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Maria Etre Jun 2019
Even the birds
asked me why
I am not using
my wings
Luce May 2014
nakedness is not just the absence of clothes.
be naked with your soul.

I'm eighteen years old and I don't understand ***.

I don't understand how people undervalue the thing that is literally one of the most important actions in this life.

You shouldn't bare your body, if you aren't willing to bare your soul. You should be comfortable naked.

And by naked, I mean, you should be okay with telling them all the reasons you hate yourself and let them tell you it's okay. You should be naked with the fact that your family hurt you and you grew up feeling lonely.

Be naked because you grew up with so, so many saddening secrets and now you find it so, so difficult to be naked with your soul.

I am trying to be naked
and I struggle with openness.

There is no point taking your clothes off to only hold the weight of life on your chest.

It breaks my heart to hear stories of friends that haven't grasped this concept. They're too embarrassed to share their secrets and the first time they made 'love' they wore a t-shirt.

don't miss out on the best things in life, get naked.
Sean Banks Jan 2014
"I got them old bones man"*
There shakin’
And there rattlin’
These demons
I’m battlin’
Time
Is unraveled in
Sin, desperation, disbelief
Misconduct and mischief

Stretching
Feels like a prison camp
For old men
Where all those old men do
Is stretch
My body is a concern as my mind
wanders,
And ponders,
And potentially acts, on
large acts of
greatness
and I bear witness
to future bewilderment
that has already past
but lingers,
and fingers,
the ******* blame
on my ***.

I wanna live a life of positive affirmations
That’s what I feel is happenin’ you know what im’ sayin
And I keep playin
Games I love and things that I believe
Goals not yet not accomplished
And new one’s I wanna achieve

And a New year brings new things
Don’t break your dreams
Don’t undervalue and don’t leave
Places you don’t want to be
Don’t be a double negative
Take advantages of openings and opportunities
Don’t be a hypocrite and you will completely agree

All those good things
Your gonna do more of in a new year

No matter how niave, egocentric  or misadvised…

… in someone else’s eyes  

Have no fear
share your gifts
and create your gifts
don’t buy them,
and if you buy them
don’t buy them at walmart
or in malls or in big cities

Everything I ever wish to write
Is an anthem to change the world
And the revolution starts
As soon as I change
As soon as I arrange my priorities

**** the majority

Start a brother/sister sorority,
And I will put down this beer,
Quit a job that doesn’t matter
And put my energy
Into passions and emergencies
And change the world
By meditating
Saying some kind words about myself
With my eyes closed
While deeply breathing
And exploring galaxies with ease
The entire universe…

… I think I Am going back to university
Sarah Oct 2014
Undervalue my beliefs
Overwhelmed with pain and grief
Console my heart
with broken art
And sing me off to sleep

Bleed me out and go,
You can’t see and you won’t know
the life I lack
Turn your back
And leave me here to weep
Nite Jan 2015
Thank You
2 simple words that we always undervalue
Say it I'm sure it won't hurt
Say it I'm sure it won't sound absurd

We are quick to launch into a tirade
At anything that makes us irate
But we are slow to show our gratitude
To anyone with honest correctitude

So please don't be shy to grace the soul
Of the one who's just wants to help is his only goal
With 2 simple words of value
Which are Thank You
Thank you for reading. If you like this, do check out Simple Words (II). Cheers!
Derek Pascarella Nov 2012
Burdensome to breathe,
Laborious to walk,
Clutch back tears as my hands tremble.
Thoughts scramble,
'I'm a failure,'
'I'll never be good enough,'
At the forefront of cognitions.
Cycling through,
Impede on concentration,
And everything done can no longer stop it.

