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Who I Am

LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem describing yourself
Hello everyone. It's been a while. This isn't another "A Picture Holds a Thousand Words" competition, but rather something personal.

"Who I Am" is meant to allow the members of DUP and beyond a rare glimpse into who you are as a person. The rules are simple:

1. You must a include a picture of yourself
2. Old writes or new
3. No more than 300 words
4. Be honest, and tell us what makes you the way you are

If you have any questions, feel free to message me.

inechoingsilence
inechoingsilence
Thought Provoker
United States
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More than DNA

Where I come from is no easy question
The answer even more complicated
For I am so much more than my ancestry  
  
I was born in the land of the free  
yet my soul is old, from foreign lands  
I queue, apologize for apologizing, yet  
my bluntness borders on breathtaking  
A cuppa solves all the world’s problems  
So do many shot glasses of ice cold vodka  
   
I come from generations of stiff-necked people  
Stubborn, willful, unyielding, even unto death  
my race is my religion, I bow before no man  
   
Poets, painters, scientists, innovators precede me  
So many geniuses struck with the artist’s disease  
I was not spared their fate, I just know to live better  
Eccentric, eclectic, experimental, educated, earnest  
are just a few words that describe my inheritance  
So are manic, melancholy, melodious, magnanimous    
   
If I perished tomorrow, what would be my legacy?  
A survivor, mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend  
My words, force of will, devotion to absolute truth  
will be remembered of me -I ask for nothing more.
Written by inechoingsilence
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A_Failed_Artist
A_Failed_Artist
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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That's What I Am

Pale skin, brown hair, hazel eyes, a few freckles, and a tatto.
That is what I am.
A lover of music, a critic of movies, an author of unfinished novels.  
That's what I am.  
An ear for listening to your thoughts, a mouth for awkward small talk, a brain for filtering what I really think.  
That's what I am.  
The lips of a virgin, the hands of a lover, the appearance of a twelve year old.  
That's what I am.  
A friend to two, an enemy to no one, and a coward to everyone.  
That's what I am.  
Devourer of knowledge, believer of nothing, writer of nonsense.  
That's what I am.  
Amateur at archery, proficient in learning new languages, decent at singing.  
That's what I am.
Written by A_Failed_Artist
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LunasChild8
LunasChild8
Dangerous Mind
Canada
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That's What I Am

Pale skin, brown hair, hazel eyes, a few freckles, and a tatto.
That is what I am.
A lover of music, a critic of movies, an author of unfinished novels.  
That's what I am.  
An ear for listening to your thoughts, a mouth for awkward small talk, a brain for filtering what I really think.  
That's what I am.  
The lips of a virgin, the hands of a lover, the appearance of a twelve year old.  
That's what I am.  
A friend to two, an enemy to no one, and a coward to everyone.  
That's what I am.  
Devourer of knowledge, believer of nothing, writer of nonsense.  
That's what I am.  
Amateur at archery, proficient in learning new languages, decent at singing.  
That's what I am.
Written by A_Failed_Artist
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A_Failed_Artist said:

Hi there. Please include a picture of yourself.

Tallen
Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Physiology of me

What am i?
What can I be?
  
I am an eccentric person, with whom you can dare to be “You.”  
Your soul can be naked with me  
Your heart can open its doors, and  
Your dreams can flow free with me.  
   
You can always say what you think and feel.  
You may breathe freely ----  
I will try to understand.  I am an excellent listener.  
   
You need not be too careful with me:  
   
      You can  
                    ____abuse me  
                    ____neglect me  
                    ____possess me  
                    ____tolerate me ---- I will try to like you.  
   
      You can  
                    ____cry with me  
                    ____laugh with me  
                    ____drink with me  
                    ____sin with me and pray with me.  
   
Through it all I see, know understand and love “You.”  
   
