Best Me Myself And I Poems
When me and myself
Are feeling sadness
I sit down to chat
With the both of them
Finding the reasons
For their troubled minds
We have time to chat
I would speak with me
Telling things that troubled
Then next myself spoke
Telling all her woes
Till all was spoken
My name is I
Also me, myself
They live inside
It is always home
We live together as one
Me myself and I
were talking to myselve's
when we asked us a question
and they were not themselves.
They themselves and them
now questioning themselves
said we were not like them
and had to be yourselves.
You yourselve's and you
now separate from myselve's
meant you could not be me
and we could be ourselves.
I am doing this for myself.
I am done being hurt.
I am tired of the heartache.
i wish i never met you sometimes,
i am tired of you being a jerk,
you hated it when i told you how i felt now you don't get to hear or see me anymore.
you broke my heart.
you have hurt me more than anyone in my life.
why do you act like you don't care?
you think your gods gift to women.
i know you do almost every guy i know thinks that.
i have had so many offers that i had to refuse because i'm still not over you.
i know i should be but, but maybe we were meant to be if we were you blew it, and you can't
say that you weren't happy with me cause i know you were you told me everyday that you
loved me even when you broke my heart into tiny little pieces you said "i will always love
you".
i don't know if you do or not i'm just sayin' how i feel cuz maybe one day you will realize that
"hey i'm stupid for lettin that girl go", NO ONE will love you as much as i still do.
and until you realize that don't come around me, cuz if you were to show up right now i don't
know what i would say because i'm really hurt and anything could come out of my mouth
and and i wouldn't care!
Ralph
Widower, father, grandfather, friend
Brother of Bill, Bob, Ruthann, Joann
Lover of, golf, baseball, cruising
Thanks to great family and friends,
I feel gracious, appreciative, blessed
I fear loss of loved ones, poor health, snakes
Would like to see Australia, Hawaii, Grand Canyon
Resident of Newburgh, New York
Taylor
My self-awareness is clear.
Blunt.
It's ugly and painful. To call it enlightening, is putting it lightly.
Honestly though, it's relieving, intriguing, and totally necessary.
Character building, and damn near life-saving.
They say "seeing is believing"... But what about these feelings?
The temporary, non-factual, and oh so ing deceiving.
I prefer to walk this life in honesty. Real, raw, and owning responsibility.
Without concern for the possibility of living "lonely".
My truth.
Your truth.
THE truth.
I struggle to grasp how it's so hard to direct all my best efforts...
ANot for you, not for him, or for any of them. But for me. And at least for now, only me...
Like clockwork. One, two, three.
The bad decision making.
I always have been, I am now, and always will be, my own worst enemy.
Some will say that they "admire" my ability.
My ability to rep nothing more, and nothing less... Then just me.
Inside I'm laughing.
It's almost really ing funny!
With a head clouded thick and smokey and a heart I seem to keep on freezing.
Painful realities,
I continue to keep on stuffing.
Like it's all okay. Right here, right now...
see in my eyes that my lips are saying it.
Again.
Sell off another piece of my soul & commence to feeling nothing.
Turns out with all this ducking and dodging of reality, I myself am being robbed of the real me.
The chick they so ignorantly pretend to be "admiring".
It's gotten to the point of what I deem as wasteful & petty, being sold short...
Ultimately starving your life, my life, and this bag Society, of true, legit beauty.
The crimes of passion that fuel within me.
The answers remain exposed. Ever so transparently.
As I once said, my self-awareness is more than a blessing.
Granting the ability to understand what blatantly lay before me.
Allowing my swollen eyes to see ever so clearly.
Observing, the chaos and defeat.
hear me say, although I'd prefer to scream....
No matter the faulty choices, or the seemingly impossible hopes and dreams...
I can be my own muse, my own Mentor, I will be just me. My own home team.
Completely denying the hopelessness that the greatest of evil strives to feed within me
I want to keep you safe from all this harm
The shouting the hitting so you keep Calm
I am determined to stop him touching you
He never left you alone he bloody knew
Hurting you in such an ugly cruel way
I will protect you so you won’t become prey
His evil way of attacking, was because he can
I’m older now, becoming a much stronger man
The fast river between us will get much stronger
The helpless life you gave me will be no longer
All that power you once had over that little child
I have become clever, smarter you won’t get me riled
Your accomplice was trained to be as bad as you
She was not a mother, just part of you, evil two
I will make it my only mission to keep him by me
This is so he can feel safe & warm till I get him free
He has suffered far to long now, I will make it stop
My strength the Lord gave me will carry me forever
I am ready to conquer you, this will be my endeavour
He’s with me now so go elsewhere if you ever dare
He will be with me now, as for you I don’t care
My love is for him now that’s been waiting to share
That’s just me, myself and the world out there
YOU see the beauty in everything
YOU love the way I speak
YOU are falling for a killer
YOU will surly die
YOU shouldn't come closer
YOU have made a mistake
YOU are being stupid
YOU need to go away
YOU leave now
YOU need to be safe
YOU are being stupid
YOU are now dead
I see death everywhere
I hate myself
I am a murderor
I will surly kill you
I warned you not to get closer
I told you about your mistake
I am trying my best
I need you to leave
I said stop being stupid
I'm trying to proteact you
I am killing you
I am sorry
Me, Myself, and I must live forever alone with no love
Because of the things I've done
No love
Living alone for
Eternity
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 2 to complete the poem and leave your comments on the Part 2 submission. Thank
you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain diminished
Me, Myself, and I...
