Taj Mahal's fingers cut-off of so that there could be no other Taj Mahal. But Aurangzeb, his & Mumtaz Mahal's son overthrew his power when Shahjahan got older and locked him up in a jail at the other end of Yamuna river where the emperor then died a sad old lovelorn bedlamite person in prison. Aurangzeb was the exact opposite of his dad, he showed religious intolerance and his habits drove the empire towards its doom after his death. But let me think this way; when I look at any picture of the Taj Mahal, what I get the first thing in mind is this: Such a CRAZY emperor who got such a beautiful monument of Egotism built!
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
Atul
Taj Mahal - An Epitome Of Love?
Before you criticize me too soon, I think you should spare some seconds and answer a simple question to yourself... If Shahjahan loved Mumtaz Mahal so much, why he had a harem of wives to use at his own pleasure? While I agree that the Taj Mahal is arguably the most extraordinarily beautiful monument in the world, I don't agree upon the fact that it was built as a tomb of love. It is just a symbol of madness if you asked me. An emperor's insecure feeling to get his name registered in the history books. While it may be one of the most beautiful architectural monument, it was built by over 20,000 architects, craftsmen, masons and engineers who took over 16 years to build the magnificent building. He got this apparently high & prestigious monument of love built but everything that the Emperor did was not pleasant at all. ° The lavishly living Mughal Emperor spent all his - his subjects' money into building this monument of love instead of keeping his subjects well-fed. ° Mumtaz Mahal might have been the luckiest woman to have died and got such a marvelous building built as her mausoleum but she died giving birth to her & Shahjahan's 17th offspring and then Shahjahan who had uncountable other wives was inspired by her demise apparently to undertake what is termed as the biggest project in history build the costliest monument proclaiming his rule. ° The arrogant - falsely proud lover - Mughal emperor didn't know that what he thought to be looked at as the greatest symbol of love will be criticized by some poet in his own land nearly 375 years later. The insane Mughal Emperor got all the builders of the Taj Mahal's fingers cut-off of so that there could be no other Taj Mahal. But Aurangzeb, his & Mumtaz Mahal's son overthrew his power when Shahjahan got older and locked him up in a jail at the other end of Yamuna river where the emperor then died a sad old lovelorn bedlamite person in prison. Aurangzeb was the exact opposite of his dad, he showed religious intolerance and his habits drove the empire towards its doom after his death. But let me think this way; when I look at any picture of the Taj Mahal, what I get the first thing in mind is this: Such a CRAZY emperor who got such a beautiful monument of Egotism built!
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In a cosmopolitan world where Yeezy reigns supreme on our Speakers, loathed for loving Genius-acknowledging, we Have set a standard of beauty So surreptitious, soulless— Unattainable in this number- Crunching world so pre- Occupied with symmetry and Egotism—structure—black and White dominated by rawness and Robotics: steampunk screams echo- Ing from the rooftops of skyscrapers As lightning continues to strike the highest point.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
jedd-ong
808s and Heartbreak
In a cosmopolitan world where Yeezy reigns supreme on our Speakers, loathed for loving Genius-acknowledging, we Have set a standard of beauty So surreptitious, soulless— Unattainable in this number- Crunching world so pre- Occupied with symmetry and Egotism—structure—black and White dominated by rawness and Robotics: steampunk screams echo- Ing from the rooftops of skyscrapers As lightning continues to strike the highest point.
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If you wanted privacy, you might have closed your blinds from time to time. The devil doesn't knock upon entry. He knows where he's wanted. I've heard your conversations-- The bigotry, the loathing. I've ****** up filth through your floorboards. I've tasted your tears, mingled with sweat from sins of the flesh, cascading down your drains. I've stepped through the hillocks of cigarette butts you discard as carelessly as your dreams, a little measure to meld your environment and outlook: the world as an ashcan. I know you better than I'd ever know myself because my assessment of you is not gilded with pride or egotism, not tainted by self-pity. I know that you wanted this, in spite of pained cries to the contrary. I know you really wept for the innocence you lost long before I let myself in your ***** You let the world in-- you offered yourself up with impunity for far too long. You valued your life so little as to put it on display for anyone's appraisal. You were waiting on catastrophe to prove you were worth saving; I was merely the instrument. I took nothing that wasn't proffered by your unlocked door. Your home and your body share sentiments-- I simply took the welcome mat at its word.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
shane-hunt
Therapist
If you wanted privacy, you might have closed your blinds from time to time. The devil doesn't knock upon entry. He knows where he's wanted. I've heard your conversations-- The bigotry, the loathing. I've ****** up filth through your floorboards. I've tasted your tears, mingled with sweat from sins of the flesh, cascading down your drains. I've stepped through the hillocks of cigarette butts you discard as carelessly as your dreams, a little measure to meld your environment and outlook: the world as an ashcan. I know you better than I'd ever know myself because my assessment of you is not gilded with pride or egotism, not tainted by self-pity. I know that you wanted this, in spite of pained cries to the contrary. I know you really wept for the innocence you lost long before I let myself in your ***** You let the world in-- you offered yourself up with impunity for far too long. You valued your life so little as to put it on display for anyone's appraisal. You were waiting on catastrophe to prove you were worth saving; I was merely the instrument. I took nothing that wasn't proffered by your unlocked door. Your home and your body share sentiments-- I simply took the welcome mat at its word.
