Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.
Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain
Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins
The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip
Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self
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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.
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Beautifully written!!!
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Beautifully written ☺☺
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Thank you 😊
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You’re most welcome ☺☺
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Thanks a lot, Era.
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quite deep.. my fav line – I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves….happy blogging ✨😇
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Thank you very much 🙏😊
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Nice one! There is something about the rhythm of this that I really like but not sure what. . . It has a certain structure to it
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Thank you dear. I love reading your comments…interesting…”certain structure”….does it reminds you of something?
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No, except maybe a rap. I try to improve my rhythm sometimes and it’s a lot of work. Unless you do.in naturally.
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That’s kind of you, dear Jay Bleu….your poems are amazing n deep….you must know
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Thanks Navin B-) I really appreciate it
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😊
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Oh wow!! So beautiful!!
Especially loved these lines-
“Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins”
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Oh thank you very much for your lovely comment, dear Ishita. I’m glad you liked my poem ✨😊
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Self awareness so well written. For me the closing line, “It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self” speaks volumes. 🙏🏼💙🦋
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That’s the essence of this poem, Blue ✨💙🙏
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Thoughts poured with emotions… Lovely work
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Thanks Piyush….your words mean a lot to me
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This is penned so well…🌸
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Thank you very much, Akshita ✨
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Wonderfully expressed….
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Thanks Piyush….
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