“There are things that concern us,”
Consensed my “Selves” in earnest
““We” fear that “I” have succumbed to delusion”
“And after careful deliberation
It is with much hesitation
That we choose to delineate upon this confusion”
“Fact is your intuition
Is riddled with superstition
And your judgment leaves much to be desired”
“So you leave us no recourse
Don’t push us to use force”
It is then that the “I” was summarily fired
I exclaimed “By whose authority?” Response, “Rule of majority”
“The “Myself” and the “Me,” (forthwith the “We”), are experts in our field”
“And with much technique and time
And some forays into the sublime
The nature of your malady will be revealed”
“So to keep yourself from having a fit
Step back and just calm down a bit”
“We,” they said, “certainly have this under control”
“We swear this won’t hurt at all”
Then I felt my inhibitions fall
Still I said a prayer to God that He keep my soul
You know, fact is I do feel off axis
As evidenced by such parapraxis
As this prose that I, (or is it “Us”), seek to pen
And with my mind feeling numb
I finally chose to succumb
And allow the “Me” and the “Myself” to begin
And then came questions in a flurry
Answer, answer and please do hurry
Not one moment of respite did they give
They pushed and they prodded
With every “T” crossed and “I” dotted
My mind felt like it had gone through a sieve
And all this psycho-analysis
Is causing my mind paralysis
The questions, can you stop with the questions please
“Yes, oh yes indeed
I do believe we have what we need
To make an attempt to identify your unknown neuroses”
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
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J. Scott Burns...
How could I be so blind
And not see this coming?
Acting as if I'm surprised,
Like I didn't know what was happening.
How selfish could I be?
By not putting some of the blame on me.
How could she be the problem?
When I'm the one who claimed I couldn't see.
She tried to tell me what was wrong;
But I acted as if I'm not hearing.
Then I got the nerve to be mad at her
Simply because she's mad at me for not listening.
I treated her unfair
Yet I was always telling her, she's my equal.
Allowing my insecurities to treat her
In a way that made her feel real little.
Knowing in my heart she was faithful
And that her love was unconditional and pure.
I just couldn't comprehend why
I was acting as if I was so unsure.
I messed up real bad
Now my whole existence is a mess.
Trying to exist without her
Is like living without answers, trying to guess.
How foolish was I?
To allow our relationship to die.
Knowing she tried
I can't even look at myself in the eye.
Tears I cried…
Is worst than the devil in disguise.
So now I find myself without her
Cause I only thought about Me, Myself, and I.
I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.
Me, myself and I
were talking to myself
when I asked me a question
and he was not himself.
He, himself and him
was questioning himself
when he spoke much like me
and I was less myself.
She, herself and her
was talking to ourselves
Leaving us to wonder
who was who's own self.
They, themselves and them
joined us in themselves
and now we were together
in being our own selves.
Vo Amour Adelle (Parents love Grandma)
Mother, teacher, sister, reserved
Daughter of Virgencita and Oscar (their initials are in my name)
Lover of Arvin, books, and adventure
Who feels happy, love, and pain
Who fears blood, snake, and bitterness
Who would like to see snow, safari, and Disneyland
Resident of Benoni, Mahinog, Camiguin
Lao
O - Olive that was her first name
O - Oli, eloi, bloss her other names
O - Overall, any of these is acceptable
O - Only she prefers most her one name
L - Life come upon her by 13th of August
L - Living with her grandparents first
L - Learning she always want to pursue
L - Ladder of life she jolly began to do
I - Interested to music, books and stories
I - Indefinite reading even old histories
I - In the kitchen, She loves cooking
I - In anywhere, She is there singing
V - Victor she always strives to be
V - Vices and violence against is she
V - Vivaciously aiming to live life fullest
V - Vigorously stepping to life's hurdles
E - Each one she shares a smile
E - Even though she feels bad inside
E - Endearing, she was always told
E - Eager to explore things untold
E - Essence of a woman, she beholds
E - Extremes she tries to balance and hold
E - Even if skin and beauty folds
E - Embroidered life by God, she is called
L - Looking to be channel of blessing
L - Listening before understanding
L - Loaded not with a good tall
L - Limitless to achieve a goal
O - Onwards she always go
O - On sides and on back she forgoes
O - Opting not to forget all good
O - Omitting not of gratitude
I - In God, she always trusts
I - In real love, she believes
I - In singing and writings, she frees
I - Into her family, she spree
S - Small girl she may seem
S - Smartness, she projects not hid
S - Sweats she doesn't care to pour
S - Sincere heart that she devours
A - Adoring God, forever she will
A - Acceleration she will deal
A - Antidote to her woos is love
A - Above all is her one living God...
(c)olive_eloisa
10:57 am
March 24, 2014
blessing, dance, dream, fun, inspiration, me, word play
ME MYSELF AND I ©
My bouquet is made of Flowers
My smell is awakened
My mind is made aware
My 'self' is receptive
My senses inspired
My eyelids open
My eyes wait
My body craves
My fingers seek
My wrists flex
My feet are directed
My wishes are toned
My speech sings out
My new day is a 'given'
My ‘one’ self is alive
My thoughts have spoken
My word-play for today!