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Those unchained melodies are heard- slayed and naked, like a lost soul- wand'ring along a village; a dejected village! And hark, hark to how they plead! O, how they beg to be alive, to be free from the deadness of these winds. But no-one greets them, with a handful of care!-how ill, and thievery is, such inattentiveness! What a smug egotism!-For these areth living creatures, not lurking shadows as they'th seemed! Blackened willows, stiffened dust; trembling trees, affronted branches- bending in their nakedness, a scene of vulgarity with no ******* and sensations- to capture attention, o, am'rous attention! How poor these humans are! Brutes are they to natureth-dappled with disgrace, insincerely prayin' for more and more to feed their ungrateful innuendoes-which prey on their mortality-to fascinate their tongue, and ***** And elements with no such marks are out of them, no thinking is set on them; no moreth! Peek, peek now, at how those bountiful thorns blureth, and dieth!-at the scorn and rivalry amongst humans-and still no-one bothers kindethly-to eventh peek at 'em, yon miserable, pitiful creatures! But 'ose humans, whose spitefulness is awayth from b'ing praiseworthy, are aboundth with death; cannot they defy it, inescapable as it's always been-for death is not destined to dieth-never! Thus thy sins, humans, wilt swing thy joys into swamps of guilt, denial, and suffrage-be unafraid of which, straighten thy chins-for these are all what thou'th deserved, all along! Thou'th betrayed nature, and now thy souls wilt be thy subtlest enemy-thy veiled threat!- beware of 'tis, but still perchance, it is futile to exhort thee-now and again! Thou art stained with remorse, and prefereth doth thou-to follow thy own course, rather than nature's bliss's vows.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
stephanie-cynthia
Unchained Melodies
Those unchained melodies are heard- slayed and naked, like a lost soul- wand'ring along a village; a dejected village! And hark, hark to how they plead! O, how they beg to be alive, to be free from the deadness of these winds. But no-one greets them, with a handful of care!-how ill, and thievery is, such inattentiveness! What a smug egotism!-For these areth living creatures, not lurking shadows as they'th seemed! Blackened willows, stiffened dust; trembling trees, affronted branches- bending in their nakedness, a scene of vulgarity with no ******* and sensations- to capture attention, o, am'rous attention! How poor these humans are! Brutes are they to natureth-dappled with disgrace, insincerely prayin' for more and more to feed their ungrateful innuendoes-which prey on their mortality-to fascinate their tongue, and ***** And elements with no such marks are out of them, no thinking is set on them; no moreth! Peek, peek now, at how those bountiful thorns blureth, and dieth!-at the scorn and rivalry amongst humans-and still no-one bothers kindethly-to eventh peek at 'em, yon miserable, pitiful creatures! But 'ose humans, whose spitefulness is awayth from b'ing praiseworthy, are aboundth with death; cannot they defy it, inescapable as it's always been-for death is not destined to dieth-never! Thus thy sins, humans, wilt swing thy joys into swamps of guilt, denial, and suffrage-be unafraid of which, straighten thy chins-for these are all what thou'th deserved, all along! Thou'th betrayed nature, and now thy souls wilt be thy subtlest enemy-thy veiled threat!- beware of 'tis, but still perchance, it is futile to exhort thee-now and again! Thou art stained with remorse, and prefereth doth thou-to follow thy own course, rather than nature's bliss's vows.
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Visions from the past, race before my eyes like parts on the factory line. Over these past few years, oh how I've changed. I gave up on a lot of something, ended up with a lot of nothing. I've left my brain, scarred and burnt, now these somber words are all that remain. They remain the one way to keep sane. Warriors to the cerebral pain that challenge me day to day. Contemplated verses on all I've learnt. trimmed thin through all the **** smoke I can't see the end, I've been blinded by the trend Every passing cough and choke carves another notch, my troubles are a joke. On the grander scheme of things, my ordeals seem small and petty. How selfish must I truly be to actually believe that I have it worse than anyone else. At least I can see, breath and speak, eat all I can eat, without worrying about whether or not I'll have food next week. How this sense of selfishness and selflessness make me weak. The guilt of the contradictions amongst my convictions, make it all the more difficult to speak my disturbed mind. Self-constructed illusions of altruism and egotism always end up in indefinite confusion. This literal mess passed off as poetry, is a perfect example of the train wreck the doctors dubbed so eloquently: My Mind. What a waste of time.
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
adam-b-1
Paging Doctor McGulligan, It Seems Your Patient Has Lost Patience and is Tearing Up the Walls.
