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

[Touché Armada]

The journey to self discovery to realise in the end its not that important, because everyone is so different, and its so surprising how many people chase after their identity.. Most everyone waiting to be set free, but I think if we took a different angle, most would find they are, but are just to timid to take the reigns and stear their own life,,, other people hardly notice the smaller hiccups, because they wouldnt have a clue if they were intentional or not.

[Barry S. Maltese]

Who are you?! You are a great deal like so very many poets. You are like me, and so many others - an individual. The one thing that seperates us from the normal human being is that we are driven to write. There is a hunger inside that is only satisfied by what we give out. Our souls cry out to be heard, and we have no other choice but to echo their cries to the rest of the world.
You did a great job here. Very enjoyable poem.

[Sean M. Addams]

i like the flow in this .. very unique.. good job on this.

[Pema Dorje]

drip drip, the pen drips with the blood of Soulful yearnings and passionate burnings spill out... writeous write

[None]

Penny,
You bared yourself by being straightforward, which is so beautiful. The message rings of sadness and soul searching, with a little attitude and that's what makes this so enchanting. I especially liked the verse about the rose/thorns/bleeding--how intense! Desolation becomes a delight to read thanks to the way you wrote this poem.

[Carrie Montgomery]

you have a knack for expressing my feelings in words that I wouldnt have thought of myself. Great write.

[Dazed]

wonderfully writen. really enjoyed this one..

[Dwayne Spears]

You hit it right on the head. Nothing matters if we are not willing to bleed for it. Whether it be physically or emotionally. As an artist in several mediums, including carving, I have always said that none of my art is complete until I have stained it with my blood.

[Writeone]

Some interesting emjambment. I would review your end stops. Too much punctuation makes your poem read in a 'jerky' fashion. Be creative consider removing or deleting some of the 'I''s the reader knows who you are talking about. You could cut this poem in half as you say the same thing. Use strong verbs make your thoughts stand up and shout. Play with italics, bolden some of your words.
Your poem will really pop then
bob

[Anastacia Candelaria]

Wonderful poem, I know that I can relate to the feelings written in it. Comparing how I feel and write to others, and learning everyday that each of us is different, and how amazing that is. With out different feelings and different writing styles the world would be very boring. Thank you for posting this and expressing these thoughts so beautifuly