What am I without myself?
I have been discarded
Like trash into a bin
But I cannot rest
For I wonder, what am I without myself?
What makes me, me?
If not the faint and distant thoughts
The caged and free
The parts of me that can't be seen
If I let go of myself
There stands an empty shell
Devoid of all emotion and desire
A shell devoid of myself
Because what am I without myself?
What am I without memories?
Nothing...
What am I emotion?
Nothing...
What am I without the pain?
Nothing...
What am I without myself?
Not only nithing
Just a body with no one inside
Without myself I am a shell
A house with no people
A library with no books
A church without a steeple.
Without myself-
I am the little something
Within the lack of everything
there once was a woman named Mimi
she never would wear a bikini
when she was asked why
she didn’t blink an eye
said, “I’ve eaten too much linguine!”
Feeling like you're not enough,
Your looks or body, it's really tough.
Self conscious and to self aware,
Seeing others beauty, it's almost unfair.
And when your told you're not as you see,
You shrug it off, and just disagree.
You feel like your to short or too tall,
Your facial features, you hate them all.
Stiffing your face or never eating,
Because, with others, you think you're competing.
Accepting you're beautiful is hard to do,
Thinking that they have no clue.
When you hide it and tell no one,
Overcoming it may be too hard to be done.
Accept what is and what is not,
And let's be honest. You're actually HOT.
As she'd left
He'd taken her name for all the reasons and blames
In every corners of the city, to all the men
As much as
He'd no courage left
To walk on the memory lane
And look into her eyes.
express the personal-
inhabited in humanity
bitterly cold
anxious
peering into the gloom
staring motionless
I remember imagine
many
thoughts
race through the mind
agitated
intrigued
alienated isolated
nothing becomes known
as
bizarre conversations stun
I become curious
intensely so
then
dismissive
of the oblique way
ahead
then
reluctantly go
She is uncomfortable
Thinking they are all staring at her
She can barely look up
They are twelve and thirteen
Most not noticing her at all
Too concerned about their own flaws
One thinks they are staring at his zit
Another is sure they are staring at her frizzy perm
Most self conscious age of all
Middle school dance
Critical beyond belief
Misunderstanding the beauty of this age
Look into my eyes
See the humanity inside
See where beauty resides
See them blue, green or brown
See them smile or frown
Look into my eyes
In my eyes the lies can’t hide
The tears glitter before they slide
My eyes narrowed to recognize
My eyes widen when terrified
Look into my eyes
Even though I lost my sight
My eyes show the imagination in my mind
I might be staring into nothingness
But my eyes see a million images
Look into my eyes
See your reflection on the pupil
See yourself from my point of view
See me blink away your doubts
See me beam a gaze of trust
Look into my eyes
They will shrunken your world view
Give you a human mirror image
They will beam an immediate truth
An intimate feedback about you
Loosing the will to live,
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.
Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,
Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay.
So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand,
But now must cheat to play?
If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.
When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
shy teenager
coaxed to try on lipstick~
cracks a smile
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Submitted on May 31, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 5, MAY 2019 SENRYU sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
Can you see
Odd epiphany;
What's to be
Self-conscious story.
Just like me
Strange melancholy;
Chemistry
Beyond sanity.
Odd words free
Mad controversy;
History
In lost odyssey.
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2019
Singapore
An Inupiat "slow-grower"
Believed he could sink no lower
When an icicle rose
On the tip of his nose
He won "Number 1 Snow Blower"
* * * *
A cold polar bear did stutter
And folk thought he was a nutter
But God loved him a bunch
And dropped off his lunch
With buckets of peanut butter.
Caring about one's own feelings, it should not be recognized as selfish, it should be accepted as instinct and self-love
Life from exceptional will
Forever flowing freely
True compassion is fear for
The unknown
Yet,
The mere apparition
Of an innermost being
Complicates'
It's very exist Nance
Yet, in conflict
With death, ye shall
Never die
Fore death is only the begining
So what is a prisoner
If so, a prisoner of mind
Less he be sentenced
Set by another
The prisoner of fate
So haunted and unsure
Whether a matter of conviction
Or-
By virtue of having just
Been convicted
Torn between love and the obvious
GF
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