#impostor
I am
Somewhere
Under the sun
Maybe beyond
Far away
Fly away
Find me
Somewhere
I am
Everywhere
Under the sun
Through the beyond
Close and far
Hopeless heart
Love me
Everywhere
I am
Nowhere
Under the sun
Never beyond
Not here
Nor there
See me
Nowhere
I am
Me
Under no suns
Far beyond
Never myself
Always someone else
I'm hiding
Me
Somewhere and Everywhere and Nowhere.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC
Do you ever just feel,
Not as in if you’re hurt,
Or something.
But as if you’re…
Another–?
Another being?
Crazy, isn’t it?
The feeling of being another entity.
I mean–
You’re yourself, far as one can see.
To them you’re there–
The eyes, nose, ears, lips
But in your mirror,
That image in your head flips.
Devoid.
A black, empty void.
Your body feels numb.
Static in the arms, the mind.
Consuming from the inside out.
It swallows hope, it swallows doubt.
The mind divides,
The conscience slides,
Until it’s the one who defines.
So tell me—
When you look in the glass tomorrow,
Who is the one blinking?
Who is the one breathing?
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
The poets I saw—
the ones they envied,
clean-cut skill,
perfect in articulation.
Lips of orators,
Shakespearean quills—
bequeathed to their palms,
riddle-rs.
They pen on how to change generations,
gain the strength of bulls,
surf tsunamis,
**** racism.
The poets I saw—
I can't unlatch their shoes.
I only type as I wait
for my soup to cool,
with a tear and a red cheek.
I only write
to simmer the screams
in my head.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC
Repost: true story appeal.
A mothers plee: Let my children go.
and come to me.
USA FBI ( RDDBBA)
Appeal to the powerful wealthiest.
Save my children and grandkids
Our enemies noone is above the law
The evil doer criminals hide their crimes
Assassination of character their banners.
Dear daughters anyone who lies about mother
Pin it on them they are the culprit.
~~~
Destroying enemies of my grown kids
Protection prayer for the crown jewels
of heroic amazing Moms
Fir a lifetime Mom BBA victim of hate crime in LA by a group of racist haters.
Prayer for justice and freedom against
false friends who lie divide to Maine to **** covertly so.
Assassinating heroic Mom's character and her lovely
Offspring; Ellen Ch,
Rose Abrecht Jeanette Moreen W
(in LA CA( Illinois TJ.Mexico
~~
Destruction of impostor mothers wannabees
Who Maine hurt play with babies lives newborn and hunt down stalk years and years
To pin their evil doing on their
amazing successful heroic survivor
Mother, grandmother (BBA®DD-jpc-AA)
The unprovoqued enemies of my motherhood
© God of my praise, don’t remain silent,®
for the wicked have opened their devilish mouth of deceit against us.
They have spoken to my family with a lying tongue.
They have also surrounded me with words of hatred, they use harrass my young grown children.
continually fightt against me without a cause
.
In return for my love my silence, my enemies
are my adversaries;
but I am in prayer.
They have rewarded me evil for good,
and hatred for my motherly triumphant love.
Set a wicked man over them who falsely accuse me human traffickers i had escaped from.
Let an adversary stand at his their right hand.
When ***** is judged, let our enemies come out guilty.
Let my kid's false friends their prayer
be turned into sin and medical tampering
malignant medical frauds turn on against them all.
Let our deadly enemies days be few.
Let another take their twisted offices.
Let the enemy's children also be stolen and become fatherless,
and the false mothers, evil wives suddenly be a widow.
Let his children be wandering beggars.
Let them be hunted down from their ruins.
Let the creditor seize all our enemies have illegitimatedly acquired.
Let strangers plunder the fruit of all their twisted labor.
Let there be no one to extend kindness to any of them,
neither let there be anyone to have pity on his fatherless children.
Let his posterity be cut off.
In the generation following let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by the LORD.
Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.
Let them be before the LORD continually,
that he may cut off their memory from the earth;
because they didn’t remember to show any kindness no mercy,
but persecuted the poor and needy mother struggling to survive all alone,
broken in heart, to **** her.
Yes, they loved cursing, and it came to them.
They didn’t delight in blessing, and it was far from them
They clothed themselves also with cursing as with their only garment.
Evil came into his inward parts like water,
like oil into his bones.