I am your Friend and like a vintage wine,  
will mellow and become more valuable with age.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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dejure
dejure
vick
Dangerous Mind
Sri Lanka
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Dejure

a mask for the emotionless
 
   
   
   
   
   
 
I wear him  
and he wears  
many
 
   

"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  
   
cloaked in    
sarcasm"  
   

fighting back    
any attack
with an    
added force  
to penetrate    
the ignorance    
I face  
   
...till I first    
wore him  
   

a shoulder    
to my tears  
a hand to    
lift me up  
right part of  
my brain  
wrong influence  
of my soul  
   
still here  
we are... in  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
   
   
harmony
 
 
 
 
 
   
Written by dejure (vick)
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LunaGreyhawk
LunaGreyhawk
Thought Provoker
United States
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Billboard

I’ve displayed my soul on an old billboard
In the middle of a dark, deserted backroad

Of course it’s for things old and outdated
You’ll pass it on your way to somewhere else Believing it speaks to another Them and Then

It’s worn and faded edges are curled inward
It’s contents once so vibrant now weathered
Worm-eaten posts stand looking precarious
But they are as solid as they can ever be now

You’ll pass it by without noticing it’s details
Too many layers peeling, revealing its origins
Too many to take in as you steadily rush past I’ll stay and keep taking the storms for us both
I’ll keep all the secrets you don’t mean to tell.

Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Ely
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
Dangerous Mind
Mexico
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The Painted People

In my cells there is a memory…  
of a time way back in history  
when my people were warriors...  

...formidable...
in their fury and their  
need …  
to be freed from fear of bondage  
 
...to pay homage to no man…  
 
Caesar fought to overcome them  
but he won only the battle  
When they played the final act he'd lost the war...  
 
For in the end the Roman Empire  
could not oppress the Painted People…  
As stated in our history and lore…  
 
As we faded into mystery...they disappeared from history.  
And left us only place names and their art to show the world...  
...they had been here long before...  
 
They had lived as one with Nature...  
since the sacred forest birthed them...  
now they've gone to be with Mother evermore...
Written by Ely (E.A.Rothwell)
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903M
903M
Strange Creature
Jamaica
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I like the poem. It have great content and you presented it nicely. 😁

Miss_Sub
Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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I prefer to tell my spades to fuck off as well

I could come up with some cliché
about how my scars have shaped me
and how my hobo whiplashed skin
has built character in amongst
the metal and blazing artwork

but it would all be bullshit
because none of these things
are who I really am.

Truth is I’m a fucking wreck
and will be the first to wave
my hands to the sky
and not proclaim myself
Queen of the universe.

I’m a thousand and one disasters
and nobody is more surprised than I
that I’m still here, exhaling smoke
over my fifteenth mug of tea
wondering how I got so lucky

to be warm and dry,
purring cats at my feet
and this lassoed man
who strokes my shoulder
whenever shit gets rough
cementing that things
really will be alright.

There’s a risk to knowing
I might drop dead tomorrow
because my body too
is rebellious

then again, we all could
and it keeps me hanging on
to pleasantries by the crotch
of my ripped pants, because
I spend most of my time
not wasting it on fakery

dreaming the impossible dream,
telling everybody to fuck off
who wastes time & space
when all I want is to piss
out in the woods to feel alive.

Who am I?
Exactly what it says on the tin:

a thousand shitty mornings
stuffed deep down
in a dairy-intolerant flesh taco
fucking up a buffet
to taste life before I die.

Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Lord_Raven
Lord_Raven
Lost Thinker
Namibia
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HOW ARE YOU?

I made a tent outside my mind...
Wanna know what I realized?
That downers are annoying , always pleading suicide , or hurting themselves , turning others happy meals sad...
To the point one might shout out "hey you!! if you wanna do it , just do it already!! Just do it already!! Crap get it over with!!! Ughgg!!!

And I am a downer...
Just look at that …
Wrote all that in one breathe without a second thought , not planned just plain out heart...
You are happy
And if I am not helping you pull the load …
Crap then I am adding to it!
Like Raven with a limb …. I am a drag.
I know I am far from perfect...
And this life I far from deserve it

Yeah I know all the motivational speeches like feeding on reheated casserole...
I guess I just feel like I am not breathing anymore
Like I am dead and just going through the motions as it were like a zombie and only thrills I get are from brain encounters...
Or maybe I just lost the sense of it all
Like a blunt needle there is no point to it all...(full circle if you didn't get it)

I wanna shake the feeling but like a bear bite every shake tears at my flesh...
I do not mind the physical pain … It is the internal bleeding that gets you.

Hehe it is funny how far my mind can go down this rabbit hole an abyss it is … better to go too far then not far enough...
How can you tell what is light without darkness?
Point is … I do not like the question , how are you?.
Because it brings up all of this...