Visions from the past, race before my eyes like parts on the factory line. Over these past few years, oh how I've changed. I gave up on a lot of something, ended up with a lot of nothing. I've left my brain, scarred and burnt, now these somber words are all that remain. They remain the one way to keep sane. Warriors to the cerebral pain that challenge me day to day. Contemplated verses on all I've learnt. trimmed thin through all the **** smoke I can't see the end, I've been blinded by the trend Every passing cough and choke carves another notch, my troubles are a joke. On the grander scheme of things, my ordeals seem small and petty. How selfish must I truly be to actually believe that I have it worse than anyone else. At least I can see, breath and speak, eat all I can eat, without worrying about whether or not I'll have food next week. How this sense of selfishness and selflessness make me weak. The guilt of the contradictions amongst my convictions, make it all the more difficult to speak my disturbed mind. Self-constructed illusions of altruism and egotism always end up in indefinite confusion. This literal mess passed off as poetry, is a perfect example of the train wreck the doctors dubbed so eloquently: My Mind. What a waste of time.
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A man I looked up to Once told me to be careful, That maybe I could be too much. Too bold Too strong That men may not feel comfortable. But you see Women in my world have never been gentle, Always burnt with too much fervour To care that you might melt. You think it is an insult, That you can coerce me into being more submissive By the threat of offending men. Like somehow I am nothing With the absence of a man's desire. Like everything about me Should be channelled into impressing a man I am yet to meet. But you don't know that inside I am smiling. Inside a fire in me burns brighter at hearing That sometimes my strength makes them uncomfortable. I am not here so men who tell me I'm prettier when I have less voice, So men who think it's okay to intimidate me Whenever they see fit, In whatever form they wish, Can feel less unsettled by this supposed threat to their masculinity. I hope my mind, My bones and my blood, Make your safety net Of a society that breeds and feeds male egotism A little less secure. I am not here for your comfort. I am not here to feed the monster of misogyny inside of you. Do not tell me to douse my fire And extinguish these flames Just because you, Men like you, Cannot handle the heat.
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
alexandra-lp
I will not dwindle
A man I looked up to Once told me to be careful, That maybe I could be too much. Too bold Too strong That men may not feel comfortable. But you see Women in my world have never been gentle, Always burnt with too much fervour To care that you might melt. You think it is an insult, That you can coerce me into being more submissive By the threat of offending men. Like somehow I am nothing With the absence of a man's desire. Like everything about me Should be channelled into impressing a man I am yet to meet. But you don't know that inside I am smiling. Inside a fire in me burns brighter at hearing That sometimes my strength makes them uncomfortable. I am not here so men who tell me I'm prettier when I have less voice, So men who think it's okay to intimidate me Whenever they see fit, In whatever form they wish, Can feel less unsettled by this supposed threat to their masculinity. I hope my mind, My bones and my blood, Make your safety net Of a society that breeds and feeds male egotism A little less secure. I am not here for your comfort. I am not here to feed the monster of misogyny inside of you. Do not tell me to douse my fire And extinguish these flames Just because you, Men like you, Cannot handle the heat.
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To run after material fame Counted not rich sensitive game; Among wealth, *** and love affairs, Character is above all arbiter. As adorn ornament each bridal's limb, An artist make active clumsy-wart-stone; Company bear trophy by aggressive troops Oblige character graceful at distress grown; The character die seldom minus bloom, Yet en-lights personalty fade in gloom; Usually left little paid proper care, Although always seen inclined sincere; Certain place customary said temple Where almighty's statue noted install Estimated body deserving only when; Thermal of character never fall; Effort need to build the character Honesty and endurance are weapon mere; By effacement total thought rankle And block pulse hide egotism perennial; Good name lost can regain later But character pleases rare if blot; A richest jewel survive human tread; Turn soul ill, fret, spiritless on rot.
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Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
ravindra-kumar
The Character
To run after material fame Counted not rich sensitive game; Among wealth, *** and love affairs, Character is above all arbiter. As adorn ornament each bridal's limb, An artist make active clumsy-wart-stone; Company bear trophy by aggressive troops Oblige character graceful at distress grown; The character die seldom minus bloom, Yet en-lights personalty fade in gloom; Usually left little paid proper care, Although always seen inclined sincere; Certain place customary said temple Where almighty's statue noted install Estimated body deserving only when; Thermal of character never fall; Effort need to build the character Honesty and endurance are weapon mere; By effacement total thought rankle And block pulse hide egotism perennial; Good name lost can regain later But character pleases rare if blot; A richest jewel survive human tread; Turn soul ill, fret, spiritless on rot.
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When writing about oneself ceases to scratch that awful self-absorbed itch, and the heart realizes that writing about others and what they've done to us is the same itch masked in a fresh disguise, the trail of words leads away from "I"  --    like breadcrumbs    dropped at intervals       for poetic feet          to follow --             -- at last finding the untamed where one is more than a mouthpiece for sorrow or rage,    for ignorant opinion or        self-righteous argument  -- where the horizons are bounded not by fear but imagination -- The irony: what one keeps thinking about, one keeps thinking about convinced that integrity depends on never letting go. Egotism fettered by a soul feels sorriest for itself.
