How well do you know yourself?

it can be twisted, delightful, or just flat out wrong.. but hey, if its how you are, let it out!

RULES: imma be a funsucker and put up some rules
1. Only TWO
2. Max of 300 words (for those who write forever XD )
3. Have an epic time!

Who Do You See    


When you look in the mirror
is their someone else
defects in the shimmer
reflecting a hell
or a perfect winner
with stories to tell
the glimmer gets dimmer
when I look for myself .


To step into the world
of other direction
would all the wrong turns
become the right selection
we only ever learn
upon reflection
inside I die and burn
because of all the rejection
I wish I could so turn
the dirt to confection
inside the mirror yearns
my own acceptance .

Who do you see
I don't know if  it's me
reflection  , rejection
direction  , selection  
the mirror always yearns
my own acceptance  
visual  , pictional
optical , recipricol
defects in the shimmer
the glimmer gets dimmer
I do not see the winner
when I look for myself .

I feel as if I'm a king;
I think maybe that might sing.
What if I was a clown;
A fucking clown with an upside frown.

Sometimes I can be only me;
Most of the time I'm a lock over the key.
Maybe I'm sad or even born;
Im I whole...maybe torn.

Perhaps a poet without a care;
Will push the limits with no dare.
I will not conform to my ways;
I will not look for better days.

In this life I know little of me;
I do not know what people see.
I just don't know how to be free;
For I truly do not not know me.

Selfish Indulgence


My disease,
my confliction
it’s my creation,
my addiction.
Half-healed wounds,
an empty heart;
searching for ways
to set you apart.
You are beautiful
It’s plain to see,
sexy and sweet
but so is she.
My smile is sharp
and my drug is delicious,
the pain I create
is violent and vicious.
I’m sorry now
and I’ll be sorry forever
for the loss of control
and the hope that I’ve severed.
So protect your emotions
and ready your resistance
because this selfish indulgence
sustains my existence.

I am...

I am...
laughter in the air
a child at the beach
a girl at the bar
a boy with a cigarette
a man with his dreams
a woman with her desires
I am...
existing in this world
a reflection in the mirror
a shadow on the wall
a midnight gasp of horror
a little girl's doll
a bereaved wife's sorrow
a husband's last regret
I am mere words
without which I am
nothing
but a huddled figure in a padded room
catching imagined swirling letters
circling my head.

I AM A PARIAH

i am a pariah

you can surely see that from far

people avoid me

they are afraid unpopularity is catching

and they may be right

for when i look at someone

they look back at me with fright

my looks have no bearing

i was born this way

my parents did not want me

but i was here to stay

so they used me well

as their servant every day

twas no better when i married

for i was the moving company

city to city we traveled

all over this land

when the joke was over

i was left again

i thought higher education

would increase my social currency

but even a doctorate could not save me

no sooner than i was tenured

sickness entered my life

twenty years later

i struggle to make sense

of all i have tried and tried and tried

only to fail again

so i came into this world

unwanted and unloved

looks like i will leave this way

as for heaven i am not sure

for hell is on this earth

heaven is for the pure

how can you be pure

when you have endured constant abuse

it clings to you like dirt

and pollutes you to the core

i am no angel for my trials

no saint for having suffered

my only hope is not to be

sent back to earth for another lesson

this lesson i have learned so well

some people get only hell



word count = 250

I see myself unlike I did in my past,
I put myself first instead of dead last.
I see myself as a shadow on the ground,
I'm walked upon but no one can keep me down.
I'm as strong as a rock or boulder,
I see my self differently now that I'm older,
I'm a cyclone,a twister on the loose,
Full of happiness with confidence to boost.
I love my earthly vessel for which god has
Given me,
I Treat my body as a temple like god meant
It to be.
When I look into a mirror,I see a reflective,
Shimmering light,
A brightness that blazes with beauty,bliss and
Delight.
I see myself as a ruby red rose,
Extravagant in all ways as it melts hearts everywhere it
Goes,
I may not have wealth but I know that I am someone
Special,
Someone that see's himself enlightened by his own
Faith and high potentials...

Never Knew Myself.

I have never met myself.
This skin I'm in,
swear, it's stolen from a shelf.