So if you see me smiling know it is genuine …
That when I laugh it is true..
And that in that moment it is real..
That I have no negative thought in that moment in time .
So please do not burst the bubble by asking that question....
Maybe I am not always negative … Perhaps only when it comes to me …

Which means that  you will see a different side of me when I let you in and you get to know me …
And in that very moment you will be right.
Written by Lord_Raven
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gothicsurrealism
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States
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Psyche of the Dark Poet

Sanity is an unsympathetic creature lurking in our blind spots.
If the dusky rays of Gothic art can’t cast out this relentless foe,
Then our gift of imagination and will of expressionism
will ignite its stalking shadow with a vengeance.

I’m proud to be of another psyche.
Without it, would we write
with such metaphorical beauty?
I think not.

In fact,
all these words
would be ordinary.
The hell with ordinary!

I want my head to whirl around without the sense
of what is in front or in back of me.
Can a head spin 360 degrees?
Imagination could.

It can turn this head again and again
until it screws off its spine and lands by my feet.
Even then, I’m not spitting dirt,
I’m chewing what the world has discarded,

Whether it be taboo or the unspeakable,
it belongs to me.
My words, my feelings, my thoughts,
there’s no defined script for imagination.

Latch the hooks into our mouths
with what you think is true
but they will not open for you
or in a way in which you’d perceive.

The distinct silhouette of reality will be within sight,
the metaphor, however;
will have a shadow which blends
into the most potent of light.

Wherever the creature may lie,
its white eyes illuminated in some dark shadow.
Now and again
its claws sting the outer reaches of my body.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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SweetKittyCat5
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Dangerous Mind
United States
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Lineage and Legacy

Lineage and Legacy as one must come to perceive
Those are life’s footprints we deem to conceive    
Moments in time we have achieved    
As we glance upon a mirror of our reflection    
Our eyes, nose, lips, lineage at times comes into question    
What makes us the person who we are    
From a presence already ordained beyond a constellation of stars    
Are we playing out our life on a cosmic screen    
Sight and feelings in time unforeseen    
Learning in life to keep our noses clean    
   
If God does know all    
Then why do we fight our fate when we stumble or fall    
From the womb from which life we came    
Universal love one and the same    
In life that’s the name of the game    
Prepared at birth to withstand the stinging rain    
Have faith through bodily pain    
Never taking the Lord’s name in vain    
Echoes of cries, don’t pour your money down the drain    
Never to go against the grain    
   
Perilous times has ridden the face of society’s dream    
The white picket fence, American’s apple pie wishes, so it may seem    
From the dust from which we shall return    
While we’re all here we live and we learn    
   
Lessons    
Believing in daily blessings    
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons    
Social media has now become our true friend    
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend    
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end    
I’m a writer, author by trade    
Words sometimes hidden behind a masquerade    
   
My lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old    
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold    
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps    
My written concepts    
Media sites with memories of my creed    
A dose of reality always to feed your need    
   
My legacy is the signature of my face    
As I bow my head in a state of grace    
Being vain, never the case    
At times, feelings get caught up between a rock and a hard place    
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me    
Footloose and fancy free    
None as blind as those who will not see    
Roots of the soul    
Intellectual Creole    
Which makes me who I am    
Healer, as God’s tempers my land    
Legacy and Lineage for me, that’s who    
My blanket above I have proudly laid out for you    
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Carpe_Noctem
Carpe_Noctem
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom
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Never claimed I wasn't damaged goods

Think you can

get to know me

peel me orange

layer by intricate

segment coccoon

dissect what's inside

under microscope magnification

Still think you can

put up with the fact

Fucking asshole

yes that's me

at times known dickhead

inward observer

some might say fuck up magnet

when shit hits the fan though

after a bit of loathing pity

back up for the next round

punch drunk jelly legged

take three bullets to put me down

So....
you want to see
the real me
tender
loyal
sensitive
work your way deep within the core
it's not rotten yet

Think you can put up with me
good luck
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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spacemod69
spacemod69
Twisted Dreamer
Australia
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Life is a struggle

How do you explain
To a child so young
About what happened that fateful day
Did God intervene
Was it meant to happen
Or were we lucky your life
Wasn't just whisked away

To look on the surface
You'd think everything's normal
Dig a bit deeper
You'll find things quite obscure
A bit slower
Weaker
But that's purely physical
Upstairs where it counts
Seems perfectly clear

That's been my life
For the past fifty years
Sometimes a struggle
Somehow find a way
It may at times need a little
Reorganisation
But don't nobody go telling me
I can't get through the day
Written by spacemod69
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