Crawl inside.
Shrink and revert.
I become seven again.
Take each word and misconstrue the meaning,
Multiply the effect,
Undervalue any positive utterance ,
Discount any commendable contemplation.
And all I want to do is escape.
Disappear and give up,
Start over with nothing.
Raj Arumugam Jan 2012
Do not look like that, Cora
I have done my best, and I do
I paint and that is what I do...
you know, you know, Cora;
we have known each other
since our childhood:
O for the days of Vermont
the summers of joy and fun
when we were but children
and our hopes were high -
and my mind breaks and my heart weakens
when I see you and the children now
and that I cannot put food on the table
give you the things you need
I can paint, Cora - oh for the life of me, I can -
but I do not know how to haggle,
how to beat the mind of those who undervalue my work
how do you make money
when but art is in the heart?
There is nothing else within me...
I walk in the world an innocent;
‘strange’ they call me, Cora
I try, I try - O I try
I paint plaques and decorations if necessary -
but the money, the money eludes me
it is only paint that sticks;
and I can paint
and that is all I know and that I can do
when the agony blows like cruel storms in my mind
You know, I try, O you know
my spirit nearly breaks
Cora, Cora, Cora
I have done my best, I do
to put bread and meat on the table
for the children and you
but money eludes me, it eludes me
I paint and that is what I do -
you know, you know, Cora
Do not look like that, Cora
poem based on painting “Portrait of Artist's Wife” by Ralph Albert Blakelock (American,1847-1919)
David M Harry Nov 2017
I won’t say anything to you
about cheating on me because
we both know when I'm through
crying I'm not going anywhere.
I’ll just wipe the residue
of promises and embers
from my eyes and by virtue
of my need for your love,
I’ll be the victim to rescue
with that spider silk smile
that weakens me while you undo
my clothes and my defenses,
reminding of how you undervalue
my worth, my heart, and my body.
Yeah, I won’t say anything to you
about cheating on me because
we both know when I am through
crying I'm not going anywhere.
An Uncommon Poet Sep 2014
I'm lost, I'm nothing, my words mean nothing
to this race of humans
which ego has capsized this planet
the imagination of losing a family member
is beyond horrifying
yet we pillage and terrorize our own world
shrugging off the destruction it causes
and the pain it inflects on those family members
our loved ones fall to their knees
break their backs
shatter their self-interests
and unworthiness is the ultimatum
but we would rather use plastic than paper
because it's cheaper
we will underpay and undervalue
our brothers and sisters
to better ourselves with an increased pay cheque
we are perhaps the most selfish
yet entirely aware
the most intelligent to accompany a shared space
unaware to our animal fathers which prospered our kind
uncaring to the animal kingdom
and especially our own kingdom
the only person we are concerned about
is the king
ourselves, we will survive with more money and ownership than the next man
and ideally that would lead to happiness, success and fulfillment
we accept and do not argue societal norm
we aim for this type of success
to be glorified by our friends
rather than be happy with ourselves
we are pathetic follow ups
an excuse for consumption
I'd love to claim we were an experimental group
just to have one excuse for our idiotic actions
but we're too stupid to even notice the binds we've tied around ourselves
were one of the most intelligent species
and we degrade and mortify our extremities to be a member of society
imagine, how intelligent we would truly be
as a united force of 7 billion unique and distinct minds
working together to uncover the worlds hidden mysteries
and extending human life forms beyond our pathetic acceptance of human knowledge
we would be idolized
instead of carrying a devilish ambiance on our world
conquered and destroyed by a race with so much potential
and instead of flourishing our only green earth
we've created the foreshadowing of a planet of dust and death
no trace of historic resemblance
so the money you made today at the cost of another's well being will be worthless
just like the race that lives by this unwritten law of "happiness"
Mikaila Jun 2014
I'm starting to understand that I have learned to say
"I'm sorry" when people are cruel to me, and
"Thank you" when they undervalue me.
Don't let your life teach you that.
Eventually you blacken your lungs with it.
Eventually you're jonesing for it when you should be indignant or angry or proud.
Don't learn to survive.
Learn to live.
Cause it's a lot harder to do when you have to start in the middle.
The people who hear the most apologies from me are the ones who are hurting me.
The people who get the most of my gratitude are often the people who give me the least.
It's backward. It's dangerous.
It's what happens when you learn all alone.
You learn the wrong way to get to the right goal.
And eventually it starts to ******* you, and it dawns on you that you need to change, to recover, to quit, and you just don't know how.
Don't let your life teach you to be sorry.
To be grateful when you're underestimated and undervalued.
It will try. People will try.
The world pushes.
I wish someone had ever told me that it's okay not to be contrite,
That I should demand what I deserve,
That when I am cast aside or ignored, it isn't something I could have prevented if I'd simply been
Better, happier,
Easier,
More humble.
Because that thought right there ruins people.
Love yourself.
Do it quick, before someone else gets it.
Learn to thank yourself, to forgive yourself, before you turn around one day and discover
That someone else's eyes hold your galaxy.
Because love is wonderful, but...
I wish I'd had time to learn not to be afraid,
To learn to fight back,
To learn that being quiet is highly overrated,
Before I learned that somebody's smile could fill every empty part of my heart I'd ever cried over.
If you are still young inside, this is your chance.
Love yourself. Don't apologize. Don't lower your eyes. Don't restrain yourself.
Do not let this world teach you to be owned.