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
misadventuresofcrow
That Awful Itch
When writing about oneself ceases to scratch that awful self-absorbed itch, and the heart realizes that writing about others and what they've done to us is the same itch masked in a fresh disguise, the trail of words leads away from "I"  --    like breadcrumbs    dropped at intervals       for poetic feet          to follow --             -- at last finding the untamed where one is more than a mouthpiece for sorrow or rage,    for ignorant opinion or        self-righteous argument  -- where the horizons are bounded not by fear but imagination -- The irony: what one keeps thinking about, one keeps thinking about convinced that integrity depends on never letting go. Egotism fettered by a soul feels sorriest for itself.
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I am a minor miner girl Living in a go and get 'em world We come in by the dozens And I think you all know how this story goes I try to please everyone around me Forgetting what's important And as we all know that isn't the best I should use my mind more often To guard my sooty heart All you other minor miner girls know what I'm saying But I love and I love and I love Never stopping to think of the consequences Sure to follow I just dive in heart first hoping to not hit the ground And minor miner girls you know it's true We try so **** hard And we always fall Straight on through to the hellish pain that awaits I'm sorry if I upset you My dear fellow minor miner girls But we need to grow up And we need to exhibit some sort of conceit Not to the point of egotism and bigotry Just to the point of safety To the point where we aren't always stepped on And can roll in the Major Miner Girls league I love you all Because that's who I am But as by unspoken and now finally written law We minor miner girls abide by I'm still learning to love myself So minor miner girls Raise your pickaxes and your shovels Toss off your hardhats Because we are about to rumble with The world outside our mine We will be Major Miner Girls
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
hidingwithharley
Callback to the Minor Miner Girls
I am a minor miner girl Living in a go and get 'em world We come in by the dozens And I think you all know how this story goes I try to please everyone around me Forgetting what's important And as we all know that isn't the best I should use my mind more often To guard my sooty heart All you other minor miner girls know what I'm saying But I love and I love and I love Never stopping to think of the consequences Sure to follow I just dive in heart first hoping to not hit the ground And minor miner girls you know it's true We try so **** hard And we always fall Straight on through to the hellish pain that awaits I'm sorry if I upset you My dear fellow minor miner girls But we need to grow up And we need to exhibit some sort of conceit Not to the point of egotism and bigotry Just to the point of safety To the point where we aren't always stepped on And can roll in the Major Miner Girls league I love you all Because that's who I am But as by unspoken and now finally written law We minor miner girls abide by I'm still learning to love myself So minor miner girls Raise your pickaxes and your shovels Toss off your hardhats Because we are about to rumble with The world outside our mine We will be Major Miner Girls
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Meek are not weak But mild and humble, Those who are meek Have a wild spirit, Those who are meek Have strong will powers, Those who are meek Have themselves in control, There is no egotism In someone who is meek.
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Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 8:21 AM UTC
timothy-trantham
Meek
Meek are not weak But mild and humble, Those who are meek Have a wild spirit, Those who are meek Have strong will powers, Those who are meek Have themselves in control, There is no egotism In someone who is meek.
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/ you sure that there's an actual vinyl revival? it's stirr-frying my testicles back in england and vinyl is on the comeback?! **** yeah! i tried interpreting an ancient egyptian concept of a fanning / ***** police for days on end... newspaper? no... saturday nespaper magazine? no... c.d.?! no... impromptu napkin "loophole"? nope... vinyl?! oh **** me! i own a vinyl sgt. peppers'... don't really want to listen to it... but, vinyl, within the framework of a revival?! july sunday pants... you can fan me back and forth, back and forth that elongated into circular ******* liquorice... finally! vinayl has a secondary, degenerate purpose... fanning equippment! spread the air... unless you're me lodging a ******** imitation of a ******** with ice-cubes dangling in front of a fan: spreading nothing, but hot air... honest to god, in this weather: the beatles' vinyl? means as much crock-shit as i'd really love for a nefertiti: "woof"... or a... wave of air... a bellowing bull with rotten breath... but at least we found out that vinyl is useful afterall... way past the newspaper... or a pigeon flapping, or the comment section that's coorporate... vinyl? perfect flapping equipment! disperses the air... like sinatra disperses bad singers... drunk and... 'opely 'opefully on to "it". is that like: the dead come (back)... and then we hit karma redemption with reincarnation?! limited contra dough-dough-deep state affairs?! new delhi *** new york?! no wonder i can't stop laughing as if that could even be translated into slavic languages! you pompous anglican-integrated-inbred... ****** english women... you?! you?! you?! you want to dictate, rules for me?! ****** now i want to fight your side's resemblance of goliath! i've petted an alsatian and a dobberman up to the age of 8... i think i'll manage... shit-fisting your granny's egotism rooting for: ahmed no. 1.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
vinyl revival, given this weather
