Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Self

  • Hell Is Oneself

    Hell Is Oneself

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    rak
    in

    Hell Is Alone that howling silence it is the sound of oneself of being alone Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com

  • The Accident Of Self

    The Accident Of Self

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    rak
    in

    We Are What We Are a broken mirror nothing worthwhile is revealed nothing to see here Photo by reni on Pexels.com

  • Looking At You

    Looking At You

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    rak
    in

    Looking At Me that thousand yard stare eyes that have seen far too much there in the mirror Photo by Download a pic Donate a buck! ^ on Pexels.com

  • The Dark Mirror

    The Dark Mirror

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    rak
    in

    Reflections On My Faults today after a long hard look at myself in the dark mirror of introspection it is surprising and somewhat painful to realise after several decades of living (sic) that I am selfish stubborn lazy and unlovable that I have no class no style no taste and no common sense that my…

  • Alone In Autumn

    Alone In Autumn

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    rak
    in

    All By Myself coldness in the air the sound of distant traffic autumn solitude Photo by Tobi on Pexels.com

  • We Are Who We Are

    We Are Who We Are

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    rak
    in

    Whoever We Are we are our own selves we can be no more or less we are who we are Photo by Evelyn Chong on Pexels.com

  • The Sound Of Zen

    The Sound Of Zen

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    by

    rak
    in

    Listening To Yourself the sound of a bell its ring hanging in the air hearing nothing else Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com

  • A Closed Heart

    A Closed Heart

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    rak
    in

    Not Open To Persuasion I am a closed man I cannot open my heart someone might touch it Photo by Sindre Fs on Pexels.com

  • The Wounds Of Time

    The Wounds Of Time

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    rak
    in

    They Must Not Heal these scars and creases the wounds of your time on earth they are what make you Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com

  • A Rare Bird

    A Rare Bird

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    by

    rak
    in

    Rare And Stupid a garden bird-bath there, floating in the water a grey-haired booby Booby

  • In My Place

    In My Place

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    rak
    in

    Such As It Is through this small window I see my place in this world and I close my eyes Photo by Wellington Silva on Pexels.com

  • A Little Bit Evil

    A Little Bit Evil

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    rak
    in

    A Little Bit Me like a stick of rock there is a streak of evil running right through me

  • Window Pain

    Window Pain

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    by

    rak
    in

    A Reflection that reflecting pane that ugly old man I see that cannot be me Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com

  • This Old Art Of Mine

    This Old Art Of Mine

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    by

    rak
    in

    Leaves Me Incomplete painting a picture as good as I can make it never good enough

  • I Need Nothing

    I Need Nothing

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    by

    rak
    in

    I Have It All I have nothing now just my health and my freedom I need nothing more Photo by Zachary Gudakov on Pexels

  • In The Box Room

    In The Box Room

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    rak
    in

    I Cry Sanctuary this little box of a room eight feet high and wide and long is just big enough to lose myself inside these walls contain boundless thoughts hold nothing back are insubstantial existential only when I think of them in the darkness I am anywhere in the lamplight I am still there wherever…

  • Reflections On Ghosting

    Reflections On Ghosting

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    rak
    in

    A Shadow Of Myself in the shop window an old man looks back at me the ghosting begins Photo by Life Of Pix on Pexels.com

  • A Moment To Myself

    A Moment To Myself

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    rak
    in

    Eyes Wide Shut kitchen clock ticking freezer humming to itself all else is silent Photo by Max Vakhtbovych on Pexels.com

  • A Walk Around My Way

    A Walk Around My Way

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    rak
    in

    All By Myself walking in winter southern wind blowing too warm I am quite alone What Is Hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it  Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from  And nothing to escape to. One is always alone. TS Eliot, The Cocktail Party

  • All You Really Need

    All You Really Need

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    by

    rak
    in

    A Simple List this is all you need bread and wine and home and warmth and to love your life Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

  • The Me Of Me

    The Me Of Me

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    by

    rak
    in

    Myself And I there is a garden in a northen shire where I can sit and watch the nibble-nosed hares and the clouds and trees and birds and yes the bees – where I can listen to the shush of tree winds and the bark of pheasants and the leaky tricklebank stream – where I…

  • Alone In A Room

    Alone In A Room

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    rak
    in

    Hell Is Oneself night breeze brushes skin voices somewhere speak softly here is a dark place Photo by JESSICA TICOZZELLI on Pexels.com

  • Alone With The World

    Alone With The World

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    by

    rak
    in

    High On Earth in the high places far distant from love or hate the world is with you Mam Tor

  • You Could Do Better

    You Could Do Better

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    rak
    in

    You Could Be Better looking at yourself not liking what you see think what you could be Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

  • Nobody Knows You Like You Do

    Nobody Knows You Like You Do

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    by

    rak
    in

    I Care For Myself Alone spring snow is falling alone in a quiet house mindful of myself The Five Rules for Self-Care