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"I Am"

_Me_
_Me_
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Poetry Contest

Poets, this is not an introduction; tell me what you are.
Some ground rules:

1. The winner will be chosen by vote (thank you admins).

2. You may only submit three of your works.

3. These works may be from any era (old or new).

4. Although allowed, the best work shall not be about what one (you the entrant) likes to do, enjoys doing, makes happy, etc. (Refer to the example)

5. No audio/video (poetry should be read aloud anyway)!

6. Have fun, and let it out.

My example will be the first submission.

LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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I Am

The mirror is a double-edged blade  
It can either puncture my heart or fight off negativity
As I stare into my eyes of warm chocolate shade
I vainly ponder upon my identity.
 
Society tells me that I can be whomever I want
Yet when I try to express myself, Iím told that Iím doing it wrong
I stand up for what I believe in, yet their reaction is to taunt
Iím of a certain ethnicity; I donít know any better, so I should just move along.
 
I remain silent, yet inwardly Iím losing my mind  
Stop telling me what to do and what to think!
I may be inexperienced, but Iím not blind
People need to just relax and have a drink.
 
I am my own person
I am a human being with rights
Your violence and wrongly claimed accusations are only a burden
Stop spreading lies that everything bad is because of the whites.
 
Weíre all human beings
Doesnít matter the skin color or religion
Our bloodís all the same when we bleed
When we die for a war which cause was pure fiction.
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LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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Tough Bitch

Iím off on a pilgrimage to explore the world
To get a better picture of my image and see Iím more than just a girl
You may see me struggle, but you will never see me quit.
I can handle what life throws at me; Iím a tough bitch.

My soft exterior is protected by my thick hide
I often let crude comments just slide
Cruel words are spoken, but I donít give a shit
After all, Iím a tough bitch.

People either love me or hate me
My presence is noticeable, while others fly away with the breeze
Their nagging bothers me as much as a mosquito bite itch
Iíll give them a reason to hate me; Iím a tough bitch.

Iím looking out at infinity
Thereís an abundance of possibilities
I rise from the depths of the abyss
Careful now, donít piss off the tough bitch.

If you piss me off enough, Iíll react
And challenge your stupidity with cold-hard facts
You act as if youíre better than me, but the truth is
Iím too much for you too handle; Iím a tough bitch.
Written by LunasChild8
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LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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Dear Me

Little crab, do you know how far you'll go?
I didn't either when I was your age
It was a big step for me to go into the unknown
But it was better than being trapped in a cage.

I know exactly how you felt when you looked out across the sea
You wondered if you would ever make it to the other side
I'm not quite there, but I'm a lot closer than it seems
Be prepared because it'll be one hell of a ride.

I'm sorry to say that you'll be disappointed and betrayed
There will be times where you'll wonder if you made the right choice
Take it from me, don't bottle up the pain
Trust in yourself and in the power of your voice.

Despite the bumps on the road, there's hope as well
The angels have told me that 2018 is the year of renewal
Little by little you'll learn to come out of your shell
A certain someone will visit your mind often, and it may surprise you.

You may believe yourself to be weak, but you're the strongest person I know
You're a stubborn crab; use your claws to hang on!
Trust in yourself and don't take as an answer"no"
Your instincts will tell you what's right and wrong.
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Gahddess_Worship
Gahddess_Worship
Tyrant of Words
United States
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SUM OF MY PARTS

Who am I?
An ever changing answer
I am confused on this point

These are the parts of my equation

I am a prototypical Peter Pan
Ever the six year old
Frozen in time by the death
Of a loving mother

I am an Edgar Allen Poe subject
Unable to shake the pall of doom

I am the second grade Don Juan
Wooing his young Andrea

I am the boy in the attic
Making love to a blue-green vibrator
Finding joy and peace in the sensation

I am the fifteen year old dishwasher
Yearning for the touch of a particular cocktail waitress
Taught to man-up by a tough, rough-housing busboy

I am the singer
A constant stream of sweet, consoling music
Keeping me sane and loved

I am the lover of nature
Hidden deep in a forest of mighty redwoods

I am the devoted friend
Thinking no one could ever hate me

I am the frustrated athlete
Still imagining a Super Bowl, World Cup, Olympic Gold
Win in my future

I am a couch potato
Obsessed with English detective mysteries

I am a most unlikely computer geek
But arenít we all these days

I am the simple reality of life
Learned by a stay in Spain

I am the straight one
Singing in the opera chorus

I am the devoted spouse
Proud father
Dedicated employee, unemployed
Every-Sunday church goer

Iíve clearly revealed too much
As is my wont
Simply stated
I am a poet
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Gahddess_Worship
Gahddess_Worship
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BATTLE RAGES WITHIN

Erotic thoughts fill my head  
Stream out through my fingers  
Onto the pure white page  
Beautiful words or inappropriate lurid stains?  

Is it wrong to find another female form alluring?  
Are not the sensual curves just as beautiful?  
The pleasure of consummated love as powerful?  
Have I no concept of propriety and self control?  
Is my true self awakened?  

As Smeagol cum Gollum  
I am racked with the pain of duplicity  
Seemingly destined to destroy what is precious  
The incessant battle rages on  

In another context †
She labels me a ďsick son of a bitchĒ  
Words that tear at my soul  
One part cruel condemnation of a saintly mother  
The other truth  

Simple surrender is the answer  
Fighting for both sides becomes impossible  
A sacrifice must be made  
The ďwho am I?Ē question answered  
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Gahddess_Worship
Gahddess_Worship
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IDENTITY

You say
like me you want to be
you donít know me
I barely know myself
 
You see
my bright and happy flag
flapping in the sea breeze
not knowing
it tops the mast
of the vast shipwreck
lying beneath the surface
 
You think
I donít hurt as much as you do?
that I donít fear?
of these I am, at times, paralyzed
let not my cheery disposition
deceive you
 
You must understand
we all experience
equal parts tragedy, comedy and drama
and the panoply of their inherent emotions
thatís what makes us all curiosities
 
You need
to discover you
play your part
of which there is no understudy
do this
and you will never yearn
to be another
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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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Reckless

ďThere is a notion that creative people are absentminded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true.Ē - Mary Oliver
  
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It all began with red hair †
and a large glass of fuck you †
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ďtake my handĒ she said †
I followed her into the dark, †
her heels clattering on cobbles †
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Iím not sure where she ends †
and I begin, some days †
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all the parts of me †  
I cannot love †
evolved into words †
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I wear so much colour †
that rainbows look solemn; †
a rebellion of spending †  
too many years †
in the dark †
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yet when I writeó †
monochrome
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I love with everything †  
or nothing at all; †
half-measures †  
never existed †
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my ability to shut off †
scares me to the extent †
I question my own humanity †  
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there are years in my head †
that no longer exist, †
people Iíve cut off †
who no longer †  
own heartbeats †
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I drum a lot †  
to the rhythm of my chest, †
to check Iím still breathing †
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there are days when my blood †
swells in mighty waves of fear †
so intensely, the crash †
cripples my knees †
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I donít regret my mentality †
or chromosones that caused it, †
but I wonder if Iíd be boring †
without  
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the illness makes people †  
use words like psychopath
and other such pretty nouns. †
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Baby, †  
I am all of those things. †
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Itís also worth noting †  
I do not give a flying fuck. †
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I have absolved †
Jesus †
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one day †
he may absolve me †
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I am a tapestry of scars †
stitched haphazardly †
with experience †
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these words are the last †
great weapon I own †
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they scream out on days †
I cannot bear silence †
I was foolish enough †
to become a poet:

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can you accept tható
do you know how to forgive?
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
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United Kingdom
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An open letter to confidence (or lack thereof)

 
You fill our bowls
with sickness,
lay a place at the table
for both of us
where we feast on flesh
and call it a life
 
and this is how you arise
the moth unnoticed by all
who eat my moon like fruit;
a car crash reverie
in the dead of night.
 
In youth, we were no wiser,
an equation of sorts
an algebraic dilemma,
where we would sit quietly
shivering in small hours
staring at the maps
marking a drive.
 
What I would have given
to see you wild if only
for a heartbeat,
what I would have given
to kiss your mouth
and serenade our pride
 
and still, I sing quietly
this hopeless melody
a love letter to silence
when I'm sure we're alone,
your hands ghosting mine
on the strike of every key,
words tumbling into vaults
a blue secret, unknown.
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Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
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Radical Acceptance

1.