/ you sure that there's an actual vinyl revival? it's stirr-frying my testicles back in england and vinyl is on the comeback?! **** yeah! i tried interpreting an ancient egyptian concept of a fanning / ***** police for days on end... newspaper? no... saturday nespaper magazine? no... c.d.?! no... impromptu napkin "loophole"? nope... vinyl?! oh **** me! i own a vinyl sgt. peppers'... don't really want to listen to it... but, vinyl, within the framework of a revival?! july sunday pants... you can fan me back and forth, back and forth that elongated into circular ******* liquorice... finally! vinayl has a secondary, degenerate purpose... fanning equippment! spread the air... unless you're me lodging a ******** imitation of a ******** with ice-cubes dangling in front of a fan: spreading nothing, but hot air... honest to god, in this weather: the beatles' vinyl? means as much crock-shit as i'd really love for a nefertiti: "woof"... or a... wave of air... a bellowing bull with rotten breath... but at least we found out that vinyl is useful afterall... way past the newspaper... or a pigeon flapping, or the comment section that's coorporate... vinyl? perfect flapping equipment! disperses the air... like sinatra disperses bad singers... drunk and... 'opely 'opefully on to "it". is that like: the dead come (back)... and then we hit karma redemption with reincarnation?! limited contra dough-dough-deep state affairs?! new delhi *** new york?! no wonder i can't stop laughing as if that could even be translated into slavic languages! you pompous anglican-integrated-inbred... ****** english women... you?! you?! you?! you want to dictate, rules for me?! ****** now i want to fight your side's resemblance of goliath! i've petted an alsatian and a dobberman up to the age of 8... i think i'll manage... shit-fisting your granny's egotism rooting for: ahmed no. 1.
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We gaze at the transcendental in disgust for our inspiration is weary. We feast upon the weak in attempt to gain egotism. We discourage and destroy beautiful flowers in the hopes to protect the sun from wasting it’s warmth on the worthless. We then gasp for air and question why we struggle for every breath. We are naïve, for naivety is in cahoots with arrogance We have no excuse for no excuse will suffice. We are granted our last words and we say “We are human” for there is nothing else that needed to be said. We are our greatest enemy.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 5:13 AM UTC
christopher-smith
We
We gaze at the transcendental in disgust for our inspiration is weary. We feast upon the weak in attempt to gain egotism. We discourage and destroy beautiful flowers in the hopes to protect the sun from wasting it’s warmth on the worthless. We then gasp for air and question why we struggle for every breath. We are naïve, for naivety is in cahoots with arrogance We have no excuse for no excuse will suffice. We are granted our last words and we say “We are human” for there is nothing else that needed to be said. We are our greatest enemy.
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You don't know What a genius I am Pontificating stuffed shirt At the head of the classroom With your precious red ink And credentialed soul Do you bleed as I do? Do you dream in words So painfully beautiful You marvel at belonging to them? You don't know Who I am or will be Call it egotism or delusion But behind this meek acceptance Of your measures and jibes My pride roils like lava For once, I will not speak my mind I must show you instead And show you, I shall
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Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 8:40 PM UTC
alex-apples
A Rant for Academia
You don't know What a genius I am Pontificating stuffed shirt At the head of the classroom With your precious red ink And credentialed soul Do you bleed as I do? Do you dream in words So painfully beautiful You marvel at belonging to them? You don't know Who I am or will be Call it egotism or delusion But behind this meek acceptance Of your measures and jibes My pride roils like lava For once, I will not speak my mind I must show you instead And show you, I shall
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I want my name up in lights I want my legs up in skirts I want, I want, I want I want my name in the stars I want to drive fancy cars I want, I want, I want Glitz and glamour: diamonds and dust Magnetism and egotism Connect the celebrated cosmos Bright lights and bright eyes People are gonna know my name They’re gonna scream my name I’m ready to take my chance I’m ready to get up in stage And I’m ready to rock my little heart out Gonna take someone by the hand Gonna give it a spin Gonna see if I can win Maybe people are just being mean Maybe people are just being polite But maybe people do see something In my blue eyes But maybe people so hear something In my singing voice Call it fate Call it destiny Call it anything ya want But I reckon I got something To back up the fact That I got to stake my claim In the game of fame
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
bibliomancie
105
I want my name up in lights I want my legs up in skirts I want, I want, I want I want my name in the stars I want to drive fancy cars I want, I want, I want Glitz and glamour: diamonds and dust Magnetism and egotism Connect the celebrated cosmos Bright lights and bright eyes People are gonna know my name They’re gonna scream my name I’m ready to take my chance I’m ready to get up in stage And I’m ready to rock my little heart out Gonna take someone by the hand Gonna give it a spin Gonna see if I can win Maybe people are just being mean Maybe people are just being polite But maybe people do see something In my blue eyes But maybe people so hear something In my singing voice Call it fate Call it destiny Call it anything ya want But I reckon I got something To back up the fact That I got to stake my claim In the game of fame
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Act weird all the time so nobody guesses when you really are "weird". But be silly, not threatening. Master this, how to be funny and weird without scaring people. Anger is for yourself. Don't bother ridding yourself of anger. It isn't possible. Just aim it at yourself to counter the egotism. You are just like everybody else. See how ridiculous they are? So are you. Your best approach? Shhhhhh. Always attempt to be underestimated.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
dzang-roller
Instructions for my replacement at the reincarnation factory
Act weird all the time so nobody guesses when you really are "weird". But be silly, not threatening. Master this, how to be funny and weird without scaring people. Anger is for yourself. Don't bother ridding yourself of anger. It isn't possible. Just aim it at yourself to counter the egotism. You are just like everybody else. See how ridiculous they are? So are you. Your best approach? Shhhhhh. Always attempt to be underestimated.