Let it be to them as the clothing with which they cover himself,
for the belt that is always around them.
This is the reward of and to my adversaries from the LORD omnipresent,
of those who speak evil against our soul.
~
But deal with me, GOD the Lord,† for your name’s sake,
because your loving kindness is good, deliver me;
Deliver my children and grandkids hide us from the evil doer in medical uniforms
They maime ****** make it look like accident
Not to avert the authority
of our impending death they trash our medical records.
Lord almighty I am poor and needy God Jesus.
My heart is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow.
I am shaken off like a locus
My heart is wounded within me have mercy I'm innocent.
I fade away like an evening shadow I been victimized by those who cover their many crines against me.
I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees are weak through fasting.lbI am a sage lord.
My body is thin and lacks fat.
I have also become a reproach to them.
When they see me, they shake their head, feed and inject my family poisons.
Help me, LORD, my God.
Save us according to your loving kindness;
that they may know that this is only your hand;
that you, LORD, have done it.
They may curse, but you bless.
When they arise, they will be shamed,
but your servant shall rejoice.
Let my adversaries be clothed with their own dishonor.
Let them cover themselves with their own shameful sins as with a robe.
I will give great thanks to the LORD with my mouth.
Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy,
to save us from those who judge our humble loving soul.
~~~~
A repost:Biblical truth
All Rights on the personal notation
By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
for and and with Karijinbba
~
May 6, 2023
May 6, 2023 at 12:33 PM UTC
Each one of us are suspect
The trick is how are we going to connect
For which we aim victory and do teamwork
But betrayed by the low ping of network
Choose room if it is public or private
Use map for the ship to navigate
Impostors sneaked up on a vent
Took a moment to **** the innocent
It's where we learn to pretend
Laugh 'til the end,
Learn for yourself to defend
Be wise for which your victory depend
Call emergency meetings to discuss
One of us will be eliminated
Five, Four, Three, Two, One SHHHHHHH!
you disconnected
http://stalwartdull-thoughts.blogspot.com/2020/09/among-us.html
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
A detective woke up from a deep slumber
To only get a glimpse of his wife
Bathing in her own blood, lifeless
It was truly a ghastly sight
Stunned by what he saw
It took him a long time to comprehend
And when he did
He weeped and mourned
He ought to bring her justice
A million questions
A thousand interrogations
Hundreds of suspects
Numerous clues
Time passed by
And the culprit hasn't been caught
Fraustration ate him
And he screamed curses into the abyss in vexation
The day finally came
He now knew who it was
He knew who the monster was
He miscalculated everything
The culprit is starting at his soul
With ****** hands and a devilish smirk
"Good job" it whispered to him
As he started at the reflection of himself
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 4:12 AM UTC
you are not an impostor
**** those bastardly sons of ******* you are not an impostor
i know that you curl your toes under your shoes
hold your breath before you speak
check your laces twice before you step
out on tightrope 8 miles above ground
when you swallow a sentence and chase it with whiskey
trying not to choke on the sharp edges of “not enough”
your stomach bile will vault through your esophagus
in perfect lingual trapeze
stick the landing with ease and say ta da
say everything except what you need
when you rise from your knees
those itchy words will drop
into the soul of your shoes
with which you curl your toes
hold your breath
and check your laces twice before you remember
that you are not an impostor
in front of you are jesters and clowns
and a circus of whistles, bells, and frozen sounds
your shoes will grow three ******* sizes
because a) the grinch ain’t got **** on you and
b) you can do the Charlie Brown to space funk and
see(c) that you have all the room in the world to move your feet
tumble from your tight rope
let the people around you string together bridges and safety nets
go out to the carnival and win some bottle caps
take the stuffed version of you from the prize rack
and sleep well with it at night
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
'Fake it till you make it', I'm told
As I tremble under the weight of fear
It's a warm statement, yet one so cold
What do I fake if nothing's clear?
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
I have not felt like myself in a very long time.
Instead of a human being, I feel like
a mass of molasses the color of tar,
swinging with old creaky bones
over the edge of a bed that never gets made;
where the sheets pull over the sides
and there's a dip in the middle,
like a hole that was pre-dug in the ground,
waiting for a body to fill the void.
