19/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I am surrounded by the pressure
To be more than I am
And sometimes I don’t know
How I’m supposed to deal with that
The pressure isn’t from anywhere else
But inside my own mind
And I argue with myself endlessly
About what I should be doing
I wish I had the confidence
To achieve what I tell myself I should
Maybe one day I will
But today is not that day
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self. Show all posts
Monday, May 31, 2021
Friday, May 21, 2021
Peculiar
07/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I’m peculiarly peculiar
A strange sort of soul
Wonderfully weird
And erratically eccentric
I’m up and down
And round about
Inside out
And back to front
I’m eager and willing
And avoid at all costs
Yes, no and maybe
All rolled into one
I’m sinner and saint
The good and the bad
The lover and hater
And entirely apathetic
I’m high and so low
Flat as a tack
Up and about
And down in the dumps
I’m full of confidence
Drowning in doubt
Creating and destroying
All in one breath
I’m your very best friend
Your absolute worst enemy
Your greatest fan
And ready to tear you down
I’m the ultimate human
Inexplicable alien
Familiar animal
And supernatural pixie
I’m the stories you read,
Late at night, under the covers
While you smile and cry
All by yourself
I’m the builder of my world
In all its curiousness,
Its absurdities abundant
And its style strange
I’m peculiarly peculiar
Atypical and abnormal
Odd, unconventional
And perfectly me
I’m peculiarly peculiar
A strange sort of soul
Wonderfully weird
And erratically eccentric
I’m up and down
And round about
Inside out
And back to front
I’m eager and willing
And avoid at all costs
Yes, no and maybe
All rolled into one
I’m sinner and saint
The good and the bad
The lover and hater
And entirely apathetic
I’m high and so low
Flat as a tack
Up and about
And down in the dumps
I’m full of confidence
Drowning in doubt
Creating and destroying
All in one breath
I’m your very best friend
Your absolute worst enemy
Your greatest fan
And ready to tear you down
I’m the ultimate human
Inexplicable alien
Familiar animal
And supernatural pixie
I’m the stories you read,
Late at night, under the covers
While you smile and cry
All by yourself
I’m the builder of my world
In all its curiousness,
Its absurdities abundant
And its style strange
I’m peculiarly peculiar
Atypical and abnormal
Odd, unconventional
And perfectly me
Labels:
Daily poetry,
peculiar,
personality,
Poetry,
self,
strange,
weird
Tuesday, February 2, 2021
Reliance
02/02/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I don’t like reliance.
The dawning dread
Of people placing their trust
Upon my wee, small head.
The expectation placed
At my feet
That I will live up to
The task at hand.
I don’t like reliance.
The need to include
Other people in my plans
Because I lack something.
I like to do things
My own way
In my own time
Without compromise.
I don’t like reliance.
But I accept it
And live with it
Because I have to.
I don’t like reliance.
The dawning dread
Of people placing their trust
Upon my wee, small head.
The expectation placed
At my feet
That I will live up to
The task at hand.
I don’t like reliance.
The need to include
Other people in my plans
Because I lack something.
I like to do things
My own way
In my own time
Without compromise.
I don’t like reliance.
But I accept it
And live with it
Because I have to.
Labels:
acceptance,
Daily poetry,
expectation,
Poetry,
reliance,
self,
trust
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Better
29/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I am better today than I was yesterday
But not as good as I can be tomorrow.
I am better than all my past endeavours
But not as good as my future triumphs.
I am better than the sorrows I have felt
But not as good as the joys I will feel.
I am better than I could ever hope
But not as good as where I see myself.
I am better now than ever before
But not as good as I ever will be.
I am better today than I was yesterday
But not as good as I can be tomorrow.
I am better than all my past endeavours
But not as good as my future triumphs.
I am better than the sorrows I have felt
But not as good as the joys I will feel.
I am better than I could ever hope
But not as good as where I see myself.
I am better now than ever before
But not as good as I ever will be.
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Waking Up
28/04/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
What is this fog that has lifted from my eyes?
I have woken, and seen reality.
All my fears that I have carried with me
Are stretched out before me.
None slain by the harsh light of day.
Every wound only in my side.
The echoes of a thousand pages unread
Filling my ears with silence.
A condemnation by my own vanity
That I should be loved.
What fate worse than death is now here?
It is my friend, obscurity.
Swallowed by the void of human insecurity
Played out as bravado.
Connections lie tenuously across space and time
Waiting to be ripped apart.
It may be the most innocuous of comments,
Taken out of context.
Perhaps a joke played out too many times,
Its novelty worn thin.
A genuine offer rejected without thought
For a better, fleeting one.
A call for help unheard or ignored outright
Because it’s too much trouble.
Trust has been forsaken in this world.
Never to be rebuilt.
There lies a chasm between the façade
And what lies within.
The idea that these words carry weight
Breaks the heart in two.
Bring back that all-encompassing haze
Where I can hide.
Let me secrete myself somewhere safe
Beyond the terrible truth.
What worth there may be residing in me
Is a shallow pool, indeed.
Never topped up, it drains ever more,
Leaving but an empty shell.
Labels:
Daily poetry,
empty shell,
insecurity,
Iso Poetry,
Poetry,
reality,
self,
vanity,
Waking Up,
worth
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