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*For being being high and way too cool, we're sentencing you to an eternity in hell.* Down here, they got nothing to sell, and even if they did, sell it they would not. I was banished, sent down here to rot, got a dude shooting up, staring at me with a lot of snot dripping from his nose, nobody is telling him where his little sister goes, cause if they did, shoot it they would not, he's the guy with the dope and dope talks (and nobody walks). He gets what he wants when he wants it and if you were to tell him his little sister ****** your **** for junk you bought from him, brother I'm afraid you'd never smell roses again. Not that you would, there's a terrible lack of pretty things just poetry, and rap songs to sing. Knock on wood, cause you got what I don't, smoke it while you can, cause I will if you don't. Oh **** I'm bad at rhyming, please step outside while I prepare a hit of something strong. Boy its been too long since I stuck that needle in my arm. A ****** in need is a ****** indeed, and oh **** that's just plagiarism, you'll let it slide, this ain't ******* journalism, just keep your mouth shut and believe in my cynicism. Watch out though, don't get overwhelmed by your egotism, oh **** that ain't fair rhyming ism with ism but boy, life ain't fair. My father told me what I had to do, you gotta think long and hard about why the sky is blue. Broken bottles produce glass shards, all out of junk, better sniff some glue. When I first started using nobody said it would be this hard, hell nobody said anything at all. except for you. Now I'm just desperate searching my vocabulary, accidentally stuck the needle right through my capillary, I want blood and money: My Life As A Teenage Mercenary. Don't worry, they got the good **** down at the apothecary, make you so high you can fly like a fairy. I must be bored, nothing I'm saying makes any sense, no please don't show my sister, she might call me dense, she'll remove the shrouds, destroy all the pretense. Robbing my moms purse, scrounging up a few cents. Hell if I had any sense I'd stop writing now, call God and return him his crown, but he's uptown and I'm downtown, a sad clown a dad frown a mad ballgown.
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
jeremy-duff
Back Alley Dice Tossing Mix
*For being being high and way too cool, we're sentencing you to an eternity in hell.* Down here, they got nothing to sell, and even if they did, sell it they would not. I was banished, sent down here to rot, got a dude shooting up, staring at me with a lot of snot dripping from his nose, nobody is telling him where his little sister goes, cause if they did, shoot it they would not, he's the guy with the dope and dope talks (and nobody walks). He gets what he wants when he wants it and if you were to tell him his little sister ****** your **** for junk you bought from him, brother I'm afraid you'd never smell roses again. Not that you would, there's a terrible lack of pretty things just poetry, and rap songs to sing. Knock on wood, cause you got what I don't, smoke it while you can, cause I will if you don't. Oh **** I'm bad at rhyming, please step outside while I prepare a hit of something strong. Boy its been too long since I stuck that needle in my arm. A ****** in need is a ****** indeed, and oh **** that's just plagiarism, you'll let it slide, this ain't ******* journalism, just keep your mouth shut and believe in my cynicism. Watch out though, don't get overwhelmed by your egotism, oh **** that ain't fair rhyming ism with ism but boy, life ain't fair. My father told me what I had to do, you gotta think long and hard about why the sky is blue. Broken bottles produce glass shards, all out of junk, better sniff some glue. When I first started using nobody said it would be this hard, hell nobody said anything at all. except for you. Now I'm just desperate searching my vocabulary, accidentally stuck the needle right through my capillary, I want blood and money: My Life As A Teenage Mercenary. Don't worry, they got the good **** down at the apothecary, make you so high you can fly like a fairy. I must be bored, nothing I'm saying makes any sense, no please don't show my sister, she might call me dense, she'll remove the shrouds, destroy all the pretense. Robbing my moms purse, scrounging up a few cents. Hell if I had any sense I'd stop writing now, call God and return him his crown, but he's uptown and I'm downtown, a sad clown a dad frown a mad ballgown.