Love,
Someone who learned too well.
Alaina Moore Jun 2020
I grew up with God in the wind,
and didn't fit in with Christian friends.
They told me stories and begged me to repent.
Though doubtful, my anxiety sparked at the thought of sin.

I was once on a playdate and the mother told me.
She disowned her best friend when she confessed she was a lesbian.
She told me she could only take her back if she came to her senses.
It made me feel sad and sick, with little sympathy for the protagonist.

I was once told by a good friend that no one is bisexual, of course they're just confused.
I knew who I was but I didn't say anything in rebuttal.
I just nodded my head and took the bruise.

Once after jokingly seeing my boyfriend and another male friend hold hands, my mother told me "how dare those ******* disrespect you like that."
It was a moment that shattered glass and left scars.
I managed an apology after too much effort.

My stepfather once told me that gender fluidity was a confused phase, and a fad for attention.
Walls were put up and notes were taken.
Doors remained closed and silence  prevailed.

I am complicated.
I blend in to "normal"
I feel guilty at times and don't feel honest.

I undervalue, perhaps, the benefit of looping everyone in.
Or, perhaps, I'm just keeping the peace and heeding warning signals.

I can say for certain, it's not a fad nor phase.
I've always been who I am, I just had to grow up in order to phrase it.
A confession camouflaged as a poem.
Each verse is later in life. Starting from 12 ending around 26.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2023
Her mother lied, spun the horror of reality into a beautiful tale,
Of perfection and grandeur, painted calm from storm and hail
She always whispered, "My princess, you're beyond compare,
With a big heart like yours, love will always be there."

But lies dripped from her lips, painting a mirage,
A portrait of non existent affection, like a flickering collage.
She claimed that men would **** for eyes that bright,
While truth hid beneath the surface shrouded in night.

Her mother lied that men would scramble for the warmth in her arms,
that her smooth and silky hair carried with it fairy charms
She blinded her to the grotesque of reality she had seen
and masked her from the sweet stench of where she had been

Her mother told her that hips like hers made men want to stay
that the man for her wouldn't show up just for a roll in the hay
her mother showed her how ugly she looked with a frown
that her smile was for a queen, and she should never let go of that crown...

the only truth her mother told her was to forever be down to earth
and to never ever let anything or anyone undervalue her worth
for whatever life would turn out to be years later
She would always remain her mother's daughter....
Ikimi Festus Jun 2023
In the realm of riddles, I shall weave a tale,
Of women who dared to risk, their spirits unveiled.
They belittled themselves, chained by their own doubt,
But within them, a fire burned, yearning to break out.

A call to action for those who undervalue their worth,
Who think beauty alone can grant desires on Earth.
Fashion's trends may sway, but cannot define,
The essence of a soul, radiant and divine.

Humble yet afraid to take a leap of faith,
They stood at life's crossroads, contemplating their fate.
For life, a game of truth and dare, they knew,
To seek the truth, risk must be embraced anew.

Abigail, the joy of her father, held the key,
When Nabal insulted David, her spirit flew free.
She acted quickly, in desperate times she knew,
Extreme measures were needed, her resolve true.

With gifts offered in secret, she soothed anger's fire,
Submissive and respectful, she fulfilled her desire.
Bowing before David, forgiveness she did seek,
Her courage shone bright, humble yet bold and meek.

Joanna, a name mentioned briefly in holy verse,
Willing to follow her Savior, her faith a rehearse.
Supporting Jesus and the apostles from her own means,
Connections to Herod's palace, where danger convenes.

Her husband Chuza, the right hand of the king,
Yet Joanna chose the path where faith takes wing.
Risking it all for her Lord, she stood strong,
Her dedication rewarded, she witnessed the empty tomb's song.

Rahab, known as a harlot, yet her past did fade,
When she risked her life, her loyalty displayed.
Spying for Joshua's men, hidden on her rooftop,
Lying to the king's men, her family's safety her hope.

Deborah, wise and courageous, a beacon of light,
An influential woman, standing firm in the fight.
As a prophet and priestess, God's voice she would hear,
Leading worship and preaching, casting aside fear.

With Barak and troops, she ventured to the fray,
The glory destined for a woman, prophecies would say.
But not Deborah herself, it was Jael who would stand,
Driving a tent peg through Sisera's head, bold and grand.

Esther, the Queen of Courage, in the palace she dwelled,
Never forgetting her roots, where she once excelled.
A loyal Jew, she held fast to her faith,
Trusting in God's wisdom, she prepared a banquet's wraith.

