Long Insecurity Poems
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I had no one to comfort me
While I was going through anxiety
The sun is setting upon my rage
I am released out of my wretched cage
Freefalling into the abyss
Falling short in helplessness
Hopelessly calling your name, for I feel blind
You burn on like a furnace in my mind…in my mind…
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
You scorch me like a flame of unbearable uncertainty
You regret, treating me wrong because of insecurity
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
You churn like an ocean against a ship of pirates
Endlessly overcoming my fears and keeping my wits,
Trying to find some sort of satisfactory outlets
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
I had no one to comfort me
When I was depressed and lonely
The moon is bright tonight with gladness
Will I ever be happy? Who will mend my distress?
Freefalling into the abyss
Falling short in helplessness
Hopelessly calling your name, for I feel blind
You burn on like a furnace in my mind…in my mind…
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
You scorch me like a flame of unbearable uncertainty
You regret, treating me wrong because of insecurity
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
You churn like an ocean against a ship of pirates
Endlessly overcoming my fears and keeping my wits,
Trying to find some sort of satisfactory outlets
I've been hard on myself honestly
I'm an alone bard on my own sadly
I had no one to comfort me
While I was in bittersweet captivity
Well, God sets me free…
He will see me through
But, an alone bard – I am meant to be…
He will lead me to you
When testing time invades profoundly my private space
I build a wall to protect the sanctum of the inner woods,
create a captive cocoon of imposed isolation
for the soul to be preserved in the bliss of insulation.
I become a lone prisoner of my own making,
behind the wall of false sense of volatile pride.
I find the world disappear beyond my guarded garden,
take away the fragrance of flowers I see blossom.
I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled confusion,
whether to break the wall or stay secluded within.
When time comes to travel to the sinking skyline,
the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris.
As the wall encloses the shattered senile sagacity,
I see the sensual sequins in the last rays of the spent sun,
drizzle through the confined thicket’s chromatic canopy,
from the free sky where my soul seeks to fly like a bird.
The twilight time is tinged by the hues of the horizon,
sinking within the hazy strata of the discontent dust.
With the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
I etch the Rubicon line walking the last mile.
The defining moments within the marked territory,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
Stopping at the boundary stimulates spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament,
saves the psyche from the clasp of evil’s embrace,
and in insecurity mayhem unfolds the divine leitmotif.
Today I live comfortably, peaceably
Tonight a hurricane washes ashore
Tomorrow I am homeless, secure no more...
Today I have a challenging job and work
for someone I greatly respect and admire
Tomorrow morning, the company goes belly up
I'm out on the street, carrying a sign
'Day Laborer for Hire...'
Today my country is flourishing, the economy humming
Tonight we are attacked by a nuclear superpower
Tomorrow death and destruction everywhere
In every crack and crevice, like rodents, we all cower
Why does man pray? Who does he pray to?
Insecurity pumps to and from his heart like crazy
He stands naked before his Maker, every sinew and artery exposed
Beseeching the Almighty for Mercy, eyes and heart wide-open now
His purpose no longer hazy --- energetic! ~ Long vanquished is lazy!
Each poem I birth
Is a child of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Word of my soul
Conveyor of my emotions
Each one is unique
Different….
One is always happy
And sees the bright side of life
The eternal optimist
With not a care in the world
With a song on her lips
She traipses about and everywhere she goes
Flowers bloom
And the sun peeks out
To welcome her
The other is intimately acquainted
With her mother’s world
Of suffocating despair
She sees the tear behind the smile
The insecurity behind the laugh
Her loneliness
This child of my is consumed by worry
That Mama may go through with it this time
And no longer be there to love her
She quietly watches
Her daily fight for survival
For escape
From the demons that haunt her life
And so…she bears her sorrow
Trying to be strong for MAMA
Her tears she hides as she cries in the closet
Knowing its Mama’s tears in her eyes
And Mama’s pain in her heart
I love this child of mine, for she sees what no one else sees
One of my children was conceived in frenzied passion
And she is its embodiment
She devours life
Her passion relishes
Life
Love
Nature
Friends
She is intense to the point of insanity
Those who know her are electrified by her presence
For she is….
Always endearing
Always charming
Always in love
Always flirting...teasing...pleasing
Always passionate….to the point of losing herself
In the moment
My little one….ah, my little one is a romantic dreamer
Her eyes never focus on the here and now
She perches on the windowsill
Seeing her castle in the distance
Waiting for her knight in shining army
To sweep her away on his gallant steed
With flowing mane
And thundering hoofs
Matching the thundering beat of her heart
She waits to be whisked to
A forever land of dreams
Of flowers and sunshine
Of birds chirping by streams
And love better than in the world she’s seen
Oh, but my eldest
How my heart bleeds
For my child of wrath
Born of my affair with Zeus
Sending out thunderbolts
Livid by injustice
Seething with anger
At all that is inhumane
Welding his sword
Eager for revenge
For retribution
I fear for this my child
Who often is about to draw blood
In mortal combat with the enemy
Ever at the point of death...
(End of Part I)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Quote: "Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you" -- Rumi
In the tremors of the earth's gentle dance,
Our sanctuary senses the rhythmic trance.
A haven we seek, when foundations quake,
Shelter we crave, refuge we make.
In the echoes of chaos, a longing is born,
For a sanctuary of love, steadfast and warm.
A fortress against the tremors within,
To shield from insecurity, loneliness akin.
I dream of a haven, a sanctuary divine,
Where love's embrace is an unbroken line.
In the quake of doubt, a pillar to rely,
A sanctuary of love, where spirits can fly.
When the world rattles with its thunderous might,
Our sanctuary stands, an unwavering light.
A beacon of solace, in the tremulous night,
Guiding our hearts, in love's tender flight.
Oh, sanctuary of love, with walls made of care,
A refuge so strong, a haven so rare.
Against the tempests, we'll weather and cope,
In the arms of love, our sanctuary of hope.
“Life sailing in the river of affection, emanating from
the fountain of mother’s love, gets anchored in the
bay of memory” – Quote by Poet
My mind goes back down the memory lane
to the times when life for us was really trying,
for under the scorching sun of insecurity
in an alien land where we drifted,
and in the spewing squall of uncertainty,
she toiled for years and built for us a home.
In her weary hands she sculptured my life,
and made me what I am today.
Soon a time came when my job forced me
to leave her to be all alone,
for she won’t leave the home she toiled to make
and loved more than anything else,
but promised she’d one day come to live with me.
That day never came, for she left her old home,
and went away to her new heavenly abode.
In the deluge of the surging river of sorrow
in the broken heart, crushed by the pain of losing her,
I feel my senses sink in despondent depth within
with my life once ebullient in her presence.
From the eroded banks of my desolate existence,
I perceive my time with her disappear to nowhere.
In the surge of the devastating flood of grief,
I breathe the reminiscence air in sorrowful seclusion.
I hear the whisper of the breeze wafting her essence,
that passes me by with the tune of the swan song,
resonating with the ethereal rhythm of love
and with the melody of longing, she made for me.
I lift the lid of the concealed cauldron of memory,
see vividly her kaleidoscopic floral images,
blooming in the garden she nurtured, not yet lost,
I preserve in my memory vase, the flower, my mother.
In an atenpmt to make his ex
stop narrating his work(s)
he wrote song about asking a woman to
buy the steaks at dinner
the lyrics spoke of her buying him
new drawels
told her to find him
a date
so that he could be happy
and to pay the tip
when they are engaged.
jealous of my new
hammond 3
said the oboe was bent
talking about my success
where my money's spent
skipping out on rehearsal
changing the tempo of the groove
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Such insecurity out flanks
her willingness to kind
it's a social comparison
acting like all is fine
often used to deflect attention
from the flaws she possess
it's a contentious mechanism
what apparatus fixes us
non is to be found
Can't say I don't love
this woman
just stop treating me
like a clown
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you can't get over
lossing me
now that I'm with someone else
I lefted you with the one
you love
cause you only seem to love yourself
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Too much is on my mind and
It's haunting me like a bad dream.
Making it tough to sleep and,
When I'm wake when it's effecting me.
A form of fear that won't let go of me.
I wish I could run away,
But it catches up to me
And latches on with authority.
It makes me mad that no one understands me.
Imagine speaking to a deaf person,
Who doesn't know how to read?
Or walking blind with no one to lead.
I'd hate to find out what they really say,
With heads turned the opposite way.
Talking in code like reading hieroglyphics,
I need someone to rescue me from my insecurity.
I hate what stress is doing in me,
I'm in a dark place and it's killing me;
I hate what stress is doing in me.
Whether staring at my eye lids,
Or Eyes wide open in the dark;
It all looks the same,
The color pitch black is all around.
I'm trying to keep myself,
Together and in check.
Great at balancing many tasks,
Without really breaking a sweat.
At times it can become too much
Like overloading a circuit with too many plugs.
Overpowered and burned out,
I need someone to help me out.
The fear of being alone and stranded,
Has got me lost looking for answers.
The weight of fear is falling heavy now,
The colors of death are clear now;
Help me turn away from my path,
Before I go too far on this track.
Stop waiting for the world to love you, for it never owed you that,
Do you think you'll feel worthy if you win, accumulate, and prove enough?
That shame will vanish one morning, that the mirror will smile instead of frown?
Let me tell you something true: you're chasing ghosts with heavy chains on your ankles,
We're taught that achievement is the antidote to insecurity, that love is earned, and peace is a prize,
But that's the lie, the trap in which you tighten the noose yourself,
Fear doesn't come screaming; it whispers softly: "You can't rest yet,"
And it straps shame to your back like bricks in an endless flood,
You toil, you struggle, hoping that one day the burden will fall, but it never does,
Because that weight isn't your circumstances; it's your beliefs,
Love was never outside, peace was never a reward,
They were decisions you had the right to make, but fear convinced you otherwise,
You are not your trauma, you are not your failure, you are not the story fear wrote for you,
What do you do now? Choose love, even if everything around you screams not to,
Choose to speak gently to yourself in the dark, to forgive yourself,
Choose presence over perfection, connection over control,
You don't need another mountain to conquer, but to sit and look within,
To unlock the prison you built from your own shame,
Because no achievement, no applause, no love from others will mean anything,
If you don't know how to give it to yourself first,
The next move is yours; will you keep chasing peace, or will you become it?
I'm sick of all the jealous people, I need more in my life
Something more meaningful, something, with less strife
Everyone is always b.tching, having nothing better to do
For them, life is just a competition so shallow that is you
Fed up; of having, to pick myself up from your insecurity
I can no longer be a part in your lack of untruth impurity
As you thought, the grass was greener on the other side
You played every trick, but now caught out that you lied
Left me standing in a mine-field without a safe route out
As you stand on the side-walk, waiting for your hand out
What on earth are you waiting for, I am not coming back
I don’t hang about for those that who in integrity do lack
But I’m not jumping; just waiting for the right time to go
I'm not losing everything, just to give you the smug glow
Whilst wiping up the blood from that last run in from hell
But please, try to get over yourself, it is nothing personal