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I have broken myself down into my most basic parts. That which makes me up, that which tears me down. Solid and headstrong, for only I, know what's right. Prone to such weakness and indulgence even so,   For I want more than to survive.   To one end of nature, or the other end of nurture, And back again. The middle ground is a filament invisible, A tenuous thread that holds me together. That I can neither see, nor feel, n...

Soul Unique

Soul unique and beautifully perfect

Everything society finds to be rational,is simply a revelation,or an interpretation of another's expressions,or beliefs. To be true to one's self,one has to look deep inside.Not hide real feelings and our way of life.By accepting the interpretations of others,as truth for anyone but the interpreter. We each know what is correct for us.We each feel in different ways.What is spot on for another,is not necessarily true for e...

I was so young when I had those thoughts "I'm ugly." I looked at the stretch marks and the acne, and I wouldn't pick out one thing that I likedI saw my thighs and envied the girls with thigh gaps I saw my lips and wanted them to be fuller My hips were too wide My hands were too smallMy eyes weren't a pretty color I hated my noseMy face was way too red And I couldn't stand the way that I laughed One day I was looking in th...

Passing of Seasons

I had some dreams and some came true.

A tapestry of color nature weaves,Changing greens to red and gold,Across high hills and valleys low.Heated days now a memory leaves,Spring's new life no longer bold.Gone are warm winds that blow.Summer's green packed in sheaves.Tucked away for the coming cold.Color soon traded for Winter's snow.My mind foggy as it perceives,I'm in the autumn of life's hold.Most times I'm left eating crow.Seasons pass quicker oh I grieves;...

Am I not a man? Am I not allowed my imperfections? My simple needs. My voracious wants. Shall I camouflage my desires Behind closed doors? Do I set boundaries Only to violate them? Am I not given to trumpet my victories And disguise my failures? Do I not tout the greatness of me While minimizing others? Why should I not be me? Is my countenance so wickedly unsuitable That I must hide in your pantry Amongst the other boxes...

You have you

You don't need anyone to fix you, you can do it yourself.

Was I never enough?   I know I have given my all I have loved you more than I could ever love myself I have given you all there is to me But still, you have left me Alone, broken and irreparable   It’s incomprehensible, You’ve loved someone, but they don’t love you as much, Or would they even love you at all? It’s even unfair, But has life never been one?   People love and they get their hearts broken, People stay out of...

Hold The Moon In Your Palm

Remember, a smile is the prettiest thing you can wear.

Hold the moon in your palm.Remind yourself who you really are.See darkness in the sunshine.See brightness in the dark.Swim in life's oceans, breathe in the wild breeze.Give without expectation, venture out into the world.Be brave, set out after what you want and need.Hunger for adventure, thirst for knowledge.Be adventuresome, take a chance.Inhale deeply, exhale, let go, know what it is to be free.Adventure may hurt a bit...

You're a chameleon changing your spots Saying the words, you think should be heardPleasing every one and no one, your heart rots That's fine, of course, whatever, how absurd Taking on hues and tones of those around you Blending, never calling attention your way Losing yourself or never knowing who Nothing changed until that autumn colored day Who are you? Whomever you want, I can be her, and I do Responding, not now, no o...

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This is your life, let go of strife Choose to be you, focus your view Leave yourself open, be your own beacon Embrace your light, and you'll be bright Follow your heart, make your life art Never fear a 'no,' create your own flow Chase your moments, walk with giants Take the next risk, life is too brisk Be your miracle, embrace what’s blissful Believe in love, and rise above Leave fear behind, love you will find

Happiness is many things To some it is diamond rings Money and named brand Lots of material things Happiness is so very much more It is the break of a day in the morn Nothing warms the heart like Listening to a new born baby cry To hold a child next to you To feel their trust To watch the stars at night To see the man in the moon watching over youTo watch animals at a park To sit and hold a loved one near To look into one...

Permission

Survival is about giving yourself permission.

When I give, It's completely. My gifts never come with strings. I’m not one who keeps a ledger. When I give, I seek nothing in return. I give because,I’m me. I give because,I know what it’s like to be without. To cherish,But be ignored. To speak,But not be heard. To care, But not feel cared for in return. When I give, It’s because,I understand. It’s because, I know the value of love. A wounded heart, Won't stop me from gi...

Take Care

He doesn't understand why she gets lost in her head

“Gilli, what did you do?” “I'm fine, really.” “No, sweetheart, you aren't. I can see it in your eyes. Let me see.” He gently takes her hand and cradles it in his. He hisses in empathetic pain. “Okay, not nothing, love." He gently wraps her burnt hand in a cool, wet tea towel and leads her to the kitchen table. “Sit, Gilli, I’ll be back in a minute with the first aid kit.” She sits, perfectly malleable, for the moment. Not...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sing silence a song of a void in the nightWhere the stars sink in oilAnd vain they scream outAs the phantasms suck all theirBright shine awayAnd the glow of the moonSpins away to the deep of theAching abyssThat is this torturedSoul.Cut my wrists,Slit my throat,Spill my blood on the earth;Burst my heart in the gripOf the demons w...

dancing girl

be your true self...always.

... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings  would not be considered  appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in her innocence. oh please, god, let her keep that heart. let her dance  always to all songs in deep joy. let her always know  her dance is beautiful. she is beautiful.

Let's Fight

Looking into myself

 As I stand here I think to myself,"Let's fight," looking into your eyesI want to scream, "You can't take everything!"But I think to myself, This won't helpAnd as I sit down,All my fight disappearsI look at you as I start to cry,As you walk awayI let you go,And I look deep insideI'm not afraid of youI stand my ground as you tear me downPiece by piece I build myself up,Standing toe to toeMeeting your eyes,I begin to smileY...