No blind rush, no heed to doubts and fear,
She approached King Xerxes, her voice crystal clear.
Risking her very life, she yielded to God's might,
Trusting His plan, walking in His guiding light.

Ruth, when her husband died, faced a choice,
To return to her kin or embrace a new voice.
Against doubt's agony, she held steadfast,
Choosing to stay with Naomi, her conviction unasked.

Her influence grew, as others took note,
Admired for her loyalty, a foreigner of note.
Favor gained from Boaz, protection sought under wings,
Her decision stood out, like vibrant colorful rings.

A woman who stood apart, shining so bright,
Impressing the town and elders with her inner light.
May God make her like Rachel and Leah, they blessed,
A pillar in Ephrathah, her name forever impressed.

To the women who ponder their worth and might,
Who belittle themselves, yet yearn to take flight,
I ask you now, in the face of life's glare,
Will you embrace risk's dare and dare to dare?
Luce Mar 2014
4/3/14

• i think maybe i get so much back pain because i'm piggy backing the devil

• i set dry leaves on fire because that's what you did to my life

• there's tremendous guilt that comes with picking flowers and for that reason, i can't love you

- you pick something beautiful and it's bound to die.

- maybe, if i pick you, i could press you between the pages of my favourite book.  

• your daffodil lives in my bell jar.

- your life between sheets of paper not my sheets of cotton

• i fell out of love with the life they gave me and began to drown in the life i was creating for myself

• knowledge is crucial but we shouldn't undervalue experience

• jump, jump, jump.

• in school we're supposed to be taught and prepared for life, we get depressed and want to die
and maybe it's because we can't apply the f*cking factorisation equation to our feelings

• "i love history,
you see people being brave and courageous and stepping out for what they believe.
But, God forbid, any of you actually develop a spirit and personality and think there is a life bigger and more important than this institution in which we trust with the lives of our future"

• now is the moment for change. We admire historical figures for their courage, but very few of us would actually do the same.

• you shouldn't expect much from people if they trample over something as beautiful as flowers,
why would they give a second thought to walking all over your life?

• they will never know i picked a tree

• The rain nourishes the soul, make the most of it then let it leave coaster marks on your skin

• my lips are flaming red but yours are the ones burnin my cheeks

• i am the rusty penny you always tell the shop to keep

• i'll stay in bed all day. not because i want to die, i just don't want to live.

• i don't listen to our favourite songs anymore because they're an open gateway for you to haunt me

• isn't it so strange to feel the pressure of lips against your own after so long

• i don't want to spend another second in your atmosphere

- i don't want to be pulled in by your gravity or drown in your oceans. Just let me breathe.

• how i wish wish wish we had kissed

• i can't believe they let me fall through the cracks of the system.

• i sliced my thumb open in a biology lesson.  Isn't that ironic? Eye-ronic.

• i still flinch when i spray perfume before leaving the house. Even though there's no need anymore.  

- that's one thing you don't realise that you will miss. Now i can cover my wrists endlessly with sweet smells and hey, they are pretty.

- maybe the perfume makes it all better. Now i'll spray it daily on my arms and you'll get perfume on your lips from kissing sweet spots

• i see ghosts in these school corridors. It's tormenting to have to stay here.

• if i was in a burning building, you would try to save my life. i live in my body and i'm setting it on fire, so where are you now?

- maybe you could try to help but don't breathe in my smoke or you will die too.

• i wrote 'smoke' and my phone autocorrected it to 'smile'. i am happy.

• there is great safety in a passed moment.  

- you can eagerly relive the moment he pulls you into him, hindsight diminishing the nervousness of the moment because you know now what happens.

- you can watch from a great temporal distance the groundbreaking decisions of others and find comfort in the passed moment as you know the outcome.

- maybe, in this way, we underestimate the moments as they happened

• you won't remember everyday of you life, how strange is it that you could forget today even happened.
How does it feel to stand alone?

With nothing but a stem
And a bud unbloomed,
You are cast in shadow
By the mist
Of the tall trees
That outshine you.

The sun finds them,
Doesn’t even acknowledge you,
Even though those trees
Are the reason for the shade
In which you uphold your residence.

It wasn’t something that was wished
It was given,
But not all presents received
Have much thought,
But the mind accepts them
Because it’s better than receiving nothing.

Gifts of putting you down
In an attempt to make it harder for you to grow,
Wanting you to be exactly what they want,
And never what you deserve to be.

Animalistic men pry and **** you
To drag you into the dirt
With the rest,
Because we are all slaves to attention,
And I’m ashamed to tell you,
Sometimes that’s all you’ll get.

