Tagged: self

Spoken Word Poem 2

Revolution of Self

Spoken Word Poem   I need a revolution of my self. I need to overcome the alienation that society has imposed on me, separating what I do from who I am and know I...

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Choices

Poem Choices left and right Ultimately it’s up to you It’s always up to you You wonder if you could go back If you don’t like the road you choose Would you really have...

poem about loving yourself 2

Come, Let Us Love

Poem   Come, let us fall in love with ourselves. Come, let us clean our embarrassing shelves of the guilty pleasure, of the bad debts. Come, let us accept our frivolous selves. Bask in...

poem about pushing yourself 2

Confront

Poem   Build your character so deep that even fate questions its authenticity Break apart, get crushed and broken Then come together like there is hope Attract energy . All positive, all loving. There...

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Like Air

Poem I used to hear silence It used to fill me With wonder and ancient fairy dust I used to see, smell The emotions of the sky and sea I used to feel cradled...

self study poem 0

Love Rot

Poem You pressed on my door and it gave way I went out into the wide world with you. The hills and cities you showed me Blinded me by their beauty. Smoke turned to...

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Forever Grew

Poem A new day, green and bright Fresh with the greeting Of crisp daylight Mind relaxed, soft and open Feeling the joy Of your own emotion Going outside, excited by life Letting your kite...

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Just Let Me Be

Poem   Crazy, wild, so weird! Things I am, it’s me, Oh, just let me be! Blind and deaf, so astray! No need to say I have to see, Oh, just let me be!...

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Man in the Mirror

Short Story   His grin, that’s the worst part. It was both alien and familiar; a poorly drawn self portrait. It was too perfect to the point of being unsettling. I couldn’t find a...

Life Poems Short 0

It Is All About A Choice

Poem   When seven is early and eight is late, I came to Ninasam and got it straight. There are some places which make you feel like a clean slate. When seven is early...

Poems on Identity, Art Photo 0

2 Poems On Identity

Poems on Identity   Codeine Identity Crisis What shall I call myself? Perhaps I am a blessing distributed drip by drip by drip to cozied cups clutched within infinitely curling fingers. Or better yet I...

Mona Lisa 0

Need to Change

easier said than done when you see yourself in the mirror and don’t like the picture hypnotized by illusions touch the glass and you will acknowledge the distortions and colourless flowers drunk with poisoned...