Self Involved Poems | Examples

All Love

We started to grow apart long before the current rift
It wasn't personal, but necessary if you read & get the gist
We were closer than a pair of lips long before I met betrayal's kiss
I took it personal & then forgave, I just could no longer take the risk

Like peas in a pod, we grew together & nothing can change that kind of love
Change is good despite appearances not seen by the naked eye
I flew the coup so I could soar & get a view from high above
I'm not better just more evolved, viewing the world through different eyes

I'll admit I'm self-involved, obsessed with being a better me
Our paths are different, so we had to split as we follow 2 different nodes
I planted seeds that needed to grow in order to see the forest for the trees
In spirit we're still together even though we arrived at forks in the roads

It was for the best & I hope you can see I carry no animosity with me
I just took a leap & developed wings, but I needed to jump for me 2 see

Self Involved Warp of Coziness

each artist is working in their own world
they share a studio, but none are aware of others
they are in a self-involved warp of coziness
one with their canvas, paints calling to them
each one in a bubble of self-indulgence,
distracted by nothing, comfortable in their cocoon of art

Insights

INSIGHTS
recalled
 words
  hollowing
out a memory
 in a   trompe l’œil
of
a
disparate
 miscellany
held
aloft&
framed
in view

a living
collage
ongoing
carefree
 &
literally
 done,

looking out
from
a study in
irreverence
 re-imagined
&
half-present
self-involved
serious
purposed

in

a
visual game
so smooth

a
grand thesis
of
intrigue
  or statement
of
 continuous
imagination

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.

The Truth I Rarely Tell

The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world.
I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested.
I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares.
I am doing it correctly, for waitresses sit down and tell me their story.

I scoot over for waiters, hairdressers and bartenders too.
A few well placed “hms”,  “wows” and “oh, mys" make me fast friends.
Most are self-involved, care not if they learn anything about me.
They want my deeply empathetic hazel eyes to pull out their truths.

I am an actress, playing a role, giving them what they need.
Wondering why they are too selfish to ask me anything about me.

I am the world’s most notorious imposter of a listener.
Many times I am on autopilot, not hearing a word they say.
Sadly, they hug me goodbye and tell me how much it means to them.

Spot a Narcissist

Narcissist is a word you learn
discover these people at every turn 
Self involved and lacking concern 
you’re the bridge they are the burn 

Think themselves more important 
skills they have dead or dormant 
Talk of things they can but can’t 
Appearing adult but are an infant

Will blame and never admit wrong 
again and again this will go on 
think the top's where they belong 
as though so great as though so strong 

They lack wise and they lack wisdom
but they think they have the most 
they tell lies with dumb actions
Intelligence present as though a ghost 

They play sly games of the mentally ill 
behind the backs they slay away 
they truly believe that slander’s skill 
unkind crap they yap all day 

In short they are bitter, 
weak and without honour 
caught thinking they’re fitter 
better and stronger 

Parents are the ones to blame 
It’s discipline not the growth of brain
need to realise they're not the be all 
sit, tell harsh truth so they see more

Not Now I Am Too Busy

The world is what we make it, so let’s make it grand and gold, and glorious.
The universe smiles upon those who send it love, so let’s do that.
My own sweet soul is whispering stuff, but do I listen?
Not now, I say. I am busy.
 
Too busy to listen to my own soul?
Too busy to help the world become its best self?
Too busy to stand up and cheer loudly for what is right? Even if there are only two of us?
Too busy to listen to my own children?
 
The universe is loving me, and do I even feel it?
Or am I so self-involved that I do not even feel myself?
Your heart is here for a reason, to guide you.
To let you know when something is wrong.
 
Something that needs changed.
Something that is taking away from your soul-dream.
Something that is hurting the universe, or the world or you.
Where are the listeners?
 
I need one.

What Struck Me Was Your Urbanity

What struck me was your urbanity… which I now see as social profanity.

Our first meeting you filled the room with intellectual vitality
You carried on about substance and morality 
You had such a distinct alluring mentality
and you dressed yourself in a triumphant formality

I honestly thought you were the heart of shining humanity
which has made my recent clutch on reality
a crushing blow of brutality

 …you are really just ..Self-involved Inanity!

Your charisma is in fact mundanity
You words now spew like vile volcanity

You are a warped melon ball..... of insanity!
and if I did not so fear the worst of worst karmic calamity

I would gladly help you meet…a sudden and quite comical 
fatality

(written for Silent One contest 1/23/2017)

Self-Resolved

Sometimes... perhaps other time
I am here and everywhere
To mean I am here but you cannot find
The one me in moments unlikely to bear

Someone called it self-involved
Yet... I'm pretty much everywhere else
Can I call it self-resolved?
Simply... no one and I truly knew and tells

I cannot place myself in reality
And I like the idea of being alone
Have I spotted the devil in holy humanity?
Or perhaps god who simply won't

Further and further I drifted from here
Closer and closer, I am what I am
Further or closer, I am no where near
I have life but what I can...?

