#doppelganger
I bet someone else
Is so lonely like I am
All by themselves tonight
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
what are we
even doing?
I can't
promise you
anything
I'm leaving,
I have to
do this
I've never
been on my
own before
and I want to
see if I
can do it
I can't be what
you want
me to be
if it's meant
to be
it's meant
to be
I saw your
doppelgänger
at the bar
last night
it's not
that I don't want
to see you,
it's just that
I don't
have time
I would
say we should
grab a beer
and catch up
but
I'm only in
town for
a little bit
and my family
comes first
you could've
reached out
to me too
you know
you have
my number,
I don't
understand
why you
stopped
talking to me?
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
Copycat
A smile
A look
Memorize the colorless dances
Break your different bones to dust
Unless you'd like a taste
Of even bitter pain
(if there is one)
Now I learned
To be your doppelganger
Will you let me in the crowd?
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Doppelgänger
by Michael R. Burch
Here the only anguish
is the bedraggled vetch lying strangled in weeds,
the customary sorrows of the wild persimmons,
the whispered complaints of the stately willow trees
disentangling their fine lank hair,
and what is past.
I find you here, one of many things lost,
that, if we do not recover, will undoubtedly vanish forever ...
now only this unfortunate stone,
this pale, disintegrate mass,
this destiny, this unexpected shiver,
this name we share.
Keywords/Tags: doppelganger, namesake, twin, lookalike, grave, tomb, headstone, inscription, weeds, shiver, recognition, destiny, fate
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
I look like Raffa
(Rafael Benítez, Spanish football manager)
no ****
you put a picture of him next to me
we look like long lost twins
but people don't seem to get
I'm not actually him
vilified by van drivers
builders on scaffolds
through open car windows
"oi Raffa you *****
they don't seem to understand
he wouldn't be walking
carrying shopping
down the high street
I also look a bit like Peter Sutcliffe
but we'll leave it there I think
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 5:04 AM UTC
I would love to be a famous poet
Featured in literature, plagiarised,
Asked for comment, so and so
From somewhere (age) said
Verbatim, 'quotation marks'
To reveal a piece of myself,
Make known my stance on any
Subject, but I'm a van driver
From Essex, all I'm supposed
To talk about is football, which
I hate, though I look like Raffa
Which doesn't help (If you want
to see my face, look at him, my
Italian doppelganger)
I attract abuse,
People come up to me and call me
A ******
For some decision he made,
They're stupid but not actually stupid
Enough to believe Raffa works as a courier
In Essex, are they?
So I sit naked on my bed
Writing bad poetry
Wishing
I was someone else, instead
Of a Raffa alter ego,
A Poet
Who is quoted in literature, plagiarised
Asked for comment,
Someone who mattered and
Was listened to.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Affliction with mental illness beasts sans,
depression, panic/ anxiety
obsessive compulsive disorder
didst for most of my lix splitting life zap
psychological state plagued with
sweaty palms, irritable
bowel syndrome, mind chatter
constantly doth yip and yap,
whereby extensive stretches of time
bore cerebral torture
housing invisible
mailer daemon nemesis wrap
ping entire corporeal to suicidal ideations
to escape once and for all asphyxiating,
gamesomely hectoring imps,
nauseating non-apparent trap
regularly pitching emotional
welfare to and fro,
hither and yon, thence
lashing out at self - summarized
with the non medical term,
yet descriptive word "snap"
though a half dozen medications
(listed as follows) alleviate
sensation akin to feeling
besieged, and pugilistic-ally rapped,
yet (Quetiapine tab 300mg,
Clomipramine cap 50mg,
Fluoxetine cap 40mg,
Fluoxetine cap 20mg,
Busipirone tab 15mg,
and Clonozepam tab 0.5mg)
prior to prescriptive palliatives,
aye experienced
debilitating quality of life, thus I accept
function-able, manageable
unfortunate side effects such,
viz thinning hair,
necessity to take daily nap
abdominal weight gain, where love handles
replaced wash board stomach, adipose tissue
not quite spilling o'er me lap
so in summary burden of proof
no longer tethers Sisyphean rolling rocks
interestingly enough this figurative lid locks
akin to sealing schizoid "Pandora box).
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Somewhere in this world
someone will be writing
this down, word for word.
"A doppelganger of thought,
Wondering what the other looks
like as they expel this on to white.
Words mirroring conciseness.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
The atmosphere is atomised fear
Your cant full of four letters
War decreed and now we bleed
Forgiveness owns two debtors
Just hanging on a hangover
Begin the counterclaims
Each a zeppelin filled with adrenaline
Ready to go up in flames
We've been here before you / I
And this mirrored glass
My ugly reflection devoid of affection
Always a snake in the grass.
Trapped with another violent prisoner
Who torments their cell "mate"
Full of sin but, which would get in
To that approaching pearly gate?
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
I see a little bit of myself in everyone I know
x
But I see so much of me in you
x
I wonder if you see it, too
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
The other me is of the dastardly type.
Quite a ******* really.
The other me likes to stay out all night,
and is awfully fond of drinking.
He says, "Y'know what your problem is?
You spend too much time thinking."
The other me doesn't take advice.
He prefers to make his own way.
He says, "You've gotta stop going with the flow,
and start making some tidal waves."
The other me is good with women,
and often calls me gay.
He says, "You'd might as well be a ****** -
that thing between your legs gets no play."
The other me is restless;
uncouth, rude, and reckless.
He takes over sometimes for days on end,
then leaves me to clean up his messes.
The other me is an *******
with no regard for anyone but himself.
Arrogantly vain,
he puts those who care about him through hell
and drives me completely insane.
Me and the other me got into a fight today.
It started when he told me that I need him.
"Come on man, I mean, honestly.
I'm the only thing keeping you alive right now.
You're nothing without me."
(The other me likes to use the word "harmony."
He says it's a precarious balance.
"Our togetherness is destiny,"
but he'd **** me if I ever gave him the chance.)
So I hit him first when he least expected it.
You see, he'd never expect it from me,
but he laughed when he realized his nose was bleeding,
so I hit him again and he dropped to his knees.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?
I thought we were friends . . ."
Then I leaned in real close and said,
"Stay the **** away during the work week,
and you can have every weekend."
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
**12:52
waiting for the magic
hour of one
so I can creep into
the dawn of my mind
like an uninvited guest
get lured by the labyrinth
of carefully woven thoughts
soak in the irreverence
of muted passions
in the crypt
of my shadow**
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
I know it wasn't actually you
But my heart still jumped
I was excited, and all I could do
Was think about talking to the copy of you
And when I saw her guy
I wished there was something I could do
I know it wasn't you, but my heart knew
I am still in love with you
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC