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

[Doug]

yeah. sometimes who we are is a mystery, but maybe we are the mystery. maybe the fact that we are searching for who we are makes us who we are. ok. that probably made no sense. just a thought. good write. =]

[Chan]

Contrary to what others might have said, I actually think the flow of your words are good. As you said, life isn't smooth so why should a poem about the life of one be?

I like how you bring forth your vulnerability as a writer and a person in a whole by letting down your guard and showing others that you are who you are, you aren't like anyone else, and you're okay with that.

I commend you. Beautiful.

[Jessica]

I relished in this... I could see you speaking and imagined the girl (you) every time you asked the question. Very thought provoking.

[Jaded Perception]

All I noticed was Perfection. Every word You wrote could have spilled from my own fingertips...Amazing. Dont let anyone tell you how it "should" go". Well you can, but I dont....write what You feel...let it flow...youre on a roll already...change nothing, I love your work!

[Valentine]

Sometime I can feel my soul dripping onto the paper in ink drops but not blood drops..The deep ones that I pour out my soul I have not put on anywhere, hiding my shortcomings perhaps or because at times black poetry can spoil anothers great mood..Nice write,,God bless Valentine

[R J Askew]

Liked this very much, could 'hear' it. Think it would be a great one to read. It has a pace about it and works up some passion. But the main strength for me was the intimacy with the reader. I felt as if you were talking directly to me. I also laughted to myself when you said I am a human!!! So the poem got reactions from me on several levels.

[Kristin]

Wonderful! You are who you are. I love this piece.

[Adam Greenfield]

Don't you love it when the words just force themselves out of you? It's almost like a verbal enima.

I enjoyed this write. There's a lot of strength in it, in each line, even if it does jump around a bit. Like you said, that's just really part of it all, right? Great job Penny. Thanks for sharing.

[Chillbear Latrigue]

"I breathe...I bleed...I need..." I don't know poetry, but this I like this line. Very Rene Descartes.

[Willow Witherstreet]

Lovin' the use of ellipsis!