Yourslef poems on Hello Poetry

Alexis Jan 2018

My name is Alexis

And I'm and addict;

Just 19.
Who wouldve thought...
Amphetamine.
This ***** ******* habit
Keeps on reeking ****** havoc
This heavy dose, i love the most
Its fist is wrapped around my throat
So tightly roped, i try to cope
But have i told you of the voice
As if I have no simple choice
Every night i hear that noise
It whispers and hisses ill fame
And in my saviours name
I rebuked this devil and said he was to blame
Tragic it was when I feared we were same
Only briefly, so before he fell away from me
And from grace, I needed just once to see his
Face
I summoned him, provoked in that hour
The devil at hand, while within my power
To show his cowardly self, and he appeared
The "Self" ishness in me. A mirror I saw
I cant escape this hate for law
To **** myself and laugh at me
My reflection says, "don't you see?"
I am the devil in you. You can't be free.
a holy verse you know so well
Said in the Lords house you just might dwell
It taught you truly the nature of god
And to write euphemisms, o poet in facaude
The complex you create to be above
This evil thing you cannot love
Inside of you, that is called "I"
The devil I am. That lives inside
In the Word I learned to know of this god in which you abide
guiding you to deny me to death.
Dissonance from guilt, creates in you, me
A separate enity, in which you can't be free
Except in flesh, of responsiblity
But without you, I don't exist
Denying the self inside, shouldn't feel like such bliss
But to yourslef, you lie
And within I die, every time
A juvenile in your prime
You forget me and commit the one sin
Which honestly can't be forgiven
Denial of error, dont look so blue
Failing to forgive the devil in you, it's true
You deny me by your own will
A chance to have peace, to be still
In rebuking me, what's left is condemnation
Eternal damnation
It is the "self" you dismiss
When the pipe you kiss
Makes you feel I do not exist
So let this god cast me away
But it's your own soul you lost today
I am the devil. The mirror.
You're truest fear.
In church this is called blashepmy
But I like to call it your ego,
We both know you cant let go
Pure humanity, inner calamity
To deny thy self love, such profanity.
To repeat this rejection expecting a new "me".....
Literally defined: NOUN
Insanity.

The devil in me is so profound.

I will not be forgiven. Because I will it not.

I deny my pain.
So slowly driven my self insane..
Pray not for peace but Novacane
to numb these rotting teeth, that ache so slowly, only subject to the sovereign hand of time; this cycle. This crime.
This line of mine
Amphetamine.
But the conscious is clean
Alteast... I think?

In honor of sobroety, to thine own self be true

#drugs #spirtual #devil #god #salvation #soul #forgiveness #ego #awakening #****

Lewis R. Mar 2010

on a bus stop

She is waiting there by herself. A woman, in a light colorful dress, that contrasts her gentle shoulders and sensible neck. It's raining. You see how the rain drops falling down from the sky are touching her and burst with exhiliration. They cover all her body, pure and shining like a heaven itself. She is standing there alone in the crowd.
Cars, buses are passing by, but she is waiting for something or... somebody. A deep uncertain regret starts permeating your mind, something that you are not, yet, able to understand yourslef but what causes pain. May be that's the sorrow of realizing
that she doesn't know you or... the thought that you would never be able to kiss her shoulder, and you don't want more. Even kissing her, you would have done it so gently and carefully, so that you would not have destroyed the harmony of her endless beauty... beauty of the lake, reflecting the sky and rising sun, that leaves you dazzled if you look on it. That kind of beauty you would not dare to touch, but just let it shine through you. A beauty that tells you the reason of life, and tranquilizes your soul. You wish your life was as ideal as the traits of her face, eyes, lips... You wish you were a wind that touches her so elegantly, without a word or any wrong movement, leaving itself in every and each cell of her body, disappearing in her sweet scent... You wish... And when you open your eyes you see her sitting in somebody's car... and the car is going away... you're sitting alone waiting for the bus...

Miguel A Barriento Jun 2014

**** Doesn't Change.

my fingers tickle keys about pointless topics that many strangers read
   i try to impress those with a rythm i attempt to keep
i think of impressing others even when i sleep
  but it gets tougher and tougher when the same **** keeps happening.
talking about crimes in streets
thats redundant
talking about drugs
thats redundant
talk about depression?
  PLEASE! we're in a recession.
if your tears aint making me money
start walking honey
because starving yourslef to skin bones isnt worth that emotional sydrome.
we need to get grown and become logical, not philosophical.
what if is just some ******* that will make smash into an obstacle pretty quick.
im sick of the same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
same ****
my days are painful and slow
they treck alongside me like a snail in a hurdle racing a turtle.
there's no prgression
no incentive
no reason to be inventive
because its all about the money not the culture
as the vultures tear us to ribbons
rich ******* sippin on lifes bosoms is cushioned with oppurtunity.
all i would like to say is if you plant a seed
give water.
not need.

