Self Portrait

Not sure if it's finished or not.

I paint myself a picture

Of what I wished I looked like

Every single time that I

Give in to the ember’s call.

An artist paints reality

So I sculpt my flesh

Without regret

To match my marred spirit.

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

The fact that you are able to grasp enough of who you are to paint a picture of yourself of worlds of words and meanings. You painted that picture, you state it here but then you rewind and state of what it could have looked like. Therefore, the picture you painted wasn't what you wanted to be at that time. You give in but still this is in back of mind, the question of who you really are. You are an artist, a free spirit that will never die. You try and mold and there is nothing wrong with that as we are to CREATE. When you imagine that focal point, you mold - you become. Your spirit is marred but this poem still has underlying tone of healing. Great write. Great expression. Great raw emotion

[Carolann Dowsett]

In the end our flesh often resembles the condition of our spirit whether it is we who sculpt it or the hands of time married by years of abuse. Nice work it spoke to me.

[Nic Murray]

your words are seriously powerful, you make a really strong impact through the way you see yourself, and even better you're almost brutally honest about everything about you and that even with flaws you have no regrets. Flipping awesome!

[John Stussy]

Open and honest is the way to be, got my secrets but what can I say? I is what I is. Thank you for the review, I'm glad you enjoyed my work!

[Starfruitanimal]

"so i sculpt my flesh".. awesome man. i like this one

[John Stussy]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked this piece.

[Damien Davison]

Such an amazing write, I really enjoyed this. You display a great ability to write small pieces, while still wowing the reader. Great poem!

[John Stussy]

Thanks man, I'm glad you enjoyed the read.

[Frieda P]

I think we're all marred and abstract to some extent. I love this self portrait, says a lot your to your character 'without regret'. Bravo.

[John Stussy]

Aye, that we are, everybody's got their scars. I'm glad you liked these little lines.

[That_Girl]

I think it's lovely just as it is. Sometimes the shorter pieces are the most profound, as is with this one here. I thought more of pottery (sort of) as I was reading it. More of you crafting (sculpting) or constructing yourself. Pushing into a different mold. That made no sense... hopefully you know what I mean. Anyways, I love it. :)

Sorry I'm so late in reviewing-- my Subs are effed up.

[John Stussy]

Haha don't worry about it, it wasn't going anywhere. As always, it's a privilege to have your thoughts on my writing. And you do too make sense silly lass.

[KAOlmsted]

I think you can put the stamp on this and send it out...it's done. I love that you start off wanting to paint a picture, but at some point you realize the painting is too real, so you sculpt instead, and in doing so, you sculpt something abstract...we all have regrets; flesh without regret will never be anything but a piece of modern, abstract art...well done, John.

-kimmer

[John Stussy]

Thanks for the awesome review Kimmer, glad you enjoyed this one. And aye, anyone who says they haven't a single regret is a liar, and a poor one at that.

[Ees]

To the point, you get there quickly, though in sculpting, it surely takes longer. This is an interesting poem as it is and it looks finished to me. I enjoy the concept of making the two parts match. Fantastic work here.

[John Stussy]

Thanks for taking the time to read this one. I'm glad you liked it.