Own Poems - Poems about Own

Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty tears the seams of my being like lightning splitting the sky, when my heart becomes a battlefield, and doubts are invisible soldiers marching against the truth you have always carried like an unwavering light. Choose me, even when I break under the weight of self-doubt, when my soul is a sculpture...

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Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated Carriage, cut into with refracted shards. Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards. I tread...

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The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin, Home seems like a distant illusion, reality—a thin veil ready to tear, I beg for other shells to cover my body, to hide my vulnerability, Loose clothes, shining chains, quiet shoes—all to divert attention. I try to hide the pain, to blur the days...

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I blame it on life, But really it's all on me. You wouldn't believe the fu*cking mess I've made....

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There is something developing INSIDE me. There is something EXPANDING to clear note, but it comes on it's OWN pace. Defying the FREQUENCY of the brain. Am just a mere FASHION DESIGNER. Telling my STORIES in forms of THOUGHTS and words like STORIES OF MEN....

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GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE YOLANDA NICHOLSEN TOOK HER OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TWO ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BOTH WORKING WITH AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 HER ABUSE ESCALATED AS SHE ENDURED A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING...

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No one can save you, except your own soul hidden in the depths, you will be thrown again and again into storms that seem insurmountable, they will try to catch you in their web of shadows and masks, to extinguish your light, to make you give up, to die slowly in silence, but your soul, only it can save...

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Whatever you do, be happy Life is short. Live freely To much to care for the world Feel free to excite simply Make friends for your advantage Enjoy such imaginary world Dress what's best for you Acquaint what's match for you Eat food what's good for you Everyone has its own Chefzone....

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What have I created? I look in the eyes of the devils kin everyday, yet it has not fazed me until that day. This man, who claims to love and care for me, Has brought me to tears more than I can count But you see, I’ve made him this way he claims. I am ungrateful. I am selfish. I am rude. I am a dishonorable...

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Ruins of the thirst for destiny, we consume ourselves in our own desire to be, Our weakness, the key to the historical future, has reduced us to nothingness, Yet it also saved us, gifting us the taste of collapse, sweet and dizzying, We yearn for an event that surpasses all events, A fear that transcends all fears, embracing us...

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At different ages Happiness has different taste Be happy ...

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The Journey of Unity In the tapestry of life, we wander, Threads of hope unraveling yonder. "I am because you are," a truth so profound, Yet in our pursuits, it's lost, never found. Chasing tomorrow, a mirage in our sight, While the present whispers, "You're missing the light." We gather...

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they show up at 2:37 a.m. not with pitchforks, but with your mother’s voice, your boss’s smirk, the girl who left in '89. they don’t knock. they seep in through the cracks— in the plaster, in the bottle, in your goddamn spine. they light cigarettes with your regrets, spit beer on your dreams, laugh like old men in a losing bar. you feed them every time you say yes when you...

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The Moon loves in lilac, sees in maroon, swathed in gossamer and thyme of galaxies, basking in the periwinkle pages of my bejeweled mind, as the night unravels a story written in powdered vermilion, of sun-dried moments and bleached butterflies, emanating wolfsbane and wisteria woes of a maternal soul that sings for solace, wishing sighs within clouds carrying cotton candy lies would see through these eyes, and feel...

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“Just like each star is unique yet makes the universe what it is, the light in you makes you who you are.” Mary Gormandy White ************************************************************** ...

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