Who Am I?

A poem of internal searching...

Who is she?

Who is this girl sitting with pen and paper,

Writing words of her own,

and words of others?

Who is she?

She who spies on conversations,

writes her depressions,

using words of rhyme and death mixed with passion

She is I.

I am a writer,

I am a poet,

I am human like you.

I breathe...I bleed...I need...

My needs may be different,

Just as yours are from mine.

Who am I?

I search my soul,

You search my eyes and my work

I look for the answer to the question "Who am I"

I have found...

I am a writer,

I am a poet,

I am human like you

I breathe...I bleed...I need...

so...

         Soo... how are we different?

Do I write like you?

No.

Do I talk like you?

No.

Do I feel like you?

No.

Therefore, I am who I am...

I am a unique individual,

I am a poet.

So... Who is she?

She is I

         and you are you

Together, in harmony, we make the world.

Together, in harmony, let us bring peace.

With your words and mine,

This world may be divine.

Who am I?

Who am I?

at times I do not even know...That is me.

I am that girl,

sitting with paper and pen,

Sitting with a blackened rose,

whose stem is full of thorns,

I am that girl,

sitting and cryin' with bleeding fingers.

Drip...

Drop...

Blood flows as life does...

Do you feel it?

Can you touch it?

Do you feel the soul of yourself dripping in your blood?

I do...That is who I am... I am my soul-- waiting to be set free.

Reviews

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Great write - to ponder who we are in relation to others truly is a hard thing to do. You have expressed this simply and elegantly. Thank you to S.P. Vaporis for sharing this with me. I truly enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself in this wonderful work.
Light,
Siddartha

[The Elder Pine]

You are very ight about life being jumpy, and I like how you echo that jumpyness in your piece.

"I look for the answer to the question "Who am I"

I have found...

I am a writer,

I am a poet,

I am human like you

I breathe...I bleed...I need...'

I love these lines, they really show who you are and the sense of indent and individuality you have.
Well though out and well done.

[Leslie Thompson]

the realness of this piece can not be measured.......great write

[Stacey Allison]

I really enjoyed reading this and seeing some of myself in it. I like that its a relatable piece yet different at the same time. Good job.

[Jd Young]

I like it. The mood of the poem reflects the jumpiness of the words. this reminds a bit of Ellen Hopkins writing style which I'm working on adapting my own style from. I like this poem, very free, very rich. I feel as though this girl is taking a breath of the environment around her. Beautiful.

[angelina neves]

And you are much more! You are an enteire UNIVERSE! :) Lovely!

[~ Tex]

True - for us, life has no foreseeable template; one does exist for us, but we are only gifted with hindsight, not foresight.

And as we don't truly know for certain what is around each and every moment's corner of our life, why then should poetry, or any writing, be anymore predictable.

The truth is, we are who and what we are in that moment, and life is too busy and too distracting with our job, families, DVR, DVD, PSP, PS2, Wii, XBox 360, iPhone, IM, text messaging life for us to know who or what we are.

We make an educated guess... or maybe an uneducated guess, but it's a guess nonetheless...

...and we try... we try to know ourselves and to be what we envision ourselves to be.

There comes a moment when we all know who we are... sadly, it is in that instant that Death comes to take us from our earthly bodies and deliver us across the divide to the next life, after life or no life... depending on what you choose to believe in... which again, goes to who you are or want to be.

I think you can tell a great deal about people more by their beliefs than their goals. Their beliefs will determine how they live and that is a bit sad because as we look around at so many unhappy people, we are saddened by the realizations of what we think we know others to believe or not believe in.

My, my, how life does further complicate as we begin to explore who we are... only to realize that we are a product of more than who we want to be.

I choose to belief in the afterlife... in a Heaven. My rationale beyond faith is based on an analogy that came to mind after going to Las Vegas...

If we choose to believe in something good, such as Heaven or each other, then we live in happiness and hold onto Hope.

If in the end, there is no Heaven or we disappoint each other, then we have lived in happiness and Hope... and there simply is nothing now...

...but before there was nothingness, we had happiness and Hope.

For those who choose to believe in nothing or no one, then that is what they have... nothing and no one... and their lives are empty searches for something to fill them up with boundless joy.

I know, because I've seen it, lived it.... been there and discovered there was no T-shirt! Now that is pure hell, eh?!?!? LOL

So your work here is really quite marvelous because you set out upon an exploration that you awoke that day not knowing you would embark upon.

And then you chose to share it... your work... and thus yourself, with the entire planet... or just under 18,000 other writers at the moment... but who span the globe, and thus, the entire planet.

I didn't expect to read your poem because before it unexpectedly crossed my screen here in Dallas, I did not know that it or you existed.

So it and you were unexpected.... a pleasant unexpectedness in my life.

And the best part about it?

I didn't know the ending....
...couldn't predict the ending....
...and couldn't skip ahead to the end without losing the whole story.

If all that mattered was the beginning and end in this world, then our lives would be filled with pictureless frames...

...a frame is a frame is a frame.

Today, I found a picture that deserved a beautiful frame... a work of love and art...

....a work that required no frame.

Perhaps none of that helps you write, but I suspect after reading your poem, that it brings a warm fuzziness and a smile to your heart that will unlock your next great write.... because this review, until you started reading it, was unexpected and not a part of you or your life... and now it is... and it basically says, "Get out the trampoline and jump higher!"

Wonderful work... it made me think and led me to write more than "nice work" - so you accomplished what a writer wants - you affected your reader's life.

Well done!

[imm's place]

powerfully and perfectly written and expressed, mary

[G. Harrison Quay]

Very simply, yet insightfully done. It is difficult to look deep inside, past the various masks in place for the various areas of our lives and find who we truly are.
No, Penny, you don't think like a lot of other people, maybe even most other people, But, I, for one love the way you do think. And the way you express those thought. Keep thinking differently!

[Kristy]

nice poem. very out there and its touchy for one thats not smooth...Thumps up.

[Chelsea L. Ellsworth]

O.o i enjoyed reading it. and i enjoy what it's based on. I think it was flowing....but my brain thinks differently form others..yay! oh by the way great job on it.(having sooo many problems spelling "very" i want a spell it with an r in stead.) hehee