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I, like a matrix... transpose myself and my ability to feel into a sentient being (quite immense , a task) If you ask? Reflect the element A to the I as A feels: repeat the  processes until we return... with the feelings of the other, intact;  sharing the burdens emotions, the hard facts felt not with tactile touch but, through compassion. It may take triangulating or strangulating reason, departing from the safe sanity (in); It may take Egotism to think that way. Use your imagination.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
wordvango
Empathy in Matrix
I, like a matrix... transpose myself and my ability to feel into a sentient being (quite immense , a task) If you ask? Reflect the element A to the I as A feels: repeat the  processes until we return... with the feelings of the other, intact;  sharing the burdens emotions, the hard facts felt not with tactile touch but, through compassion. It may take triangulating or strangulating reason, departing from the safe sanity (in); It may take Egotism to think that way. Use your imagination.
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In egotism, one is mocked by fear assailed by his own rage traumatized by it all his life... he passes his life totally troubled.. by his own fear and rage... till he is able to let go..
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
sharina-saad
egotism
In egotism, one is mocked by fear assailed by his own rage traumatized by it all his life... he passes his life totally troubled.. by his own fear and rage... till he is able to let go..
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I struggle how to begin this speech But reaching the end is effortless Words disappear on the surface of my lips The incarcerated refuse the offer of egress Hands of the returning past asphyxiate me Quiescent emotions abandon their state of ease I hear myself implore for oxygen But I wonder- have I asked for the grip's release? Rain pours from the tenebrous sky The wind roars and the waters rise I swim to the deepest trench to obtain silence But the orchestra of yesterday rejects demise Clips of the blissful days flash behind my lids The warmth you provided ghosts around my frame But reminders of your egotism thwack my head I recall how I was played like a cheap game For so long, I thought I didn't lie But then I realize, ostentatious smiles adorn my face For numerous times, I denied it But now I claw the sheets, dismissing lessons of grace Incinerated portraits resurface on my bedroom walls Your shade of scarlet agony replaces my bright hues And I'm torn, I'm completely torn Like the love letters I've written to dispel your blues I still want you, darling I still want you despite all the agony I'm a paradoxical being I want you, but I abhor acquaintance with clemency
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
versutiloquent
Inner Conflict
I struggle how to begin this speech But reaching the end is effortless Words disappear on the surface of my lips The incarcerated refuse the offer of egress Hands of the returning past asphyxiate me Quiescent emotions abandon their state of ease I hear myself implore for oxygen But I wonder- have I asked for the grip's release? Rain pours from the tenebrous sky The wind roars and the waters rise I swim to the deepest trench to obtain silence But the orchestra of yesterday rejects demise Clips of the blissful days flash behind my lids The warmth you provided ghosts around my frame But reminders of your egotism thwack my head I recall how I was played like a cheap game For so long, I thought I didn't lie But then I realize, ostentatious smiles adorn my face For numerous times, I denied it But now I claw the sheets, dismissing lessons of grace Incinerated portraits resurface on my bedroom walls Your shade of scarlet agony replaces my bright hues And I'm torn, I'm completely torn Like the love letters I've written to dispel your blues I still want you, darling I still want you despite all the agony I'm a paradoxical being I want you, but I abhor acquaintance with clemency
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Oh to be self absorbed. Floating through life thinking you’re the only one worth giving a **** about. I’d feel sorry for you if you hadn’t suggest it yourself. Control your illusions of grandeur and I’ll control my contemptuous ramblings. You’re so vain. You probably think this poem’s about you.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
Jamie_Greenway
Ode to Egotism
Oh to be self absorbed. Floating through life thinking you’re the only one worth giving a **** about. I’d feel sorry for you if you hadn’t suggest it yourself. Control your illusions of grandeur and I’ll control my contemptuous ramblings. You’re so vain. You probably think this poem’s about you.
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The abstract vision of surreality The staggering sound of objective communication The euphoric touch of manipulation The unsettling taste of falseness and fallacies The over-gratifying smell of fascist ********** Humanity diminished by power Comfort abolishing the difficult Complacency pairing with transgression Selfishness receiving unjustified praise Disorder feeding a psychotic nirvana Control forgotten from egotism The courage to change in hibernation Awakened by a chance for valor A journey begun, but far from ending An unknown reward waiting for its warrior Traps are set by the beast within Only the strong can obtain peace
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Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
Awkrdd919
A Chance To Be Good
The abstract vision of surreality The staggering sound of objective communication The euphoric touch of manipulation The unsettling taste of falseness and fallacies The over-gratifying smell of fascist ********** Humanity diminished by power Comfort abolishing the difficult Complacency pairing with transgression Selfishness receiving unjustified praise Disorder feeding a psychotic nirvana Control forgotten from egotism The courage to change in hibernation Awakened by a chance for valor A journey begun, but far from ending An unknown reward waiting for its warrior Traps are set by the beast within Only the strong can obtain peace
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:/: So When it is said I LOVE YOU ( YOU // of course // Being the generic name for a ***** ) & that WE are the WHOLE WORLD ! The UNIVERSE ! // Where does actual HUMAN LIFE fit in ? ( where do ......I ..... fit in ? ) • Why When reading such .... Words Do I feel such an unbounded hatred Coming at me ? • obviously The writer has such disdain for the audience That he or she does not even bother To acknowledge its existence !!! ONLY THE LOVER AND THE BELOVED ! ( and the BELOVED is only there as a foil For the SELF DESCRIPTION of the writer Who ULTIMATELY  is the ONLY subject of the thing // the arrogance ! The sheer narcissistic egotism ! • I ask : Why is such evil hateful trash Promoted as expressions of love ( and we know No one shall DARE REVEAL THEMSELVES By answering the question ! ) • Since when did COWARDICE become the chief feature of HP ? // Fear of actually talking to the audience Fear of acknowledging the total life of The  victim ( YOU -the ***** ) Fear of seeing a simple relationship As being part of nature and a part of the world •• JUST SOME ******* USELESS STUPID DRAMA GLORIFIED !! ( why ? ) /:/ why such an expression of hatred for the self and others Disguised by such ornate meaninglessness ? // I know I talk of this a lot But it is painful to watch Young people die
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
jeffrey-robin
... You ...
