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"selfworth" poems
Through my skin I feel you The feeling so strong I need you Was blind to your love I see you Addicted to our vibe I am you
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Selfworth
If you change  something about yourself, Everytime someone tells you who are, Then you will never be yourself.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
Selfworth
You say your life is a fallacy Let me guide you to what you need to see That you are who you want to be Not what comes out of society Follow where your heart will aim And take what it wants to claim You will then realize that this reality Does not make your life another fatality You have to reach for dreams no matter how endless it seems to that when you cross that line you will realize that you are fine That this place is not too tough It's you making it so rough I think you just need to explore into yourself a little more Share yourself piece by piece You will feel the restraints release So that you can finally be alive and into your life you can dive Do not be afraid because the road you must follow, your heart already laid.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
Selfworth to Life
I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
It's More
I feel like a friend-- a true friend, is more than a profile on a website. And peace is more than a handshake agreement brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight. I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion, and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.   And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure, cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor. And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart, somewhere between the heart and the pancreas. And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin' over spilt milk between religions. And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than pet names, bed games, and *** Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer. Believe that life is more than grades and degrees, or drugs and disease, or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago. This poem has to be more than words strewn together to voice my discontent at the status-quo.. Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment that what we lack in the present is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have", and no! The power of your silent agreement is more than that of my voice alone, so... What is "more"? In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had. More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed. More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth, especially to the women in the world, that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo. More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship, will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world. More positive music will inspire us, to be the change we want to see in the world, today, instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪ So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be critics and vipers, war mongers and hope-snipers, ignore my intention, and live with more division. But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration, if you envision a world of more than... THIS... Then let a word change a feeling, change a thought, change a meaning, change your mind... And get more out of life.
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Something that is unmeasurable and undefinable, something I would say to describe myself, yes it's contradictory but isn't that what life is, and what we are a paradox, constantly trying to prove to ourselves and other people that we have self worth, but why do we need to prove ourselves to one another if we know who we are to ourselves, if we can define ourselves but to others they can't meaure our selfworth are we not infinite
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Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Infinity
QUESTION. Poverty! Do you think that this should be a global urgency? Selfworth as Commodity! Do you think that this should be a human priority? Try telling one billion children living in extreme poverty, And the twenty two thousand that die each day that their not a priority, Tell them we have more important matters to adhere, That our top ten banking bosses earn an excess of two hundred million a year, So what about our eight hundred and fity million that don’t have access to clean water, Tell them they dont really have a voice and dont really matter, Clean is not fourteen billion pounds of waste dumped this year into the sea, Clean is not two hundred million gallons of crued oil lost into our oceans by BP. I am Jimmy.
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 6:43 AM UTC
QUESTION
It's been almost a year Since we parted ways. You came to see me in the rain I threw your flowers in your face And pushed you away. You stood there drenched And watched the light on in my room. And then turned and walked away. It's been almost a year And yet I still love you. You who made me smile the boy that drove me nuts. I miss talking to you, telling you I want to be with you. I miss your laugh when I tell you I need you. I miss you. A year and some days Couldn't lessen the pain. Of you telling me you loved me no more but wanted one last night. I can still feel the sting of my palm From kissing your cheek with brute strength. I can feel the rage that fueled selfworth. I turned and walked away. I hope you got a good look Of the last time you will watch me Walking away with ruthless intent. When you are alone a year from now Remember you lost a good thing and how I loved you. It's been almost a year I thought I was done. But if you rang the doorbell I would fly into your arms And forget the past. Not the love we shared ; Just the pain. I still dream about you.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
I could almost forget
I am sooooo tired, exhausted.. My mind needs to be shut down, my head hurts. Words want to be said but my prides me wounded, my selfworth is burning low there is a lump in my throat. I'm haunted by to evanescent nature of my past joy. Daunted but how far my seems to be. Yesterday, last week, last month, last year and today have me in the center, wearing the same things, feeling the same, worried I'm at my end, but a while older my life seems to be rejecting me; or maybe I it.. I want to be free to exist but everything seems to come with a cost. There are critics everywhere even my thoughts have thoughts objecting to them before i receive them and make certain i don't need them.. So I'm running around in circles not knowing why i never got around to things my mind first thought whiles ago, my will has become meek my worth shrunk to camouflage with dust specks I'm exhausted from playing this part, misguided by the values of what's recently been made 'right' distracted completely from the life i want to live. And i don't have a clue which switch ***** it back to normal, or which life i will leave for those which have grown accustomed to this timid version of me... After all people aren't always happy when they say. "...you have changed..."
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Fragments self-portrait
Every now and then I question myself how my life would be now, if that day didn't happen. Laying in the grass, talking to each other so heavenly. Later on, when we moved ourselves to the forest. As close we were at first, so far apart we were when it ended. With that, my trust and selfworth ended too.
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Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Untitled
Well Done. She said, but don't ***** it up. Its a start. How could I? Your sauciness drove right thru my heart. Will you please be my bottom bun? Baby, you're my seed number one. Sesame wants Sesayou Tardy to your selfworth day party Salty, and peppered with hardy haught looks I've overcooked this simple match up Maybe baby I'm plain ketchup.
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 4:48 PM UTC
Gluten Freedom
I found myself in anothers eyes. Reflecting all my wants and why's. By our hearts beats a universe. Our love to give and not rehears. Through our eyes I saw myself In all my sickness and in health. For all my truth and selfworth.. Conected being with life on Earth. This love I feel gives all meaning. Building real; made in dreaming.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
I have a dream.