Akash mazumdar Sep 2014

my own views on life

Life is not a important thing on to be discused,
cause life means to be lived for some one special but not to be in restricions,
and bounds of offence made by the world's liveing conditions,
it is a sequence of obstacles and some nice feelings,
that we find after overcoming from the disgusting fight for existing,
it is not a story to be spoken,
but a sense of conciousness that cant and can be broken,
it is the greatest thing to be wanted,
but not a recyclable thing or self start vehicle that can be restarted,
obviously the feeling and the sense of a madness for life or to be lived,
is the way to be lived in the virtual world but not to be in real field,
and there is a felling to be quite and loneleyliness,
which can't be dscribed,
so it seemed to be involved in a fight,
it's beautifull to be take off the limitations of life,
but it can e positive or most worse terrible situations seemed as to be going wild,
there can be endless reasons of love for a glittering someone,
and only who is living and breathe for you or can be poisinous for your believe & faith and also for none,
at last just keep in mind that you,
have to take out he situations you see yourslef seemed to be fit,
and kick out those persons who thought that you dont have the right to exist.

Pretty girl May 2018

Say

I live in a state where the girls are not gay but the culture is
Where my boy only tells you he loves you when it's convenient
When your i love you's are only true if they come with the gift of your body

I live someplace where the women do not bloom often
The girls have guilty minds from putting dainty things on display while men find joy in plucking them but we do not tell dad
That nice man is giving girl attention
She asks her self if this is love

Little girls are too little and too big too
They tell you let your mind grow but dont let your bodies move
Girls who are tight with mature minds are for men who lack depth
Who have bottle caps for heads cause there's no water room

Shave your ***** cause he wants you too
Plus your legs cause he wants those smooth
Say "please" and "thank you" Pretty girls gotta be polite
Say "I'm sorry." cause existing upsets the balance of their breathing

If you woulda been sweeter you coulda saved yourslef another breakdown
"But i love him." say
"Im sorry
Sorry.
Sorry!
sorry..."

I appologize.

Janek Kentigern Jul 2019

Divorce

Divorce

this time
was
its your side im gonna take
dont you worry mat
Im here for you unconditionally
i know you loved her
right until the bitter end
]right until your dignity was stretched out
over hot coals
over diamand like a fool
like an utter ****
you interoreted all of those negative sigals
all thise silent nigths in
avoivind the future
avoidung anythign
anythignthat might comr too close to the truth
the crippling trouch
that this time
in all the hundreds of milions of times
that this **** goes doewn
with romance]
and excitedment
and everything that for a bruief moment justifies alll yhr fuckign ****
that neurosis
the moments of utter indifference
when th difference betweeen crossing th road safely
and intentuionally hurling yourslef between the wheen of an oncoming lorry
grinding up the bones
tintoa insensate human patty
the reason you syou do the right thing
the sane thing
is fleeting moments like these were for a momnt at a time
we can acsend beyond the ordinary constrainsts ot every fuckign thing
and once that was you. Yuo were the thing that gave meaning to the shallow dochotoy between work and friend
. everyone wants something from you
sobut you stood apart from the din
the unholly din
of the forces pulling in operate directions

Muskan Kapoor Apr 2018

Atelophobia- fear of imperfection

I am wearing a pink plaid skirt,
but I think it’s too short,
maybe my huge thighs are ruining it.

Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the ******* beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd.

People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body.

Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out.

“NO”
Just two words-
APPRECIATE YOURSLEF

This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.

Apple on a Rose May 2019

New Guy

You're great. More than great.
Probably true too.
But how do you offer up an imcomplete version of yourslef?
How do you persue a feeling while still trying to supress and hide the feelings you know stay with another.
Its not you its me.
But its not me either.
Its him.

Muskan Kapoor Apr 2018

Word of the day- Abience

I am wearing a pink plaid skirt,
but I think it’s too short,
maybe my huge thighs are ruining it.

Oh my god, he is looking at me, but maybe not me, maybe he is looking at the ******* beside me, after all why would he look at me, the payjama wearing nerd.

People call me slim, I am not slim. It’s called skinny. Look, my bones are showing from every side of my body.

Oh my god, this top is so beautiful but I can’t wear it, it’s too shot and my tummy will be peaking out.

“NO”
Just two words-
APPRECIATE YOURSLEF

This fear is what makes you imperfect, not the way you look, or talk, or walk.

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