But you should know,
You aren’t like them;
Trying to grow tall,
So that the sun can see you
Isn’t what you need,
It’s what they made you believe.

You are a flower,
Soft and sweet,
Juxtaposing the rough
Trees that try to outshine,
But they know deep down,
They aren’t made like you.

A flower
Doesn’t need the sunshine
To illuminate the darkness around
And to warm the ground enough
That not even the snow falling from their branches
Could make it wilt.

And you are one such flower,
If you decide to be,
But I wonder how it feels to stand betwixt
Such an undeserving crowd--
I wonder how it feels to stand alone,
And I question whether you’ll be so bold
Or if you’ll hide your wonderful bloom
From the world;

I hope you’ll find
The self-acceptance and trust within
To show them what you are made of
Because what you deserve is better
Than what is given.
69 lines, 356 days left.
Jayme M Yaroch Jul 2016
I don't know how
to take a compliment
Every time someone is kind
I don't know what to do
Not really
I express my gratitude
Which only seems
To confuse them
Or anger them
Most of the time
They stop talking to me
Because my shock at their acceptance
Is off-putting and strange
And somewhat alarming
They think that I have
No self worth or esteem
They are wrong
There isn't anyone I love
More than I love myself
Everything about me
Attracts me
I find myself extremely attractive
In every way there is
But experience has taught me
Other people have shown me
That expressing my own worth
Is even more off-putting
Than my shock at their kindness
That it is less disgusting
To undervalue who I am
Than it is to be the strong
Proud, brazen, sensual
******, beautiful, intelligent
Mysterious, hilarious goddess
That I really am
When I down myself
It is a lie
If I speak ill of me
It is a lie
A lie that makes them
More comfortable
It makes them think
That they have the power
To place value into me
And that makes them
Happy
Perversely so
I don't understand why
Because I love my weird
Absolutely
And I want to be myself
But no one else seems to like me
For being me
They aren't happy that I'm free
Not in the least
Quite the contrary
They are happiest when I'm sad
Downtrodden
Weak
Because my weaknesses
Make them feel strong
And my real strength
Makes them feel pitiful
Because my strength
Is limitless
My will is stronger
My mind is quicker
My heart is more steadfast
There are no limits for me
Except the ones I make
And I make them
So that you
Are comfortable
Because my worth is not determined
By people too weak
To handle all of me.
Seher Seven Feb 2017
Some inner me...
You see this self value thing
Is absurd for this pisces.
It's based on the ego.
Since I was quite young i knew
All was the same.
My heart felt the same
For most I met.
There are a few who's energy
Instantly sets a tone.
Though, even then I see the gold.

It's because my soul knows
And communicates with me
That only loving me, is lunacy.
I am of a whole.
Love must be unconditionally.
Universally, regardless of what unfolds.
I must love you regardless...

That means no harsh words,
I apologize for those.
They exploded from my core,
That pitch black gut forced out
Low vibing soul.
Though I also felt these things were true...

Coming back around,
This whole thing is true.
We are pieces of one.
To focus on self love is blinding.
Overly valuing my talents
Holds little weight for me.
I know I am one of many.
Of us all.
I have faith each one can do
As anyone else can.
I have faith in all of you,
And me too. We progress.

I do undervalue this piece of WE though,
I have to.
Most cannot see this clearly
And find it a weakness.
Though its my path.
My victories will be for the masses.
For all I can touch with my energy.
I will maintain an infection of
Unconditional love for as long as my
Breath lulls. That sweet beat.

I love me. Just not more than you.
And I am thankful to see clear.
This is where you find my self love.
Nathan Pival Aug 2015
I am not a stepping stone
I am not dirt to be walked on
I am not yours to be tossed away
I will not let you undervalue my worth
I will not be taken for granted
I will not be abused
I will not let you disrespect me
I will not build you up
Just to be left behind
The feelings will be mutual
They will be reciprocated
And if they aren't
Well then
You just don't have a chance
If you want my heart
You will have to steal it
Break down the walls that guard it
Catch me by surprise
Tread lightly
And I will welcome you with open arms
Robert Guerrero Aug 2021
I undervalue myself
While overvaluing
Everything around me
Robert Ippaso Jan 2021
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?

Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?

I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.

So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?

Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?

Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.

Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
Victoria Feb 2019
People undervalue being alone-
Turning everybody else into white noise mush that turns my brain all fuzzy inside and out,
or having the rain pound pavement into ravines and mountain ranges,
rivers left behind that cause my old shoes to fill up like leaking boats.