:/: So When it is said I LOVE YOU ( YOU // of course // Being the generic name for a ***** ) & that WE are the WHOLE WORLD ! The UNIVERSE ! // Where does actual HUMAN LIFE fit in ? ( where do ......I ..... fit in ? ) • Why When reading such .... Words Do I feel such an unbounded hatred Coming at me ? • obviously The writer has such disdain for the audience That he or she does not even bother To acknowledge its existence !!! ONLY THE LOVER AND THE BELOVED ! ( and the BELOVED is only there as a foil For the SELF DESCRIPTION of the writer Who ULTIMATELY  is the ONLY subject of the thing // the arrogance ! The sheer narcissistic egotism ! • I ask : Why is such evil hateful trash Promoted as expressions of love ( and we know No one shall DARE REVEAL THEMSELVES By answering the question ! ) • Since when did COWARDICE become the chief feature of HP ? // Fear of actually talking to the audience Fear of acknowledging the total life of The  victim ( YOU -the ***** ) Fear of seeing a simple relationship As being part of nature and a part of the world •• JUST SOME ******* USELESS STUPID DRAMA GLORIFIED !! ( why ? ) /:/ why such an expression of hatred for the self and others Disguised by such ornate meaninglessness ? // I know I talk of this a lot But it is painful to watch Young people die
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The game is still on The race is me It is ours to run To fight against racism A prejudice beyond acts Discrimination above attitude Reflected in systems and institutions Preventing people from dignity I learnt there is something we call "Human race" We can't be humane with racial stereotype Colour doesn't define us As a person but who we are We've had enough already This is like an Olympic game Not just for a race of black or white Embodies other acts of harassment Political stereotyping and gender activism Ethnocentrism and nepotism Can we stop this ism now! Allowing human race transcend egotism Reconceiving our race And accepting tolerance and respect Let's stop using humour to normalise racism It's not funny perpetuating ugly stereotypes Remember! We share a common history Laundry is the only thing separated by colour #Poetic_Koncept #Elikem_Inspires
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC
pagez
STOP THIS ISM
The game is still on The race is me It is ours to run To fight against racism A prejudice beyond acts Discrimination above attitude Reflected in systems and institutions Preventing people from dignity I learnt there is something we call "Human race" We can't be humane with racial stereotype Colour doesn't define us As a person but who we are We've had enough already This is like an Olympic game Not just for a race of black or white Embodies other acts of harassment Political stereotyping and gender activism Ethnocentrism and nepotism Can we stop this ism now! Allowing human race transcend egotism Reconceiving our race And accepting tolerance and respect Let's stop using humour to normalise racism It's not funny perpetuating ugly stereotypes Remember! We share a common history Laundry is the only thing separated by colour #Poetic_Koncept #Elikem_Inspires
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DO YOU HEAR HER WORDS? Faheem Hasan Shahed I assert myself as a powerful human triumphantly existing in my own way with nobility and gallantry, righteousness and dignity, graciousness and tranquility, decency and wisdom, self-respect and freedom... Yet you, the boastful South Asian male, with all your juvenile egotism, heartless naïveté incendiary superstition, love to term my individuality as woman-power! Aah, why should I care when I’ve already started flying across the plush blue sky of endless spirit?
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
faheem-hasan-shahed
My leisurely Bangladeshiness
DO YOU HEAR HER WORDS? Faheem Hasan Shahed I assert myself as a powerful human triumphantly existing in my own way with nobility and gallantry, righteousness and dignity, graciousness and tranquility, decency and wisdom, self-respect and freedom... Yet you, the boastful South Asian male, with all your juvenile egotism, heartless naïveté incendiary superstition, love to term my individuality as woman-power! Aah, why should I care when I’ve already started flying across the plush blue sky of endless spirit?
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