Me... going yet nowhere
Perhaps sometime... another time
The one me in moments unlikely to bear
That someone... in moment's time to never find

Deaf Poet

Do not bother me
Can you not see?
I am self involved
The proverbial deaf poet
And don't you know it
Dare you ignore me
I shall shout till you see
Silly, insecure me
Thank the lord 
Your  not me

A World So Different

I see a world out there that can be so brilliant.
But this world frightens me...its changing so fast.
A world of violence and hatred...against each other.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.

Here we're so self-involved...no patience for anything.
Where we look at the needy...then turn our backs.
A world where people are tossed away....become homeless.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.

A world where we kill one another...terrorism is normal.
Where no one is trusted...not even ourselves.
Where jobs and economy...create more homeless.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.

A world of fear...of its self...its neighbors and friends.
It turns its back on people like me...who live in fear.
Families struggle everyday...just to survive.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.

A world of hard workers...that go unappreciated. 
Where money and status...represent how much you're worth.
Where the future looks a little darker...as time goes on.
This isn't like where I came from...a world so different.

8-27-2011
***For Nikko Palmario's contest, 'Gut Me'.***

Barricades

In the daily scheme of days
Where fit and bold survive
Solitude is one’s chief intent
In our plan to stay alive

People often find themselves
Apart and separated
Aloof and almost all alone
Their link with life negated

They are in a neutral place
But when there’s storm or strife
They get behind a barricade
And live an empty life

Keeping their lonely heart intact
Their fingers pure and clean
Never getting self-involved
With subjects crass or mean

For life to have more meaning
Kindness is the mission
Reach beyond yourself and heed
Someone’s sad petition

Friendship blocks the solitude
With all its hues and shades
Mix your life with others
Remove those barricades.

State of Mind

How I do spiral to the depths of devastation,
self involved and opposed.
Coiled up as a serpent eager to shed
what was once a smile behind closed doors.
On the other side I lie vulnerable…
Desperate to impress,
caress what rises with the sun.
I realize each day is not the same…
minds over matter, matters over heart
and heart over unnatural hope,
hope for which sees time standing still.
Am I brave in what I say
or are my words just a puzzle to others?
How diverse is a mind that it knows only itself?
I stop to take a drag of my cigarette
as I look at the night sky,
trying to imagine each mind being their own…
perhaps we all do really live alone.
Upstairs I hear the knocking,
shocking thoughts, opinions verse ideas
creating myself each day I open my eyes
yet wondering who I am amongst what I create.
I sit alone…
cursed with the state of my own mind,
yet infatuated with the idea of being creative.
Am I free to be inspired
or am I bound by that I aspire to be?
I wrap my arms around myself
believing my own love is possible.
Amongst “perfection”
I find comfort in all the obscurity…
Simple or obscene…it’s just a thought,
forever my state of mind.

Self Involved

Yeah you are so unique,
Walking down the street oblivious of you conceited stench, 
Different you say, irreproducible, pish posh, 
You walk with self entitlement,
 Loathing the people on the street begging for change,
Cynical of there intentions, 
 Expecting them to have a vulpine scheme to overthrow your thrown,
But do they not bleed, or cry? Animals you say? Where are there cages? 
You would rather them have nothing,
 So you can admire yourself with your accomplishments, but what really is accomplished? 
Nothing for you are unhappy you and live off the sorrow of others, 
Unique you say? I see kinds like you every day.

Villain

I see you hurt
And there's nothing I can do
Oblivious and self involved
Yet aware of the pain i'm causing you
 
Because I am the villain
Because I am the bad guy
So wrapped up in my own agenda
Knowing i'm the one who makes you cry
 
I'm standing here numb and guarded
Preparing to walk away
While you lay there cold and wounded
Begging me to stay
 
And because i'm the murderer
I've killed your heart
I've left you the victim
Wondering if you will ever restart
 
Deep inside I feel regret
For hurting you so
But never will I look back
Always forward I will go
 
For I am your villain
I have ruined your hope
I choose to leave you empty
But secretly I pray you can cope
 
I must pursue my life
Villains have needs too
Even though I may be bad
I still deserve something true.
 

03-14-08

Black Scarlet (Love In the 2nd Degree)

are we crazy or just contrived 
lazy or simply self-involved? 
are we insignificant, significant 
or just like everyone else 
deranged on the outside 
swimming through dead oceans in our heads 

am i death or am i over-simplified 
is my breath as thick as the painted eye lashes 
that stick to your eyes? 
are you in love with your anemia 
or anemic to love 
breathing came so easy 
now you're lucky to get one 
mouthful 

forever in ruins or ruined to become 
pinned to pages or pinned under thumb 
like the bleeding nape of a baby 
thorough true to yourself 
under circumstance we are death-like 
only because we know we can 

the heart 
like a thick abscess of black mucus 
pumping sweet death to all who may ask 
now clogged with regret 
regret for the living 
regret for the loving 
love of anemia 
anemia of love

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