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Why am I missing
When I am here.
Who is this person I see
Standing in my place

finding I often ask myself,
or whoever you are...
who am I..?? where am I..??
what have I become..??

Can someone answer me,
Answer he, she, this entity.
my only constant question...
where have I gone?

How did this happen to me..??
What's that you said?
Wait, you, me, who
I could be you if you are me.

when will this end..??
What's happening now..
Whoever up there,
is there anyone...

for what sins I've done,
all that is wrong of me;
will you forgive me
answer my plea and...

Please let me go.
Let me know
jas Feb 2018
how do you feel?
do they ever ask?
you pass me by and i wonder where we stand
am i okay?
how can i ever face..
my demons

did you sleep good?
(without the nightmares living in my head)
i'd say i slept as good as i may in a bed

have you ate?
I've had way much more than i can handle on my plate
so no thanks

who even cares?
if not you than me
is life ever fair?

questions running in my head
if i don't feel alive does that mean im dead?
wondering who cares and who don't
Ann Marie Peña Feb 2018
Apparently nowadays
What you have makes you who you are.
Arlene Corwin Feb 2018
Every 4 years I post this, hoping that the message, although lighthearted, will come forth.

             The Doped Olympics

Why don’t they simply create a new branch
And call it the Doped Olympics?
By the laws of semantics
It soon would come into the language, legitimized:
Youth forgets past.
Soon the word would have lost its original shame,
While the name of the game
Would be guilt-free and blame-free,
And those who would qualify
Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.
If they dropped dead at forty
At least they’d have entertained millions,
Fulfilled their ambitions,
Made lots of folk rich
And set records untold.
Let those few or many spend hours in training;
Let chemists develop concoctions so new
That the pole-vaulter flies,
The sprinter’s a jaguar,
The shot put is sent into orbits of space,
The long jumper jumps twenty meters
While men become fierce
And the women grow beards,
Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.
A yes to the ***** Doped Games.

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016  Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
Especially aimed at those who dope themselves, yet want to compete
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
You may know, who I am    
I only know, who I’m not
    
Nothing else matters.
Theme: Lost in transition.
Maybe if I carve my adjectives
Into the very walls that keep you safe
You will finally see me
Since each and every one of you
Seems to have forgotten
Who the **** I am
Perhaps then
You will pass me by
With lips sewn shut
And keep your eyes down
Like good boys
You've gotten me
Angry
Vengeful
Vain
Viscious
So paint that on the inside
Of your glass ******* houses
And use it for target practice
Just know
If I hear one more word from your lips
I'll cut out your vocal cords
And use them to string my
Holy Lyre
To play you sweet songs
About beautiful golden silence
Then perhaps you will learn
That I am not one to be
Whispered about
Maybe you will remember
Who the **** you're standing before
I haven't changed
You've just *forgotten
Lylock Feb 2018
It's all in the brain
Pain and whatever
It's just your brain
Telling

Who? You
That seems stupid
But who am I
If not my brain

Don't tell me
I'm a walking paradox
Brain?
Shower thoughts...
Maria Etre Feb 2018
I lost
myself
in the me's
that have clothed
me through these
30 years

How can you love "you"
knowing there are
so many?
Mama earth Feb 2018
Not everything requires words
Feel and B true
U will find U
Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can't do anything.
-Brooke Allison Ilene Anselment©️®️
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