Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Me, She, & Poetry


What we are never changes, but
who we are rearranges
just as often as the seasons change.
I've changed so much, I've forgotten what I am
although I've never even met
the real me at all.
I've fallen so deep, I cant keep track of what I lack
because stacks of disguises pile high
as I go through self destruction
almost every other week,
while I seek for
self foundation.
This daily concentration
leads me Elsewhere.
I mean, where else can I find Me?
I don't even know who She is...

Stop acting like you know Me,
when there's no Me
that has been constructed.
When the definition of
"self"
is published,
copywritten,
with all rights reserved...
that's when you'll deserve

to know She.



Show Me who or what makes Me what I am-
for what I am never changes..
I'd like to stop changing,
stop rearranging
the pieces of me
because I believe I am only ONE piece.
A masterpiece
of "self" - whoever that may be.

...

Dusting my shelves of history now,
the ongoing mystery has evolved,
been solved,
and discovered, uncovering the
"what" that is missing-
I am "what" you make of me...
I am poetry.

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