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"I Am"

Northern1
Fire of Insight
Iceland
Joined 15th Apr 2016
Forum Posts: 223

I

I am a sister I am a brother
I am a father I am a mother
I am a daughter I am a son
I am the many I am the one
 
I am a worker I am an employer
I am a creator I am a destroyer
I am righteous I am a sinner
I am a loser I am a winner
 
I am a hater I am a lover
I am obvious I am under cover
I am a hitter I am a receiver
I am a doubter I am a believer
 
I am truthful I am a liar
I am frigid I am fire
I am saved I am savior
I am thought I am behavior
 
I am in orbit I am low
I am a victim I am a foe
I am a peering crowd in a face
I am a fractious human race
Written by Northern1
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eswaller
Dangerous Mind
United States 30awards
Joined 22nd Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 749

I Am...

I am like the air on a warm summer day.
I am that cold drink of water when you
Need to cool down. I am that one ray
Of sunshine when you see that blue
Sky becoming cloudy and grey. Your
Eyes on the horizon because that is
Where I will be. The slam of the door
Because we both know what that says
To the whole world. The tears that form
Because we know that we are not built
To be perfect or to be a part of the norm.
I am love that is soft and safe as a quilt
During all of those cold winter nights.
I am that strong warrior that will cause
You to think of everyone who fights
And who the real enemies are because
At the end of every day we are only
Human. I am the thoughts that keep
You sober at 3 AM and a little less lonely.
It is life around us that we sow and reap.
Written by eswaller
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ClearmindedVillain
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 29th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 69

Reasons Inside

The older I become my morals harden.
So those constantly crossing it become enemies.
Tell your parents discipline is not my job for you.
Disrespectful and rude some are content with that.
In no way can I be present for those with mixed emotions all the time.
Not perfect but I try to remain consistent to those with care.
Winning is a lifelong drive.
It may drive me away from some.
Written by ClearmindedVillain
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Chimaera76
Lost Thinker
United States 1awards
Joined 28th May 2018
Forum Posts: 29

“SYLLABIC DI-VERSE”

I can hear the people talking all about their greatest fears  
Reflecting on their relations with some ice cold vodka tears  
If time’s the greatest healer, it’s only right that I rephrase
Nobody lives forever may be the crassest of cliches  
I need to take flight, but for now a wounded wren  
Tell me, “Are you drained from the company of men?”  
 
 
Written by Chimaera76
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Angelast1
Dangerous Mind
Mexico 6awards
Joined 30th Apr 2018
Forum Posts: 40

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Red_CurtainS
SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT
Twisted Dreamer
United States 2awards
Joined 21st June 2018
Forum Posts: 13

I AM pt 1.

I am that slithery sloth
Sleeking through  
This dirty sewage    
Of gung gunk punk repugnant funk  
Black Sponge  
     I am that spiteful  
Biteful  
Hateful or  
Encourage full  
Unsatisfied  
hurtful  
Tongue  
I am    
The juice  
Drink  
Sip  
Taste  
Waste it    
Spill it  
Spit it  
Choke it  
        I am that sticky bubble gum  
Chew it  
Unstick it  
Pluck it  
Unwrap it  
Wrap it  
Tack it on walls  
For fun  
Blowing this bubble bubble gum  
Throw it in the chum  
Bucket  
Pull out another one  
From where you tucked it  
          I am the line    
Cross it  
You brave enough  
To scratch through it  
No other marks can be made  
Because I am  
Self made  
I am that cave  
You run to in darkness  
Escaping to the dogs barking  
Whips ,chains, blood and pain  
Only to find that I am the darkness  
        I am that mark    
Pull the trigger  
Push to start  
That Joe  
That blow  
Come closer  
I am that host  
Inside your body  
The incisions you cant close  
The Holes you can't fill  
Can't drill  
The spirit Holding you against your will  
I am the last will    
and testament  
     Wasn't the devil who himself was once an angel  
 heaven sent him to hell  
       Well  
 I am not that hell  
I'm only the story here to tell  
Myside  
I am the ride  
Stand in line  
I am that Ghoul ,  
That monster    
An amityville horror  
If you piss me off  
I am that bitch on her    
Period!  
I am.    
(Silent period)  
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(Spoken word poetry.
Copyright of Red Curtain$ 2018)
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by Red_CurtainS (SEVEN-ONE-EIGHT)
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SatansSperm
Dangerous Mind
13awards
Joined 19th Nov 2015
Forum Posts: 3112

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cold_fusion
Tyrant of Words
Palestine 20awards
Joined 14th June 2017
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LibraSoul96
Fire of Insight
United States 1awards
Joined 1st July 2015
Forum Posts: 523

I'm, The

I'm the truth without the lies.

