"itslef" poems - Hello Poetry

I sit and watch day by day You talk I listen you argue I reason You live your life blind Yet I see the hell as it lay itslef out You play the game with instruction I can't help but to break the rules You judge me because im different I hate you because you're the same All you know is ignorance because of its bitter sweet lustful taste Try taking a sour dark yet refreshing shot of reality You run I walk You think you know it all Just wait until you get that wake up call You sit I stand You reach for my hand You beg I neglect Im ten steps forward And you're ten steps back...

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC

OctoberGemini

Watcher

I sit and watch day by day You talk I listen you argue I reason You live your life blind Yet I see the hell as it lay itslef out You play the game with instruction I can't help but to break the rules You judge me because im different I hate you because you're the same All you know is ignorance because of its bitter sweet lustful taste Try taking a sour dark yet refreshing shot of reality You run I walk You think you know it all Just wait until you get that wake up call You sit I stand You reach for my hand You beg I neglect Im ten steps forward And you're ten steps back...

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Even though the mind is never, at rest, Expounding upon itslef ambiguously, Even though we are stopped; at the end, we are racing! At this moment, we all understand ourselves, with little flaws, faults and fallacies, About what we're all about, Even though it all makes sense, the next turn, corner, windowsill, Threshold doors float. flow, Our consciousness is infallable, The hubiris of this satire, That all persons, At this moment, Even though the brain constantly perceives, In our little grandiose heads, We have it all figured out, The system of environment has, been analyzed, The results were, inconclusive, Yet we persist, even though, at the flip of a switch, after all is said and done, even though we knew our Ultimate Truth, sought after, strived and toiled for, even understanding chiral inversions, fractal combustion, The makeshift mind, Never failing, The unbending will, gleefully wisping, singing and swaying, Sunlight beaming, Booming, Across the faces, Flashing on scattered specks, even though our ugliness, is beauty, even though, love conquers all, even though, Truth, Is malleable, Our stubborn straight-forwardness, Makes that realization rigid.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC

wack-tastic

EVEN THOUGH:

Even though the mind is never, at rest, Expounding upon itslef ambiguously, Even though we are stopped; at the end, we are racing! At this moment, we all understand ourselves, with little flaws, faults and fallacies, About what we're all about, Even though it all makes sense, the next turn, corner, windowsill, Threshold doors float. flow, Our consciousness is infallable, The hubiris of this satire, That all persons, At this moment, Even though the brain constantly perceives, In our little grandiose heads, We have it all figured out, The system of environment has, been analyzed, The results were, inconclusive, Yet we persist, even though, at the flip of a switch, after all is said and done, even though we knew our Ultimate Truth, sought after, strived and toiled for, even understanding chiral inversions, fractal combustion, The makeshift mind, Never failing, The unbending will, gleefully wisping, singing and swaying, Sunlight beaming, Booming, Across the faces, Flashing on scattered specks, even though our ugliness, is beauty, even though, love conquers all, even though, Truth, Is malleable, Our stubborn straight-forwardness, Makes that realization rigid.

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time a nd itslef rnded ou on2 th emoonlight chariotiamwho wh at th is m e whatlivesbe neathlike me

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Oct 14, 2015

Oct 14, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC

sam-stone-grenier

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time a nd itslef rnded ou on2 th emoonlight chariotiamwho wh at th is m e whatlivesbe neathlike me

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I dont know what it is I said My blankets sewed me to my bed The cotton stitched into me As thoughts turned rotten always do Held me down like lead A cotton edge wrapped itslef around my shoulders around my neck Up to my head and said "Ill keep you here until you are dead"

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Aug 17, 2014

Aug 17, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC

zac-walter

Morning Anxiety

I dont know what it is I said My blankets sewed me to my bed The cotton stitched into me As thoughts turned rotten always do Held me down like lead A cotton edge wrapped itslef around my shoulders around my neck Up to my head and said "Ill keep you here until you are dead"

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On this day, one of the few I look to see what's going on around me, I finally notice I'm out of place; Amongst teens that speak of a love they don't truly know, that's why they speak of it so romantically. And the older souls so full of hope. The brightest future shows itslef when you go through a dark past, but, in that case, an incandescent bulb would do- that is the tragedy. Not everyone gets a sun. I sit here dumb trying to be a part of something I am not. A poet... no. A writer... no. Just a man With too much time Not enough heart.

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Oct 6, 2018

Oct 6, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC

michael-angelo1k

A review of my surroundings

On this day, one of the few I look to see what's going on around me, I finally notice I'm out of place; Amongst teens that speak of a love they don't truly know, that's why they speak of it so romantically. And the older souls so full of hope. The brightest future shows itslef when you go through a dark past, but, in that case, an incandescent bulb would do- that is the tragedy. Not everyone gets a sun. I sit here dumb trying to be a part of something I am not. A poet... no. A writer... no. Just a man With too much time Not enough heart.

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