Being alone is kind of okay.
I like feeling like a ghost sometimes, roaming around in the fuzz or the rain like the tv pictures floating around in bad-connection static-
And time goes very slowly and you wonder if it’s even passing at all...

But you’re alone, so it doesn’t matter how long you disappear for, it’s just you and your dull headache.
An involuntary spasm
of the diaphragm
and respiratory organs,
with a sudden closure
of the glottis
and a characteristic
sound like that of a cough.

Rather mundane topic
lest one cursed
with said minor inconvenience
that subsequently manifests
into protracted health crisis.

I write much hiccup ado
about nothing, which
involuntary explosive release
comes clear out of the hiccup blue
nary a sponge bob
square pants handy dandy blues clue,
where in tarnation
this uncontrollable bout
jarring the Jimmy Neutron body
electric all's well
that ends well hiccup do.

Why such physiological
spasmodic trembling
undulating weird phenomena
uncontrollable peculiar singultus kickstarts,
where one of many
extreme measures now suggested
such as ramming cloven hoofs
down the gullet wool shear
lee be in vain
to bring closure of glottis hiccups ewe

you wool sheepishly  
moost likely find annoying
as this hiccupping buck feels few
breaths short of taking
another potential drastic action…
like hiccup swallowing glue
as an extreme solution
wide whirled, webbed series
of being held hostage
resorting to asking Horton hears a Who

to stomp his elephant legs
(also known as hottentot bread)
atop thee abdominal chest
(me not ribbing ye dear reader)
despite impossible mission
to escape, thus truncating mein kampf
and additional fail safe measure
being trundled to an igloo
serving as ice cold emergency room
of a mockup hospital or calling

on the ghost of  the late veterinarian
James Herriot to scare doggone
such hiccup caterwauling
catering to gentile
or skeletal anorexic
hunger artist appropriately named Jew
Lean, thus, time and again
when said hiccup affliction
holds me hiccup hostage
ye dear stranger knew

seeking cure twill drive me towards
considering additional outrageous
acts of desperation
such as sticking ma head in the loo,
which bizarre reaction
on par with holding
out an appetite
until famished for moo
goo guy pan mixed
with delicious bowl of new

dulls steeped in broth,
an island delicacy renown on Oahu
even this atheist would ask
for salivation praying in a pew,
whereby sound of silence
echoed by hiccup right on queue
when nary a burble
until reaching amen hiccup rue
stubbornly persists,
no matter resorting

to consider extreme unction measures
at suppressing explosive strew
wing upsurge of diaphragm,
accursed diabolical solution
holding breath until
turning blue in the face  
simultaneously forcing air thru
alternative orifices such as:
nasal passage and/or mouth, ears
or out derrière as last ditch effort.

Oft times physiological phenomena  
faintly resembles bobbing up and down
analogous to the celebrated
jumping frog of Calaveras County
seriousness one best not undervalue
with a snort
lest ye surpass one poor soul
when an accident
on June 13, 1922,

Charles Osborne  
(experienced 20 to 40
involuntary diaphragm
spasms per minute)
hiccupped nonstop,
which condition persisted
for more than six decades,
only ending in 1990,
a full 68 years after it began.

Osborne's plight remains
the longest attack
of hiccups confirmed
by Guinness World Records
invariably accompanied
no doubt by a voodoo
Practitioner…until…at last whew
hiccups stopped  mysteriously
as they started
bringing relief
to him who analogously felt like
caged primate in a zoo.
Gods1son Mar 2021
It's funny how these smartphones
have only made us more phony
I wonder how many hide behind their screens and dish out lies
Causing some others to undervalue their own lives
No wonder depression is on the rise
It seems the stronger the internet connection, the weaker the physical interaction
I just hope that realness won't become obsolete someday.
Jon York Mar 2019
Too many
    people
undervalue
what they are,
and overvalue
what they're
not.
                                                                                               Jon York  2019
Yenson Apr 2019
I'll tell you this toadstools supplants
My happiness will not be ruined by people who can not find their own.
It is easy to live for others, it's the favorite pursuits of the incomplete . I call on you to live for yourselves.
For you have fears that you trust
and these fears know only too well your strengths
becoming the prince of all you are
Shallow minds are mere copies of prevailing winds
A fleeting flossy essence with no self worth
A copy worth less than an original
A person places themselves on
a level with the ones they praise.
He that undervalues himself
will undervalue others, and
he that undervalues others
will find even less
in himself
A man can stand a lot if he can stand himself
Those that can't vent in hate
Morale is self esteem in action

Real self-worth can’t be earned.
Real self-worth comes from understanding the truth
about who you are and understanding that your value
is infinite and absolute no matter what.
This is the only way to enlightenment,
balance and inner peace.”


