A poem that talks about YOURSELF

Dear DU-ers,

How are you all doing?

Here I post another challenge
for everybody who feels like joining.

There is no specific endings date or winner,
though I would like everybody to give their opinion about at least one entry... we do like comments don't we?

In that way we also get to know each other better... or maybe not and will keep the 'mysterious' ...

What do you think?

You may enter as many poems you like!

Have fun!

Tears trickle down as my favorite movies play
"Notebook" and "A walk to remember" are just some i list today.
Caring and thoughtful are two of my better traits
walking on the beach or hiking would be two awesome dates.
The sun shining off the water is beauty beyond compare
Favorite party game is beer pong or truth or dare.
I love playing soccer and running too
dont mind kicking back with a friend and a nice cold brew.
I like oldie music but hip hop as well
Im catholic so i believe in heaven and hell.
Im not a big risk take and im pretty shy
but if you get o know me i think im an awesome guy
the clues are all their there not hard to find
I love people who are positive and have a creative mind.

The horizon

I opened the rusted zipper
slowly and not sure how to,
before I panicked and left,
leaving the blur with its shadow.

The story of my life my mind says,
though I don’t see any writings be done?
I wish that that so called optimism could stop,
but I blame myself, and it vanishes to never be seen.

Friendly is my best friend,
he is always near until the mind takes over
and tries to erase the smile on my face,
jealously blaming others.

You can trust me with your life,
I will be all open arms and closed secrets,
dissecting your letters and being,
to always remember your inside.

Even though I could forget my own name,
and be slowed down by my dare,
when it comes to feeling at ease,
my stubbornness is always right.

I am difficult but so is the world,
and silently within, I will figure out one day,
who this unfolding creature is and was
by holding on to the horizon.

Temperate winds caress the cold water sea
While the soulful earth moves stoically
Maniacal relentless sand sweeps the ground
And all around is fire's passionate  sound
Of dependable metal, resourcefulness wooden
Covering dark jealousy with promises golden.

Nobody else that wants to take a shot ... ?

I live alone. The paintings
on the wall stare back at me like
vicars; faces grim, superior.

If I don’t have art, then who am I?
another useless queen,
archetype born from cheap sitcoms.

(I hear the laughter escape from it’s can,
the poor one liners, as I mince on stage
and the placard reads “APPLAUSE”)

Bulbous, I explode like Santa Claus,
but not so jolly; reindeers shiver at my touch.
Please, oh heart, steal not from me my poetry.

Make me studious, alive, and welcome,
give me my personality; sitting on the stage
with a black leather book, success, success.

I loathe them all, you know.
The men, the women, the blacks, the whites -
especially the bastard whites, with their

egos and their mantras, their strange
conservatism. We are savages. The
men who lived before us, and shook their spears,

their spears, and communicated through white
chalk, were correct, more so than all
those answer books. I fall and crumple on the floor;

the bare hearth warms my stomach.
If I died tomorrow, my epitaph would read:
He read some books, grew bored, then passed away.

Until you've walked a mile in my shoes
See through my eyes at my point of view
Feel the heavy burden in my heart
Hear the things I do. . .
Could you really blame me for being me
Or will you hold a grudge at first glance
Like you're perfect, nd don't see what you should perceive
Nd judge me before even given a chance
Cuz you're so easy to jump up nd believe what you do
Glaring at me as if it's true
But you have no ground to stand on, -Look at you

Me Myself And I (Erin Elizabeth)

Everlasting love is what I yearn for
Right around the corner is where I hope to find it's door
Intrigued by the craving for something I have never had
Never is the key word here...Am I really all that bad

Entertaining the thought of always being alone
Loathing the idea of an empty home
Intense is my desire to have someone to love me
Zap, it gets shot down before he even knows me
Again here I sit frustrated and tired
Beginning to wonder now if all men are liars
Endings some say are only to start new beginnings
To this I respond with, Where Is My...
Happy Ending

JACK OF ALL TRADES

I'm a jack of all trades
a master of none
With luck on my hands
I can make all things done
 
I can sing so loud
and dance so hard
I can make you laugh
and make you proud
 
I can strum that guitar
I can play a song
But when I play while singing
I got it all wrong
 
I got 95% for declamation
and a crowd's applause
for a great presentation
But in a real life situation
A big "BOO!" for crying out my emotions
They say " What is the drama?"
When I am crying out, "MAMA!"
 
I love when I start the car and drive
i find it terrific
but I get nervous in a slow moving traffic
I'm Gaby's no.1 fan
i love her girl power
I wish I can be as great as her
 
I play games but I'm not that good
I play sports just to pass my P.E. class
I play basketball only on gaming houses
In intramurals, I join nothing but cheering
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!" is what I am yelling
 
I can pass the exams
but will not have the highest score
I can write you poems
but maybe you'll be bored
I got medals, barpins and trophies
I got certificate of merits
I was Ms. Talent for dancing Macarena
but now I get no awrds for dancing like Shakira
 
I cook
but I'm afraid you'll taste it
I love reading books
but only a few that I read full
I can draw, who can't
All of us can draw
 
I once had a valedictory speech
And was crowned Ms. United Nations
I once became a dean's lister
and it did not happen again
I got talents
but they do have limits
 