The C.I.A without the spies.

The earth without capitivity.

The future without the past.

The show without the cast.

The beginning without an ending.

The video without the buffering.

I'm the hero without a villain.

The murderer without a killing.

The crack without cocaine.

The mind without a brain.

The track without the runner.

The rain without the thunder.

The eye without a vision.

The text without a mention.

I'm the girl without a face.

The victim without a case.

The cake without the icing.

The picture without the photo shopping.
 
The skin without no color.

The grey without its dullness.

The bitch without its dog.

The rumors without a blog.

I'm the dragon without a flame.

The actress without the fame.

The king without a queen.

The donor without a spleen.

 The fake without the real.

 The iron without the steel.

The stripper without her pole.

The naughty boy on Santa's list without the coal.  

 I'm the sparkle without the glitter.

The bat without a hitter.

 The tears without the water.

The mother without her daughter.

The diamond without the rut.

The poet without her systematic flow.
 
The 80s girl without her bow.

The sun without its shine.

I'm the boat without the paddle.

The farmer without its cattle.

The pool without chlorine.

 The orange without its flavor.

The killer without a motive.

 The pro without the active.

The life without death.

The crystal without meth.

I'm the perfect without the imperfect.
 
The cause without an effect.

The key without the ignition.

The performer without a standing ovation.

 The song without a melody.

The comedy without a parody.

The horse without the hay.

The lion without its prey.

It's true that I am automatically these things.

The and I'm is what I represent and bring.

My imperfection defines me in a way of uniqueness.

 I define meekness and weakness.

Just remember this piece shows you that I cant be what you want me to be.

Only when you see me you get what you see.

I lack perfection and gain admiration.

This is truly my declaration.
Written by LibraSoul96
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EXSTACYMAX
Strange Creature
Joined 20th Mar 2018
Forum Posts: 2

Confession of a Sociopath

You tell me things I don’t want to know.
I don’t want to know because I don’t want to be tempted.
Tempted to use it to my advantage,
Tempted to revert back to a time where people’s emotions were a game I played so fucking well.

I time where I said just enough,
At just the right moment,
To destroy lives.
While comforting my own.

Your existence sings at the person I really am.
The person who fucked a married man,
While his wife,
Cooked us dinner in the next room.

The person who fucked his wife.
While he was upstairs,
Bathing away his sins.
Guilt swirling down the drain.

The worst part is,
I never once felt guilty.
Not even,
When they left each other for me.

Not even,
When I was on a plane,
Leaving them both behind to deal with their crumbling family.
Oh yes, they had kids. I was their nanny.

You don’t want this,
I can see the fantasies swirling around your curious eyes.
But everything about me,
Is delicately tailored to lure you in.

You might be looking for a decent fuck,
And a laugh.
But that is not what’s going to happen.
It will start out subtle,

I’ll make dick jokes,
And tease that I’ve had more pussy than you,
Cuz I have.
I’ll help change your spark plugs with a full contour.
Your friends will love me,
Because I am the ultimate wingman

I’ll check out girls with you,
Play sports with you,
Drink beer,
Down a burger with a side of fries.

I’ll get so close,
You can smell the warm vanilla on my skin,
Then walk away,
Without a touch.

I’m edgy, but sweet
Loud, but funny
Sexy, but classy
Your best friend, but unobtainable.

And all of this will be real.
If there is one thing I can tell you about a sociopath,
It’s that we are honest,
Brutally.

I know which parts of my personality to showcase for each victim.
The playboy loves that I don’t feel jealousy,
Just like the poet loves my way with words.
Cruel isn’t it?

