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a Self-Portrait of Holes In a Story
I am blind to the me others see
while learning to fly and unfade away
within me - beyond me is the fool that never knowed
invisible light exposing the act no one wants to see
shadows hidden from me, uncertain to me
everywhere a sign of truths that i refuse to see
life is an ocean: constant & changing
no end to the flesh of what’s living inside me
never succumb to the one on my shoulder
forgive not forget the man i am no one else knows
i wish i wasn’t me, two faced
see through inner eyes the great unknown
faith in what i don’t believe: a ghost at my door
a grave half-empty under the bridge
emptiness within keeps the weight falling a little shy of it
every Eden has it’s apples beyond walls and bridges
while learning to fly and unfade away
within me - beyond me is the fool that never knowed
invisible light exposing the act no one wants to see
shadows hidden from me, uncertain to me
everywhere a sign of truths that i refuse to see
life is an ocean: constant & changing
no end to the flesh of what’s living inside me
never succumb to the one on my shoulder
forgive not forget the man i am no one else knows
i wish i wasn’t me, two faced
see through inner eyes the great unknown
faith in what i don’t believe: a ghost at my door
a grave half-empty under the bridge
emptiness within keeps the weight falling a little shy of it
every Eden has it’s apples beyond walls and bridges
Published 19th Sep 2012
| Edited 17th Jul 2018
Author's Note
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/296044-moving-forward/
Created from the titles of my introspective self poems to date. JJ
Created from the titles of my introspective self poems to date. JJ
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19th Sep 2012 6:25pm
I coulda sworn I posted this poem before, but maybe I didn't because it is more of an experimental poem, built on the titles of my introspective/self-poems. jj
19th Sep 2012 7:48pm
19th Sep 2012 10:02pm
Anonymous
19th Sep 2012 8:11pm
Are you looking at the back of the mirror? The side that is black, cold and blank. That would explain the negative of this poem about yourself. Step around to the other side. It is much brighter and positive. :)
OH FG! You must not have read the note i posted under it. It is built from poem titles. I just arranged them in a way to create a new poem. I actually did this a while back and for some reason I never posted it. But thanks for commenting. I thought I was being very cleavor by making a poem out of the titles of my other introspective poems, but didn't realize it gave off s negative vibe. I probably didn't post it because it's not truly a poem, at least not by my normal definition, but I was doing an update for my book "Seeds and Weeds" and needed a poem to fill in an empty page so the rest of the book would stay in the same set-up, and I went looking for this poem to add it. I couldn't find it on the site, so I had to dig it up from my archives. Maybe I should have left it in there and just wrote a short poem to fill in the blank page. Oh well, I still think it works as a poem. I even added a line with two new poem titles that i hadn't written at the time I originally put this together. Even the title is an infusion of two other poem titles...
My My My Ya just can;t please some critics! lololol!!!
jj
My My My Ya just can;t please some critics! lololol!!!
jj
Anonymous
20th Sep 2012 4:23am
LMAO!!!! I got ya. :)It's a great poem. It was just me being me. Brat!!!
20th Sep 2012 00:11am
I almost think you wrote it for my competition Threshold of Eden. Its very expressive, I think, more than most: and I do follow all of your writings.
Thanks for commenting Grace, and send me a link to the comp you are talking about, maybe it will jog my memory... jj