I can bear pain
I have a wider pain threshold
i am here if you need someone to hold
But I am not that healthy
For I am always a guest of the clinic
I am always sick
 
I can go anywhere with you
I will find a thing to do
Again, I'm a jack of all trades
But not a master of one
 
I am not perfect
I am not an expert
My life is so simple
I am just average
Hoping someday to be known
Hoping to get recognition
to stuffs I do with love
Adapting to changes
is one great talent I have
Thank God for this
I am living life with ease

A Splendid Knot of Paradoxes

Body of a soldier, mind of scientist, heart of a poet  
What a splendid knot of paradoxes I've become  
 
A perpetual battle between duty, logic and emotion  
Refereed by a wandering and most philosphical soul  
 
Comfortable in black tie, combat fatigues, or cut off denim  
I completely deny being stereotyped, defined, or placed in a box  
 
Opening doors for my lady, then later swatting her ass  
I can be tender and gentle, or wicked and kinky  
 
Polar extremes also define my music, decidedly eclectic  
Listening to Mozart, Klugh, Bowie, or Keith  
 
At home in the kitchen, or grilling out back  
Cooking is but one of my many passions that bring me true joy  
 
Another is writing, whether dabbling in poetry or crafting prose  
This unrelenting need to express a most defining aspect  
 
Yes, I've travel the globe, some for country, the rest for self  
Most places I'd return, a few I would not, yet still so much more to see  
 
Many people think they know me, have figured me out  
Although they've only barely scratched the rusty surface  
 
That is with one exception, a certain bunny who loves her bear  
Knows and guards his secrets, loves his precious spirit  
 
You see, she's shared my journeys, the many ups and downs  
Bringing out the best, while accepting the worst of this pensive but flawed man  
 
Being the only one who gets me and with loving, caring hands  
Can untie this tangled knot of paradoxes, setting me free

I'm not fearless, but I fear less,
than I did 10yrs ago.
I have grown...slowly...so slow.
I have gotten better, but is not cured.
My life is a hoax.
The weak becomes the brave.
I think I play a role, the silent type,
I wait for heads to roll, so my true self may emerge.
Why have I sat back all my life?
Time told me, he waits for no one.
Now I swiftly chase after my dreams, after my thoughts, after poetry.

Looking back, was never so easy,
Especially when admit was so cozy,
Time ran so fast, didn’t allowed a breather,
Never really understood, why they treated me with feather.

Clinging to past, few ones remembered,
Those were d ones before whom I never crumbled,
What exactly happened, no one will ever come to know,
Amazed, surprised, was me very soon become foe,

I guess confused you are, with beginning and end,
Let me take you to path, which has its own bend,
It all started when I was young, and initial was phase,
Who would have thought that it was starting of maze?

As any other rookie, done all the stuff as it came to me,
Probably this was reason which caused all stymies,
Then came era, which witnessed downfall as a professional,
Erroneous was work, low was spirit, eventually turn out to be tensional,

Things were changing, not so favorable, but few things were helpful,
Understood trivia, n realized that beautiful countenance was actually baneful,
Bewildered about how should I react,
However, need of an hour was to act,

Before I could do so came a day, worst was experience, can never forget same,
Never ever imagined that some day my life will be such tame,
Nothing last permanent, aware was I of this section,
That’s exactly happened, when Out of blues, GOD flower his grace with benediction,

Period become spectacular, people who use to curse,
Same were they? Took u turn n Tuned themselves to nurse,
But all it was bit too late, firmed I was come what may,
Decided to leave, moving on with life, acted against advice that I could have sway,

I have two that best describe the me I be

Me

Teased as a child the foundation was built
Rejection was next increasing my guilt
unloved was the feeling left in my head
troubled was my life filled with dread


and

Am I






They call me a freak
They say that I'm Strange
They want me to conform
They tell me to change.

The thoughts, ideas,
and feelings I hold dear
In order to be like them
and remove all their fear

For that which cannot be
explained or defined
must either be destroyed
explained or confined

To live by their rules
and not cause alarm
Just increases my anguish
causing emotional harm

Don't try to be me
just learn to accept
Then you'll be free
and become more adept

At seeing past things
you might want to change
To leave things alone
and not rearange

It's London, cold and foggy
He can't tell what woke him, maybe it was the sound of foxes
He thinks as he looks out, thoughts groggy, past the condensation, and starts to wander at life's paradoxes. At least it's not York for gods sakes, But it's no New York, what a difference the 'new' makes,  he thinks as he starts to wake, marvelling at his own powers of observation. But what a difference the view would make!

Coffee clearing the cobwebs from his mind, as his hand wipes the frozen ones from his car, preparing for the daily grind. Thinking on what surprises the day may bring, looking forward to discovering something to make his thoughts sing. Something to help him leave the everyday behind

Would life still be so dreary, if he lived in a place he found exotic? Or is it just fantasy, wishful thinking because he thinks  paris is somehow erotic? It would probably still be abject misery, painfully mundane and would still set his heart to sinking

He wants to express himself, but he just can't seem to find the words
Inspiration strikes, but it's not something he likes. He's just not got anything to say, he only wanted to set himself apart from the hungry herds, and have something nobody can take away