Category: Self Reflection

17/02/19 – Waking Up

Consistency is key.

Even on a day when life is tomato soup,

And I am a fork.

On a day when the comforts of an enticing bed are oh-so tempting,

And I am a warm cooked chicken in a wrap.

To throw off those blankets of shelter,

To clear the mind with a splash of cool water.

To live life and not waste away.

To live life,

And live another day.

Time Taken: 5 Minutes

15/02/19 – Parties Meet

Initial intent of a lack of comfort,

Transforming into a passion shared.

Igniting conversation,

Breaking presumed silence.

An unhealthy exploration,

As a foreign indulgence is sought out.

The loosening of self,

Giving way to an unexpected enhancement of an existing happiness.

Thankfulness,

Hope,

And the beauty of the stars,

Are all that remain.

Time Taken: 10 minutes

11/01/19 – Who Decides?

Growing up,

With my mother teaching me,

How to shave the hair off my face.

Growing up,

As a boy without a father.

Growing up,

Knowing death from a young age,

As he took what shouldn’t have been taken.

But,

Is that true?

Who decides,

Who lives to the age of a hundred,

Or only one?

It’s life.

It’s death.

Time Taken: 4 minutes

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08/01/19 – Good Times for Rhymes

I may be a bit late to the rhyme game,

But I feel it’s the right change.

There’s less sophistication,

But hey it’s a personal equation.

So I just make it work,

Guess it’s just a new quirk.

Add me to rhyme

and it equals sublime.

Might be too self-centered with the rhyming poems to be honest,

Need to remember to be modest,

To have some elegance instead of arrogance,

But no need to be hesitant,

However if the rhymes are basic I might just disappear into irrelevance.

So I need to keep it special,

Something that’s essential:

For me to keep it about self-expression.

Whether it’s depression,

Or how to deal with rejection,

Just need my own personal comprehension,

To have my self-reflection,

Recognize imperfection,

This connection,

A careful selection,

Every line a rhyme,

Just for satisfaction.

 

Currently in the process of getting back up to date with the daily poems, which is why this is not uploaded on the 8th.

Time Taken: 11 Minutes

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07/01/19 – A Conclusion

And then,

A conclusion was reached.

It took a realization,

And an unreasonable conversation,

For us to be impeached.

I look back at the times we’ve had;

At the good and the bad,

And it is a lazy rhyme but it would be a lie if I said it makes me sad.

Sure,

I may be dramatic,

But it seems for your stubbornness there is no cure,

And right now I am pragmatic.

Your enforcement of your pessimistic ideology,

Instead forced this eulogy.

 

The other two parts that essentially make up this trilogy of poems are “It’s Okay” and “This Overwhelming Part of You”. This is the last poem on the topic, and so also is the end of the trilogy.

Time Taken: 14 Minutes

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06/01/19 – Thoughts on a Poem

Pondering,

Thinking,

Writing,

Scribbling.

Will it be rhyming?

Or repetition?

Or even alliteration?

Or all of the above:

A man on a mission it’s a one man petition so I give myself permission to use some repetition,

I suppose that worked.

 

Edited because I forgot what the right word for Alliteration was.

Time Taken: 3 Minutes

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04/01/19 – Stream of Conscious Rhymes

I look and think about the thoughts in my head as I lie here in bed.

The feeling that I had for you,

Before I went through,

I feel like I shoulda been a little blue but that ain’t true.

But I thought about myself,

Since I did it for me,

To be free.

Just a small fry,

With my head in the sky

So I say bye bye;

Oh my,

What is going on here,

How do these feelings just disappear?

I don’t know why,

But I don’t mind,

Cause now it’s time

For feelings of a different kind,

And I’m no longer shy.

Got no mountain to climb.

Just pour my thoughts onto the page,

Not a lyrical mage.

But hey I got the time,

For once to make a poem rhyme.

Now I gotta go to sleep cuz in eight hours my alarm gonna beep.

Normally don’t rhyme much at all in my poems but figured it’d be fun to make a sort of “stream-of-conscious” poem that could also even be done as a rap.

Time Taken: 4 minutes

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03/01/19

This prevalent subject,

That persisted for longer than it did not.

For three conscious years,

Its presence,

Absent.

Then,

It all shattered to pieces.

With a cry of realization,

It broke into the mind of a boy,

Too young to know it was there.

The darkness brought a friend,

And the boy became afraid.

For now it was his own mind,

Endlessly deceiving him.

But then,

After a long and hard struggle.

He thought he won.

He thought he grew up.

But all he did,

Was push it down,

Deep inside.

It polluted his brain,

As he simply covered it up with a mask,

That he too soon believed was real.

Years pass.

A forced outlet of his creativity awakens the presence.

Though now it has learned,

To stay hidden away.

A talent found,

Fueled by the darkness residing in him.

The now slightly taller boy wondered,

As a seed of suspicion was planted in his own mind,

Was he,

Okay?

More time passes,

And once again he forgets.

In retrospect,

A frustrating battle,

Entirely one sided for so long.

When finally,

His mind had been stitched back together,

But it did not heal.

All that he did,

Was keep trapped what was inside.

It didn’t want to leave him,

It was comfortable.

It convinced the boy,

The only way out,

Was for the boy,

To find a way out of his own mind.

The boy refused.

He shut off,

What was inside.

The only thing,

That was left,

Was the darkness.

It festered inside him,

As he ruined the blessings granted.

And then,

Finally,

One day,

He realized.

And for the first time,

A paradox of emotion occurred as the darkness encountered fear.

The fear of nonexistence.

He opened his mind himself,

And a part of the darkness met its end.

As it was exposed to the light.

Day after day,

The boy chipped away.

The darkness began to give way,

As life continued to fill the boy.

Days,

Weeks,

Months pass.

Another life-changing challenge faces him.

But the man that was once a boy knew what to do.

Preparing the mind that was finally his,

It was like a breeze.

And now,

With the past being where it belongs,

A light is in his mind,

Shining brighter than it ever has.

 

I didn’t think this was going to be this long, and it is a mix of a poem and a short story I suppose. I am always happy to answer questions you may have about the poems I write, so please feel free to contact me if there is anything. Thank you for reading my blog, it means a lot!

Time Taken: 19 Minutes.

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