When the hurt I've had sets in,
and every lie finally collapses.
I'll have repaid the debt I owe,
and that's not counting my relapses.

Compliments, I can't accept.
Because this body is not mine,
but a carbon copy of someone else,
who I have yet to find.

ok..so i changed it because i love all these poems and i really wanna hear more >.<...these are just..well epic.. keep em coming..

"091006"


My shadow is huge.
I sit in the cab and my stomach hangs over.

I am ugly,
I stink, I reek.
People will murder
I'm stale, I'm old
I'm weak.

I'm a buffoon,
It's funny, but I'm sad
and I'm annoyed and irritated
because that is all I am.

I eat snacks and shit and rubbish as I write
I belch and sweat and stink as I write.

My clothes do me nothing
I smoke too much to care
I try to stop
but I still am here.

My hair is lank
I need to brush

I'm hairy and stale
and useless to all

I'm a disappointment
though my parents don't know it
I've lied to workers
I don't think, smoke or grow it at all

I know this is pointless
It's not meant to offend
or to be appreciated
or to provoke a reaction

rather to react to provocation.





I belch again
this isn't rhetoric, is it?

The Beast Within

There's a terrifying feeling deep inside me
It causes my eyesight to blur, until the point that I cannot see.
It feels like I'm being trapped in an evershrinking cage
I can feel my whole body begin to tremble from this sudden powerful rage.
I need some kind of escape, I can't take this emotion swirling inside my head
I suddenly want to hit someone, something, anything, until that thing is dead.
My room is spinning, I think I'm going to go insane
There's an overwhelming desire, a craving, a need to inflict great pain.
A beast appears next to me, maniacal grin, a gleaming knife held high
With hate dripping from every word, he screams at me that it's time for me to die.
Again and again he cuts, causing me more and more harm
Until all I can feel is the burning pain, and the warm blood dripping down my arm.
Under all my rage I feel a little scared to say the least
Because even I can't seem to be able to control this blood thirsty beast.
I try and escape, but I can't get away, I can't reach my door
The beast just laughs, and holds me tighter, cutting me more and more.
I close my eyes, thinking my life is over, when the beast finally stops
I feel no rage now, only relief, when my arm suddenly drops.
I open my eyes, see all the blood, which looks like spilt red wine
Suddenly I notice that the hand that is holding the bloody knife is mine.
I look around the whole room, denying it, thinking that it couldn't be
But there's no one else, and I realize that the ugly beast was the dark side of me.
I was the one who cut my arm, I was the beast who was filled with nothing but hate
The maniacal grin returns as I realize that this is me, and it will always be my fate.

Ok so this isn't how I ALWAYS see myself, but it is when I'm at that point lol.

all is well >.<.. this is my preferred wonderland...seeing yourself for the first time.... there are so many great ones up..PLEASE keep them coming... i might just have a winner... but shhh >.<..dont tell ..lol...

Who am I?



I am broken glass to the wrist
 
Empty smiles to the priest
 
A breathing form of insanity
 
Druggie and part-time hopeless dreamer
 
Sunday morning rain
 
The bud of a cigarette
 
Life’s toy awaiting its foretold death
 
A broken heart
 
Screams that reach no one
 
Summer nights and winters kiss
 
Tossed garbage
 
Burning Sticks
 
Anger behind a balled fist
 
The evolution of emptiness
 
Puppet of sadness
 
Orb of madness
 
Footsteps of calamity
 
The demise of humanity
 
Everything and Anything
 
You will never understand
 
I’m sorry but this is who I am

Delve into Mirrors:

Embracing this distasteful scene,
misery loves my company,
she visits every now and again,
even though I'm always calling...

The reception is naive,
each night I sleep,
silently I weep,
wanting my reprieve...

Delve into mirrors with me,
and then you'll see,
the beasts within,
waiting for me to sin...

Overlooking this horrid nightmare,
misery loves a good scare,
she drains of all wisdom,
leaving me deaf and dumb...

The resistance is futile,
each day I blink,
silently I think,
wanting my denial...

Delve into mirrors with me,
and then you'll see,
the horrors within,
waiting for me to fall in...