Instead of a student, I feel like
an imposter, walking around in
shoes that are much too big,
typing in notes and little reminders
with fingers that are far too fat and fast;
every click of a button is
ten times too loud, twenty times too disturbing,
and the only thing
that's keeping my senses overloading
from my own **** noise
are my headphones, which die
far too quickly, as if it has also
given up on me.
Instead of a friend, I feel like
a nuisance -- a ratty old thing
that's clinging to whatever affection
is thrown to my general direction;
like a ***** old ragdoll that's just
collecting dust on the shelf,
but no one really wants to throw it out.
Not out of sentimental purposes;
more like they don't want to even touch it,
don't want to have anything to do with it.
Instead of an accomplishment, I feel like
a failure; because all I ever do is start a race
but give up halfway; all I ever say are
affirmatives, never following-through.
I feel like I always just
create more problems the longer I stay,
and even an act of love
rings hollow in my chest,
like the bells of an ancient, empty cathedral
in an abandoned rural town
that has preached of safety and refuge,
but bars the doors closed at the end of every service.
My mother once called me
as beautiful as the moon,
and as radiant as the stars.
But when I look up into the night,
all I can see myself in
is in the black expanse of the empty sky,
and all I want to do is disappear
into that vast nothingness.
Nowhere is better than anywhere I've been.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
"Now please don't ever be gay, wait no please don't ever turn out crazy. If you were gay we'd always accept you, you know that, just please don't. And please don't be crazy you remember your grandmother, I don't think I could bear it."
You know I do it all for you mom.
I hold my tongue
I don't look at the other girls, not like I used to anyways
I lock myself in dark rooms and let the tears fall
I try to be sane
Truth is I'll never really be what you want me to be.
I'm an impostor to a perfect child.
And while I might never be a perfect girl or a perfect daughter,
I'm doing my best.
I might lie awake at night while horrors race though my mind,
and my body might love soft curves,
and I might never be just like you,
but I'm fighting it with all I've got.
And I know that I can never tell you my true nature,
but I do sincerely wish you could see
all I've done to be what you wanted.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
I stand here
beneath the secrets piling over me
at the edge, looking at how I spill out of my own body.
Not able to contain myself.
Not able to restain myself
from looking into the darkness,
from looking into the depth of me
where lies the skeletons of many friendships
and one rare love.
Many managed to stay afloat
not wanting to be a part of me,
knowing what I was.
While I just wanted them to stay
for a moment
to tell me what they knew
tell me what I was.
So that I may not feel
like an impostor in my own life.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
*The place that I run,
And what I run from—
The boundary begins to fade...*
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
I am completely fascinated by humans:
their behavior
their emotions
their desires
their needs
or at least what they believe to be their needs
So fragile and vulnerable
filled with doubt
weighed down by insecurities
finding joy in the unexpected
always surprised by their own accomplishments
struggling with experiences they thought would be easier
but miraculously solving problems
finding ways to get by
making it through another day
My nights are often filled with lucid dreams
where the whole of humanity is contained within a zoo
They are the rare and exotic creatures I came to admire
...but I feel like a human impostor
A sense of paranoia begins to seep in
like the ominous heaviness you feel before a dream becomes a nightmare
I feel as if they've always known I am not one of them
They've known since the day I was born
They've just been playing along
until someday when my suspicions of self will be confirmed
Maybe that's what death is - the big reveal
Maybe this is how every human feels
Maybe I am human after all
I hope I am
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
i can take on anyone
their identities
fabricated personalities
i can look like anyone
a stolen selfie
i can claim to be mine
i can change myself
i'm a stranger
you'll never know
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
Every word's a trap to your lies.
Every thought pushes me down,
***** me into the ground.
My shadow and soul wait,
waiting for you to let me out
from the dark stain of your perfect life.
Blood runs red,
lies run dark.
There's not one spot
that's a spark in this storm.
You put impostor thoughts in me
replacing the ones of healing.
I'm breaking out but of these chains...
but why do you keep dragging me back
into this cell of destruction?
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
I feel like running into the arms of warm grave,
if it weren't for all these people I supposedly saved.
Now looking at me with their accusatory stares,
looks of "How dare you emotionally sway,
from the hopes and words that convinced us to stay!"
What if you find that I'm wrong;
that these are not real songs,
and that I don't belong?
I'm sorry.
Compared to other heroes, I'm not nearly as strong.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC