Tag: Self
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Some People
Some People Some people. Sometimes, Just sometimes, They get to you, Some people. They have a bad attitude, A wrong way of being, A way that winds you up, And some of them know it. Why are they like that? What does someone get From making someone else Unhappy angry mad? They just suck the…
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To See Yourself
As Others See You It is really difficult to see yourself, To really see yourself. All the good stuff, All the bad bits, All the degrees between. To see yourself As others see you: Friends and family, Enemies, strangers, Other eyes. You have to put yourself In their place, See what you do Through their…
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The Gloriously Mundane
The Gloriously Mundane Not everything in life has urgency. It isn’t all about now now now. Not everything is important. The daily crisis just isn’t. There is no big red button tempting us, scaring us. Most of us don’t have that burden. Very few of us would want it. No. There’s just us and where…
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In My Head
In My Head In my head is where I live, an open minded space, where every little thought of mine tends me to fascinate, How big is now? What’s after death? And can I bake a cake? It makes me laugh to see the way some people need another. I need myself, that’s all I…
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I am Unpainted
Picture Me I am unpainted, picture me And colour me with funny Outline me as happy please Expose me as sunny Etch for me my steely heart Fill me in and sketch my foibles Draw me and my cares apart Brush me in essential oils Make me bright, not grey Set me in a crimson…
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I Am A Man
In many ways I am a man Made up by many others: By father, brother, Sister, mother, Grandparents and cousins. I am a man, Like any man, Who’s formed by other people. By friends and foes, And those that know My many lovely evils. I made it work, I played at work, And then I…
Writing Me Up 