Childhood Self Poems

i’m here, nor there, sometimes everywhere
a storm brewing

inside i’m darker
i’ve sailed these seas before

repetition becomes habit 
take me back to simpler times

an early childhood memory
just...

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Quote: A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. By John Burroughs


Life has many ups...

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My self esteem never peaked
Mental abuse always leaked
From your foul and mean mouth
All my dignity just flew south
And never came back again
Your so proud that...

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No matter what I do
I am the same
I am the same little girl 
all those years ago

No matter what I do
the world is still as...

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I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf....

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When I first learned how to read and write,
I wrote the very first poem, that as an infant, I'd often recite.
The following is the original...

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lover of moon
lover of stars
lover of mirrorballs 
lover of early autumn mushrooms
lover of bitter first frost
lover of sequins
lover of full moons
lover of folk
and true to...

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Immortal lines of loss, immortal lines of tears,
I've lived in solitude these long dark, dreary years;
in childhood and in youth, I've been baptized by hell;
and...

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Self destructive wickedness arrested, convicted, and gaoled...

with kidnapping little boy 
ordered to suffer
life sentence without parole.

The deadly scourge of  
one obsessive/compulsive disorder
nearly left me...

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On the shore of the river,
we used to bathe,
in the streams flowing to that river,
we used to play,
with no worries,
with no sorrows,
following the water running...

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I'm a sad flower
A beautiful mess
A flawed human I guess
But I'm doing my best
To not ruin your expectations
First it was Elepe and fun
Then GAA and...

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I have a little secret.
A secret to tell none.
Maybe I’ll tell something,
Maybe to someone.

I may just tell them one thing,
And then another clue.
Or maybe I’ll...

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Is the soul a complex place,                                      ...

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Like an shiny apple's rind, 
my outer body all can see.  
Like an apple's fruit,  
I hold many secrets.  
Seeds and beliefs...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting...

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