When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.
~ African Proverb
Bob B Oct 2018
"When your daddy's filthy rich,
Take the opportunity
To use his wealth so you'll become
A SELF-MADE billionaire like me.

"Dubious tax schemes help a lot
When Daddy Trump's income waxes.
You and he can benefit from
Committing fraud and dodging taxes.

"A sham corporation allows
You to disguise millions in "gifts."
Improper tax deductions
Speed along these money shifts.

"Undervalue real estate holdings
By millions of dollars. We've deduced
That when the property's transferred, your
Tax bill will be greatly reduced.

"Be creative, explore loopholes--
Even deception and obfuscation.
If you're under scrutiny,
Feign utter indignation.

"Later, when your fortune increases,
Say that you have serious concerns
About the need for anyone
To see your personal tax returns.

"****** your fans by spinning your tale.
Lie, cheat, do what you can
To let them think their president
Is from the start a SELF-MADE man."

-by Bob B (10-3-18)
Anurein Gomez Sep 2020
You know,

It’s okay to be alone.

It’s okay to be afraid.

It’s okay to fall in love.

It’s okay to fail.

It’s okay to say no to certain things.

Its okay to lie for the better.

It’s okay to be heartbroken.

It’s okay to start over.

It’s okay to move on.

But what’s not okay?

It’s not okay to undervalue yourself, to change yourself to benefit someone else, it’s not okay to love someone more than you love yourself.
Nyx Mar 2020
It isn't toxic to want love
To wish for a future or to be the only one
Your point of view is from experience
But you aren't the only one

My past hurt & pain haunt me
That is known to be true
But it doesn't destroy my hopes
Of making things work with you

You are the one who did that
Subconsciously or not
The positivity you want back in me
Isn't going to appear within a seconds thought

My idea and desire of love
Is to simply be the only one
Take a single glance around you
You are the only one who wants to share ***

Everyone else around us is happy
Without a seconds care
There is never any worry of another
Cause another isn't there

Sure they have their issues
But in the end, they are well and good
Negativity phrased as reality
Such as a pessimist would

You want me to be positive
to be upbeat and happy
to tell you all my fears and woes
Making it sound so sappy

Rely on me but I won't on you
Define my efforts as nothing
Stop taking my tragedies as a person attack
I'm carrying my own weight on my back

Frustration and anger
Isn't the right route
You give me those responses
Then I will become as silent as a mute

I'll shut up as you say
And keep it even more locked away
Because it's those exact responses
That causes me to be this way

Don't try and fix me
That's not what I asked
Listen to me
but that ships has long passed

My views on happiness and love
I want my skills to be useful
because I want your happiness
I want to be truthful

I know my own value
That isn't the problem here
I just want to be able to help
To lend them a listening ear

Love me with all you can
Care for me as much as you can
Value me to what is my true worth
Show me those futures you plan

I'm not asking for your entire life to consist of me
I'm not asking for you to be unable to function without me
Love me with all your heart, that's all that I ask
Having only one isn't a difficult task

Your definition of toxic is in need of a recheck
Because you no longer understand what healthy is
You say I'm pushing you away, but can't you see
You are the one whos doing that to me

I've given you all my love
All my care and consideration
My positivities, my hopes
My fears all in dedication

But what have you given me?
Asides from making me feel less then what I am
Denying basic relationship things
Simply because you can

Because you fear the end results
So you refuse to place yourself fully in
So you deny every happiness
That keeps banging at the door to be let in

Caught up in a dream that is no longer there
Refusing to let it go, In turns keeping it under key
So it festers and burns and you criticize me
For not working through my issues, but look and you will see

I accept and move on, I work through my ****
I've already emotionally dealt with my issues
I don't let them interfere with my life as it sees fits
If you want to fix anybody than that person isn't me

I'm not the one who keeps revisiting times when I was free
I don't chase after something that should be left and gone
I don't keep making playlists, I don't keep wishing to go back
I'm not comparing everything you do to him and pointing out the sections that you lack

I closed a book on a page, a story where we left off
Secured into the great library of him and me
Closed but not forgotten
Securing to myself the finely decorated key

I'm not trying to taste both worlds
Putting the past and present on the same level
I will always have a soft spot for him, As I love him so dear
But I wouldn't put you and him so near

Would you be hurt if I told you that I loved him more
Would it hurt if I told you I wish he was still more
Would it hurt if I told you he was the best for me
Would it hurt if I told you that I wasn't the one who choose be free

I have an entire collection of over 100 poems for him
Entailing everything I love and adore of him
I have his shirt in my closet, the stuffed toy by my bed
I have those pictures still saved, listening to songs in his shed

I have his name in my head, the words that he said
The videos that we made, the places that we stayed
His necklace secured and his obnoxious laugh in my head
I have the future we envisioned and the promises we said.

