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Spark Your Creativity # 16 (This is Me Poem)
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Hi Beth, you seemed like a fun person when I read your intro and some posts. Now I see, from this playful poem, you have a lot of talent as well. I very much look forward to more of your work.
Thank-you Terrence ... I'd much rather be fun than annoying ... altho I've been known to be both ... and thank-you for your compliment on my poem.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mysty
I guess I make mistakes aplenty
could be because I am no longer twenty?
I begin to ponder my mortality
and often wonder if I will be a fatality.
I am often truculently disposed
to argue right from wrong, I chose
to listen only to my heart
and have answers stored so I don't come apart.
I am stubborn when I know I am right,
this happens often when I fight
that folks begin to learn
the way my mind turns and churns.
I often want to have my own way
because I am tired of following everyone else's say.
When is it going to be my turn
for all the ease of life ,by now, I should have earned.
Yeah sometimes I feel really greedy
and lonely and tired and awful needy.
And sometimes I am wise beyond my years
it shows during the quiet of my lonely tears.
This here is my alter ego..... and it is the 20 lines requested. Was fun to do and there are soooo many great poems in here despite being over 20 lines. I have enjoyed them all ... Nomad your work is sure maturing ... Me thinks you have come into your own hon.... Awesome work lately. Mango and JolieH and Kit and Miss C .... Everyone really Awesome writes and Thank you all for the wonderful peeks into You.
Love Mysty
Mysty ... I totally missed your poem when I posted mine. It's very lovely ... alter ego, eh? I think you sound like a normal person ... whatever normal is ...
Anger buried deep inside, created scars inside and out.
A childhood of pain and hidden secrets had me wishing for love.
Tender soul wounded deep, mirrors reflected the pain inside.
A lifetime of pain and sorrow covered what was really there.
Accusations generated threats, pushed a gentle mind into chaos.
Please don’t touch, don’t speak, don’t look at me, you’re not safe!
Were words which couldn’t be spoken, so they couldn’t be heard.
Ten years of terror, locked in a depression so deep, no light was seen.
One person lost within that nightmare, had to be defined again.
Who am I now? Who do I want to be? Why should I care about me?
Emotions, dammed up inside, left no tears for my grandson when he died.
One night that dam gave way; ten years of tears took hours to spill.
Who am I now? As before, a lover of words, a dreamer of dreams.
Barriers have been breached, offenses imagined or not, examined.
I know who I am. I look in the mirror and like what I see.
Not weird…unique. Talented, caring, loving, generous. I am me.
Wonderful collection of poems in this thread...I love it!
Nomad
I agree Ms Nomad.....these poems are priceless! Very unique, raw, and very real from the abyss. I thank everyone who posted a "This Is Me" poem and letting us again look into the windows of you.
There's a little girl crying behind sad eyes
and nobody sees through her happy disguise.
There's a demon in the soul of a little girl
and insanity's grip around her thoughts unfurl.
There's a jinx in the blue-black air of night
and a little girl fighting with the last of her might.
There's a disease coursing through a little girl's veins
and she hides her teardrops in December rains.
There's a big cry trapped inside a lonely girl
and a troubled mind in a paranoia swirl.
There's a curse in the soul of the universe
and it's cast on a little girl who couldn't be worse.
There's a god ignoring a little girl's cry
and her tears of hurt are welling in her eye.
There's a little girl dying down deep inside
and a world of strangers to her face that lied.
There's a little girl beat and bruised all alone
and not a single loving voice on the telephone.
There's a silent scream trapped in a little girl's throat
and a society of vultures who do nothing but gloat.
There's a little girl cold and feeling so lost
and she doesn't understand her heartaches cost.
There's an evil lurking in a quiet town
and a little girl being told she's going down.
There's a mother and father forgetting their daughter
and a chance for a normal life getting shorter.
There's a little girl asking why she's hated so
and an echo of voices saying, only you know.
There's a little girl holding onto herself
because she can't get the arms of anyone else.
There's a little girl terrified and crying down deep
and a depressed soul who can't get enough sleep.
There's a little girl missing out on a life of fun
and a tragic story slowly coming undone.
There's an answer in the heart of everyone
and a vicious people hiding it along with her son.
There's a little girl wanting to die today
because of a family who threw her love away.
There's a little girl who seems will never be free
and that little girl is the little girl in me.
A happy face painted on
to hide all other emotions
of anger, fear, or sadness.
Hair tossed back in a ponytail
boyish steps try to show
confidence in this body.
Glasses worn,
closed windows
you need to open
to gaze into
these eyes.
I hide who I am because
it's so much easier being
someone else when I feel
the need to be human.
Tears are shameful,
anger should be buried
in the deepest part of
your soul, never released.
Until it finally flies open
like the cork in a wine bottle.
POP.
You just got a glimpse of
me, without the control.
I need to monitor my
emotions to show
no weakness.