#narcissus
Did Narcissus see me
When looking at the lake?
Did he fall in love
With my reflection in the water?
And when the lake spoke to him
Did he hear my voice?
Or was Narcissus too focused
On my beautiful eyes?
I am certain it was me.
Who else could it be?
It is me he couldn't bear to live without
When he let the water take him.
It is me who grew right beside that lake
Hearing his cries for eternity.
Who's there?
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
Narcissist or a momma's boy
Washed up dreams like you had no choice
Frat house friends who don't make no noise
Drinking iced coffee while you keep avoidin'
Avoiding, avoiding your mood in the morning
Oh yeah, I'm annoyed, 'cause you said I'm important
You said I was filling your void out of boredom
I said that I would, oh, I gave you a warning that
I can't be your iced-coffee dream girl, dream girl
I can't be your call-me-to-feel girl, feel girl
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
Once I loved in the span of
sand-like seconds,
grains of time
slipping
out of my clutching fingers,
into the yawning abyss of hazy memory.
And every now and again,
a faint Echo sounds out from down there,
and Narcissus wakes,
quakes,
and drowns out her scream,
with the dying light
of my dreams.
'Me.'
'It's all me now.' he smiles,
as he sits in a deceptive shallow,
oblivious to the scars
on his back.
Oh, I know, reflection - I know.
But once, I loved.
Once.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
I am black with love
neither boy nor nightingale
intact as a flower
I yearn without desire.
I arose amid violets
at the day’s first light,
sang a song forgotten
in the unchanging night.
I said to myself: “Narcissus!”
and a spirit with my face
darkened the grass
with the glow of his curls.
by Pier Paolo Pasolini
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 10:57 AM UTC
Crippled inaction
is the fear I'll fail at asking her out
when the moment comes up
or the fear that it will all work out but
it won't feel like enough
Same story for doing my laundry
Same story for writing songs and getting them out
Narcissist that knows he
could be Emperor if he gave it his all
But knees buckle at the thought
of those peons and
what they're saying 'bout me
in their decrees
These bouts, these bouts,
these bouts
Let's run to Nothingness
don't get off the couch
Let's run to mundane business
Everyday I scrub these floors
and someday I'll see us in them
___________________________________
arm around shoulder
the sparkle in your eye
reflected back at me, me, me
You're the sing-song voice of my other
Even though I heard you say no words
I just finished the story I started
the first time we caught eyes, eyes, eyes
They feel like grapes and your
spaghetti hair sure feels like brains
so can I ask you something?
Cause I don't know you enough
to say I'm not a fan but life's too short so
can we shatter some distance?
Like, "Hey I'm not too partial on pasta and sauce
but I sure would like to chat and canoodle on the couch."
Lazy eyes find the forest in your perfect ones
No more mistaken for trees, trees, trees
We're all firmly in this world
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 7:57 PM UTC
I burn
beautifully
in the fires of vanity.
Got lost
in my own reflection
on the frozen food doors—
there I was,
lined up with the rest
of the products on ice:
three fifty-nine
for four egg rolls,
six twenty-nine
for frozen bread dough,
six ninety-nine
for wild blueberries.
Superimposed,
my long mug
trying its best
to blend in.
My forehead says
I’m three ninety-nine,
but my solar plexus
clearly marks me
at five fifty-nine.
However,
my **** is, apparently,
on clearance,
reduced by thirty percent,
and
going for a buck nineteen.
At the end of the aisle,
an old lady eyes my biscuits,
rattling her coin purse
like she’s about to
roll a Yahtzee.
I flick my gaze
back to the glass
and my own ghostly image.
What did I
come here for
again?
May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
O fair Helena descending-
How could you not look at me?
You were once Narcissus in the meadow;
Kissing the soil-
Blooming with lavenders-
Basking in the afternoon sun-
Where did all your sunshine go?
Your blurry reflection-
of somberness;
heavy eyes;
calloused hands;
disheveled hair;
timid air-
Dismayed the goddess in you.
Faded golden lyre;
Withered Pierian roses;
Crushed altar of flame;
Mortal madness!
Ascend back to the divines-
Depart from this mortal coil;
Be the Narcissus in the meadow.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
*
*She who give what's due
Broken echos reach her ears
Pool entraps his gaze*
*
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 4:07 AM UTC
a bucket full of withered roses
two repeated sentences —
both still lingered in the room
Echo repeating:
he loves me
he loves me not
she was not heard
another unrequited love
in the midst of a stillness
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 2:49 PM UTC
I sometimes think of a girl who wished to die at sea
The sea, I see, which saw her drift away so lifelessly.
Not long ago we had been doomed to die a death in bed
But now the ocean waves careen above our heads instead
She stole my heart, I stole a car, and then just like that we’re gone
We escaped from the hospital, our days spent there were done.
She would not last without her meds and I was getting sick
So to the coast was where to go, and we had to get there quick.