Now wouldn't that hurt you
If I desperately kept chasing
If I flaunted it in your face
Continued that want which keeps my heart racing

If I told you I couldn't live without him
That he was the only thing I ever asked for
And was all that I would ever want
That he was the last time I was truly happy

It would.

I don't bring up his name when I tell you of my love
I don't make small comments in situations that he's done
I don't lose the excitement simply cause it's already happened
I don't fear and stop myself because things are overlapping

I don't selfishly chase because I know it would hurt you so
He doesn't run through my mind like many months ago
I don't put you in his position, avoiding things that could hurt
because I know you are both different and so I don't flirt

You are not him, and he is not you
I am not her, and she is not me
I know that as clear as day
So I give you a clean slate so they say

I know she helped you through the darkest point in your life
But so did he for me, he is also the only reason I am alive
He is the only reason I am who I am today
He is the only reason that scars and burns don't litter my entire body

He gave me my emotions, He gave me my happiness
He gave me my life and showed me the world can be bright
He means more to me than anybody ever will
Because to this day, he is the only one who never hurt me still

He was my entire life, He showed me how to live on my own
How to be independent and not have to rely only on my usefulness to other people, he taught me what a healthy relationship was meant to be, He taught me the difference between the toxic and the good

So no my view on toxic isn't skewed because "that's all I know"
Anybody around us knows what a healthy relationship is.
Sharing love is fine, but not in the romantic sense
Your current and your past shouldn't be on the same level

Because that in itself is unfair,
That and everything you do in regards to it
That is, what toxic is

You are the one who needs to learn that definition
Not me.


Because my understanding of it is clear
You're not the only one who's gone through those experiences.
So don't you dare try and undervalue my progress
and everything that has happened to me and justifies it cause you've been through it.

I know my self worth
I know my progress and efforts
And I continue to do everything in my power not to hurt you
You know this, and yet you can't do the same

Talk to me again about being positive
Because the most negative person here is not me

Learn your definition of toxic
And apply it to yourself.

I love you
But it's almost as if all your actions hurt
and the worst part above it all
Is that you know it

You know it.
Yet here we still are


I'm tired of fighting for love
Battling a ghost long overdue
Because I thought at least by now
You would have moved on too

But you haven't.

So what is it then that's wrong
What is wrong with me and what I am
Am I simply not enough
Are all my words and feelings just like spam
Piling up inside your brain

Just a pass time, as you wait for the real thing
The real thing that's meant to come back to you in time
Just like you've told me before
That she will come back

If she will
Then what am I fighting for
What use am I then
What's the point of me even still being here
What's the point of anything
If you refuse to make memories
To just let our time pass by like nothing special
Because I know its more special to me than to you

What the point of all my hurt and pain
If by the end of the day I'll just get thrown away,
Thrown away for what you truly want?
Like I'm nothing

What's the point if you can't love me
The person that's here with you at this moment in time
I don't want the excuses, I don't want to hear the
Because every reason that you give isn't enough
to validate any of this

You can ask anybody
And they will tell you I'm a fool for staying
That I'm a ******* idiot for loving somebody who can't move on
To love somebody that will never be fully in love with you
Or ever to completely and utterly commit to you

And I am
I am a ******* idiot
And yet I'm still here
After all this time
Still desperately praying that the guy I love more than anything
Will just love me the ******* same
To want to spend time with me, who wants to make memories
That wants to do the ******* and just love me
Just love with me with everything he has
And to be afraid to lose me
To be afraid to hurt me
That wouldn't knowingly do things that would
I just want to the one
Even if it's just for now
I just want to be somebodies "It" person
With no strings attached

I just want a normal relationship
Where I don't have to keep fighting and worrying
Because I know that I am the only one they love
and that I am the only person on their mind
Is that so ******* hard to ask for?

Is it really that hard for me to be enough for somebody
For me to the only person they love?

Because it seems for everybody else
That's just the normal
But for me
It isn't
And as much as I keep hoping and praying
I don't know if I'll ever have that.

**** I love him
But this pain
It's something different

-
As that iconic line goes
I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway

— The End —