Simplicity pours through the grates
and the splashes are bigger this time
echoing through the parlour walls

I have been floating
for a long time

drenched in the living
I fold my skin
into a paper vessel

sail love notes
deep into storm drains
and call them rafts

2.

I remember when the lights
burned my eyes in the dark

the match heads all gone
leaving nothing
but the nub

3.

If there are angels,
if God listens
to my musingsó
if the crystals are
in any way correct

they chart
my spinning bones
to the northern star:

home starts exactly
where you
are.

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dejure
dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
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Dejure

a mask for the emotionless
 
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I wear him †
and he wears †
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"a hammer †  
to nails †
a sponge †  
to cheeks †
a feather †  
in the air †
a leaf on †
the water †
water to fire †  
and fire to †
nonsense †
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cloaked in †  
sarcasm" †
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fighting back †  
any attack
with an †  
added force †
to penetrate †  
the ignorance †  
I face †
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...till I first †  
wore him †
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a shoulder †  
to my tears †
a hand to †  
lift me up †
right part of †
my brain †
wrong influence †
of my soul †
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still here †
we are... in †
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Chris_Pleasures
Chris_Pleasures
Chris Pleasures
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Last Letter

Coming home to the silence is how it started. No music playing, no home cooked meal. No not this time but a surprise letter with the smell I know oh too well, Victoria's Secret body mist Love Spell. The very fragrance that hints seductive and farewell. Which one was it? Well let me tell...

The Last Letter:

"Don't look at this as a goodbye. Look at this as a see you another time. If this is truly meant to be I need to see, so I ask that you set me free. Continue to live and don't carry any fear. I still love you so you can love me; each day even if we're not near. Far or close, here by my side or on the other end of this ride, you can love me the same. You Loved me through words, loved me through actions, loved me through thoughts, prayers, and intense stares. Loved me through laughs, tears, and affection. Passion and sweet aggression. You Loved me dear with no end. We both loved each day as if we'll never hear, see, smell, watch, or think of eachother again. So don't cry, live your life. My letter to you from your wife. Not a goodbye."

I don't know how to think or piece it in my mind. I wish i knew why but i won't stress. I'll be fine. Just have to live life, let her take her time to grow wise.
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Chris_Pleasures
Chris_Pleasures
Chris Pleasures
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The Boy

He who hid in plain sight; full of smiles and laughter yet driven by pure loneliness. Afraid of extending his company to others, not willing to give open arms. Paranoid that those so-called "friends" will just cause more harm.

Disconnected from the world and all who embodies it. Wanting to speak his mind but people don't seem so fond of it. Not taking a listen, To him it's important but all they hear is "Tisk" "Tisk" "Tisk" so called pure ignorance.

The Boy is a "shadow," he has no appearance.
The Boy is alone, no one has the time to hear him.

And before you know it; The Boy is dead.
Gone and non-existent.

Watch the world and his so called friends say, "I wish I would have listened."

But it's too late.

The Boy... His name was Christian
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Chris_Pleasures
Chris_Pleasures
Chris Pleasures
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Love don't exists, †Forever don't last

Love dont exist and forever don't last

My heart is numb because of my past. Correcting the wrongs will be a long task.
A dead end streak setting me up for misfortune. Yea a relationship sounds good but is it really worth it?

Love is said to be something special but it seems to be only given to the undeserving. Why must I care?. Why must I be the only person hurting? "Nice guys finish last"
Isn't that the truth? Its sad you'll love me better if I disrespected you. Oh that's not what it is? I just call it how I see it. Arguments and miscommunication, the two main ingredients.
She gets a thrill repeating it.

Obviously born in the wrong generation because love these days is more like lets meet up at this location. Have sex and play with our bodies. I mean that's cool but where's the connection? Where's the bond?† Why are these things now frowned upon.
Thought she wanted something different , they all say they want something different. Kind of hard to notice any difference messing with the same kind of ni**as.

Love don't exist and Forever don't last.
At least for me that is. Want to know why? It's funny you asked. Look around and tell me what you see. "If it's meant to be then it will be." Sounds like a lot of bullshit to me.
Written by Chris_Pleasures (Chris Pleasures)
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