Along the ride, she said to me, in the year two thousand five,
“Looking at all the scenery, it kind of makes you feel alive”
At the beach, we both looked on and made no qualms with death
For there are no prayers to be said if you are out of breath
She smiled at me and I at her, and then it was time to go
She swam out with a happy face, that is all I know
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
When you're immortal
all beauty is left to wilt
except your own reflection,
you can't help but to fall
in love with yourself.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 9:58 AM UTC
Mothers warmth peered over the precipice
Her halo radiating with life
Projecting her color over the lush meadow
Engulfing everything in sight
How angelic, even the flora cry
An ocean blanket of blue and white
On the hillside your scapose body resides
Weighed down by blissful dew
Tipping over to one side.
Admiring that stream lazily flowing by.
Admiring that stream, what is identified?
Admiring that stream lazily flowing by.
Perfection staring, a gaze that seized
Cornas locked eternally
A beauty never before seen
Afraid to break sight, fear of ambrosia running away
Forever you stare
Forever you stare
Forever you stare
Never to look away
Left starving
Left withering
Left to decay
Left as an echo
Never to chase
Left as an echo
Never to embrace
Left as an echo
Your coupe de grace
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Looking across my window
I caught a glimpse of summer in the winter,
With you , gold is all that glitters
Pressing my face against the walls of my chamber,
I could smell your cologne even from a dozen meters
As I make for the silhouette fading like river.
Holding your waist, looking at ur face
Your hair forms a waterfall down your shoulders,
Your lips laced with the nectar of the morning glory,
Feeling the firm tenderness of your breast,
You face lights up , its the first of December,
Your body heals , you are an amber
Again I rise , a phoenix from the dying embers,
Slowly letting myself fall into your aquifer
Making the nights a now and forever
As we reap the fruits of our passion.
Kazer....2018
Tm-Narcissus.... Tm-beast.... Tm-god.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
I know a girl, everyone does.
All she wants is fun.
She won't be having cereal today,
she'll have everything under the sun.
She don't read the paper.
She don't watch no news.
Why would she care about someone elses troubles
if they will never buy her shoes?
She don't need no man.
She don't need no gun.
So many rides to take her there,
she don't walk, much less run.
She's got no time to cry.
She's won't listen to the Blues.
Nothing in the world matters to her,
unless it's something she can use.
She has lots of friends.
She'll dance with them all night.
But she cares not that they ain't real,
cuz she's forever high as a kite.
She don't care about no art,
unless it's something she can wear.
The thing she loves to look at most
is in the mirror there.
She's just loves making trouble.
She's always causing a stir.
But she don't bother about anything in the world,
cuz it revolves around her.
It's almost sad to watch her live her life,
always seeking to ring her own bell.
A living, breathing, girl on a mission
to fill a vacant, soulless shell.
She stares down into her pond, from her big ivory tower.
She'll never be happy and even less so,
as a helpless little flower.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
What I see, I do not love
Imperfections thrive with limitless combinations
How can one view their reflection and fall in love?
It is my eyes that I see first
And I wonder what he’s thinking
Like the Sacred Heart of Jesus painting in my grandmother’s bedroom
I turn my head left and right
And his eyes follow me but this one is in judgment
I find imperfections in his face too
*** for tat
I know that I won’t share the same fate as Narcissus
I can turn away because I know his deficiencies and failures
So, he reminds me everyday
In that other world
In reverse
My twin reflection
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
The water is clear
Unlike my mind.
It's murky, foggy, and
as my hand touches the surface,
It ripples.
Breaking the perfection
And I sigh as my face
reflected back to me
How I wish I could be lovely
Like the setting sun
Or the endless oceans
And I feel my face plunge
Forward into the water.
Struggling to breath underwater
The liquid fills my nostrils
And I've drowned
Like Narcissus
But out of self loathing
Rather than unconditional
self-admiration
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
Don't say it
Oh, don't say it
Saying it changes everything
It's in your hands
The royal flush of my blush skin
You've got the cards to tear all I am from within
May your lust consume from March to June year after year
Before it's much too late for your sick guilt to disappear
All that's said in bed, young nymph lessons, life's not dead
Echo out those ancient stories in my head
Just how I won't say it first
Narcissus can't find the words
Lips so soft and silent
Actions not unspoken
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
You are made of ivory and gold
Your lips could rewrite history
From but a brief touch
You have rewritten me
Yet you remain unchanged
Porcelain, china, marble or gold
You are timeless beauty
Never to know the ages ruin
Or the terror of slowly growing old
Your hands will not wither
Nor your eyes and dreams fade
You will remain as you did
On the day you were truly made
Nigh on twenty you were made
Not born, but made, to you
And since then, to the world you have not changed
Though inside I do not know if this is true
None can penetrate your façade
Your mask of beauty and charm
You will not relinquish your weapon of a silver tongue
As though you fear the whole world means you harm
You do not know how easy you pass
With wit and boyish charm
Against all obstacles you need only smile
And all your enemies are disarmed
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Initially
he thought to
bring sight to the Blind
Desiring OsIris or
Evoke E(see)kiel
But he looked in a mirror
and couldn't see
his self
His mirror
betrayed him
transparent, anti-Narcissus
he was
Now
he feels he has
too much
V i s i o N
his (soughts) self(s)
go in one (thoughts)
eye and (oughts)
out
the other
he, So Self-Aware, scares his mirror
wHEre
Who
(did) you see then
Do now
becoming
tomorrow . . . ?
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC