"What am I?"
What am I?
I am a burden,
Loading you with depression,
Dragging us both down against our wills.
And yet you cling to me desperately,
Keeping our heads above the water,
A hope to my despair.
What am I?
I am fickle,
Changing my ways and my mood,
Slipping into them like a dress,
And sometimes it's a tight fit.
But you're there, standing patiently
With a hanger at the ready,
In case you think that mood doesn't suit me.
What am I?
I am young,
My naievete impairs my judgement,
And I make choices I wouldn't normally,
Leading myself astray.
But then I see the light of your lantern ahead of me,
And I find my way back to you,
And to sense.
What am I?
I am me,
A writhing mass of self-loathing,
An insecure, rejection-phobe.
Lifting you up as I drag myself down,
Caring for you more than I care for myself.
And I see you standing up so high,
As you turn, you smile down at me,
And I find myself rising up to join you.
So I've finally realized what I am,
Both to myself,
And you.
What am I?
I am yours.
Just a question I was trying to answer. Then I started thinking too much and wasted my time writing this. Whoops. You should never leave me alone with myself for too long.
What am I?
I am a burden,
Loading you with depression,
Dragging us both down against our wills.
And yet you cling to me desperately,
Keeping our heads above the water,
A hope to my despair.
What am I?
I am fickle,
Changing my ways and my mood,
Slipping into them like a dress,
And sometimes it's a tight fit.
But you're there, standing patiently
With a hanger at the ready,
In case you think that mood doesn't suit me.
What am I?
I am young,
My naievete impairs my judgement,
And I make choices I wouldn't normally,
Leading myself astray.
But then I see the light of your lantern ahead of me,
And I find my way back to you,
And to sense.
What am I?
I am me,
A writhing mass of self-loathing,
An insecure, rejection-phobe.
Lifting you up as I drag myself down,
Caring for you more than I care for myself.
And I see you standing up so high,
As you turn, you smile down at me,
And I find myself rising up to join you.
So I've finally realized what I am,
Both to myself,
And you.
What am I?
I am yours.
Just a question I was trying to answer. Then I started thinking too much and wasted my time writing this. Whoops. You should never leave me alone with myself for too long.
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Re: What am I?
Sun, February 26, 2006 - 10:53 AMThat was a very deep thought. It describes so many people and the people who are there for them
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Being me
Wed, August 16, 2006 - 1:12 PMbeing me
I am warrior
I will fight to the very end of the battle giving all I have in every swing. I will behead the enemy and hold up his head in victory if he has harmed my friends or family. I will travel barefoot to the ends of the earth for the things I love. I study strategy and display honor. For this I am warrior.
I am king
I rule and govern a small piece of territory. Being the sole provider for this place and keeping maintenance. I have a chair which I call throne and a crown made of wool. Constantly searching for a Queen in a land full of harlots and fair maidens. I uphold my family name with pride and respect. For this I am king.
I am mixed
The son of a distinguished, organized and focused afro-american father and a free spirited, immensely loving and creative mother of norwegian decent. Because of my step father and uncles I have been raised with some traditional italian heratige (especially the food). Where I grew up I was exposed to a lot of latin influence and picked up an understanding of that culture. For this I am mixed.
I am art
Everything I see is art to me, It manifests itself on a daily basis. I try everyday to absorb the elements around me the seem the most interesting and keep them till I can project them on a canvas of some sort. Music affects me emotionally and has the tendancy to become visual, as sometimes my visual art creates the Idea of sounds, tones and pad textures. I see movement in color and feel the temperature of shades. For this I am art.
I am alien
I think in patterns of the abstract and not of this earth. Even those very close to me are kept at a distance at times. I spend a lot of time trying to find my way back to the reality of earth. My friends tend to be some of the strangest creatures in the universe. I enjoy being really, really different and unusual. I speak and write in languages not of this planet. For this I am alien.
I am light
My growth is partial to the sun, It gives me energy. I find myself collecting the light emitted from other souls and reflecting it back to others. In a dark room I can see clearly. When growing up I can remember my mother constantly reminding me to shine. One of my closest friends is often referred to as the Sun. Every chance I get I illuminate the colors of the world to the fullest as a presentation. For this I am light.
I am darkness
My most favorite place is a dark room. I often hang out in the shadows and badly lit alleys. I enjoy really dark music and films. My mind is often clouded with dismal thoughts. My favorite shade is black because of its dominance over everything. Many times I have been told that my personal works of art are of a dark nature. For this I am darkness.