You think it’s cute that I “let things slip”,
I let you believe that.
“I love you” didn’t “slip”,
It was carefully timed.

So was the quick exit.
I planted the seed,
And left to watch how it plays out.
From a distance of course.

You’ll feel it too.
You’ll feel the warmth of love drip down and cool the lust.
You fantasies will change,
From carnal power thrusting on the back of a Camaro to cuddling in bed with our fingers lacing in and out of one another’s.

You’ll fight it,
Especially since I have been avoiding you,
Avoiding eye contact.
Pretending you’re not there.

But eventually,
You will give in.
And I will get what I want.

Because for me,
This WAS “a decent fuck and a laugh”
I’m telling you this because,
I know it won’t matter anyway.

You’ll still play into my game.
But I am hoping,
Just once,
It won’t work.
Written by EXSTACYMAX
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AtoMikbomb
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 1st Aug 2017
Forum Posts: 141

Mikaila



She's someone...
who takes her coffee many ways
but the filter will brim with grounds
since she detests directions
She's got a dark sense of wit
when caffeinated
she crafts beyond vanilla facts

She's got boy shoulders
& a wicked cowlick
whorling around her pixie head
& so do her thoughts
but only inside
people assume she's got little there
beside twisty hair
surmisng her mind is made of air
To them...
she can't be bothered to share

She's got a frame for swimming
a gift not lost on her
she's tender to music
& sways in grace
but it will never be seen
shyness a screen
she flows through water
& dances like she's part of it

She serves jokes cold
with a side of smirking
She's got freckles that flirt
& a subtlety for picking shirts
& a body where trends go to die

She has a way of pushing out
the very things that people tout
She's bad at staying in touch
thinks too heavily
drinks little
aores craft beer
has all of two & wonders where she fucked up
but truly has few enemies

She wishes for more
than her own soul
for bonfire bonding
crisp constructive as nights burn down
She hates being out with people at high noon
plodding through pretension
she aches for long converstations
& connections formed on driftwood logs

She's snark
& spice
& salt
she's firs & ferns
she's lakewater
& teal
& lungs of frosting winter moss

She's tears springing from blackhole nights
knowing children on her globe die destroyed
that men are the mutants
so she's clutching her own
vowing-
she loves them more than all the stars

She's sick of seeing
scanning
& knowing
knowing
knowing...
people & their hellish hearts stand bare
signs on freeways
she reads like a computer
before she can choose to look away
she's got old eyes set in a teenager face

She's got a cavern for a soul
but it's moot
nobody adventures anymore
she's light down there
it keeps falling
flashing
on treasure she's never shared

She's a small person
on the outside





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I'm resubmitting this after a pretty brutal edit. I usually don't, but it was substantial enough to change this poem significantly. Feel free to ignore this one, it's rather old, a writing challenge regarding oneself
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Blackwolf
I.M.Blackwolf
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 31st Mar 2018
Forum Posts: 3572

Who Me ?

I Am More And Less Than Human ,

I Am A Moving Movement Fusion ,

I Am A Chaotic Psychotic Symphony

My Only Demand Is Just Listen To Me

I Am One Pissed Off At The Injustice

By The Ruling Elite At The Rest Of Us

I Am Sexy Sensual I Am Orgasmic Central

I Am The Infinite And Death's Hourglass

I Live In The Moment As Each Second Is Past

I Am More Than You Know Or Could Ever Imagine

Being Inscrutable Is Just One Of My Passions

I Am An Animal Prowling In A Cowl In Your Dreams

One Who Helps When More Deadly Than It Seems

I Am One Who Defends The Weak , Who Dares To Speak

Some Call Me A Freak , I Am Not Meek , I Shall Always Seek

Any Question Most Dare Not Think Let Alone Answer Or Mention

I Am One Who Does Not Settle For Pretension Or Incomprehension ,

I Am A God And I Am A Demon , Without Sleeping I Still Am Dreaming

Just Because I May Be In Agreement Does Not Mean I Am Not Scheming

I Am A Freeman Doing All That I Can , Both The Sacred And The Profane

Just Don't Ever Think You Really Know Me , Let Alone My True Name !

Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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