#personalities
everything has changed and you ? a stranger for it
rapid construction with matter en vogue or on hand
and you flirt thru a portfolio of guest incarnations
like a japery
we experiment with death when we (breath-catches-breath)
recreate this fast
and disregard past experience
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
I don't know what to call this
A peom or rambling
Maybe more of ranting
I wanna be soft and sturdy like...
Be strong like...
Be compassionate like...
Be independent like...
Put my foot down like...
Be nice like...
But he did say
I'm unapologetical for who I am
Or what I stand for
Mostly caught between
Being nice and being me
Saying no and smiling
But I can be both
Maybe I am both
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
Falling in love; well at least falling for the person- the narrative
of our love, a romance narrated from a distance — seen in third
person. You’re the third person I find myself whispering, “I love
you,” sharing so much about myself, sharing so much that it
aches to be so personal.
Sometimes my words disappear under your breath; I’m fading
away, and not feeling as myself; no longer existing as a person-
_impersonal._
I catch glimpses of uncertainty in your eyes, and I sense that my
many personalities can be overwhelming- please don’t take it so
personal. You sometimes feel diminished in their presence, as if
you’re non-personal
Yet, as the day draws to a close, my greatest desire remains:
to know you deeply and to call you, my person.
Nov 14, 2024
Nov 14, 2024 at 2:54 PM UTC
I found a
Broken
Piece of a
Puzzle
And it
Fits
My
Chaos...
Perfectly
Belonging
In my
Universe
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 11:30 AM UTC
The universe makes random jokes
Like, to know me is a curse
My personalities make it worse.
The introvert in me is ugly painted with gloomy clouds, stalking demons in the alley loves to mourn as a firstborn sick With numb eyes flick,
tears don't exist anymore.
The extrovert in me is silly painted with colours people never been seen, his smile is flawless and always wander around clueless about why he smiles.
The **** in me is a song or people like to call it wrong, a yearlong gong he writes 'lol' in people's wall with a fluffy cloud inside his brain,
it reads tetrahydrocannabinol,
notorious for his vocabulary,
can **** with an epistolary.
The Dib is a broken rib, spoon-feed bib
He writes out of syllabus with sketchy nib,
runs in a solo trip his life says 'rofl'.
©sarcasticbong
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 2:08 PM UTC
More of me than one mind.
More of me than one heart.
More of me than one soul.
Less of me, just one part.
Love is good. Love is bad.
I can't decide if I'm happy or sad.
If there's more of me than one,
than perhaps I'm just mad.
Crazy to think I could finally find sanity.
I lost myself looking. I'm my own enemy.
Who I am now is just a darker version,
of the man I once was...
Another person.
Sometimes I hate you,
and others, I don't.
I think I love you,
but I really don't know.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
I've been a combination
of many things:
Window slats
& Roman numerals
Door knobs
& swimming pools
Bulletproof glass
& Magic Wand Massagers
Bird droppings
& ruffled feathers
The beginnings of a migraine
& a burst of birdsong
Alas!
My heart was never into it
Not one could return me
To sinus rhythm
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
Who am I today
Which personality has emerged from sleeping eyes
I don’t recognize this face
Or these mannerisms
Have I dissociated further
Shall I continue down this swirling vortex of psyches
How far can I or will I go
What evil things have I planned for myself?
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
clothe each self a dupe
unclear what we would portray
cling to our cur beasts
zoo of personalities
and never the funds to feed them
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 3:01 AM UTC
people mold their masks out of fear,
fear of rejection in certain groups of friends
be yourself or be someone else
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Throughout my life I have made a study of the human soul.
I have found there to be broadly 26 categories and accordingly have labelled them alphabetically.... "A" souls, "B" souls, "C" souls... and so on. Each type having their own characteristics.
Unsurprisingly the 18th group is the largest.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
magnified
the power of love is magnified by those who receive it
yet some souls that I've talked to have been deprived of this love
each breath they take involves a wheeze
they cry and ponder life and wonder
if there is more than this empty feeling
the feeling of sinking and going under
holding their breath hoping for relief
wishing for the privilege that other people have
the privilege to exhale
without feeling every emotion spring up
without shaking and crying on the floor
without wishing for a way out
in life there are two kinds of people
those who can't exhale
and those who can
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Red was shy and serious,
had big dreams and ambitions.
Millions of thoughts occupied his head,
nothing but the best was enough for Red.
Yellow was a carefree joker,
had a big mouth, trash talker.
He was very good at faking confidence,
his biggest fear was losing all his friends.
Red and Yellow would fight all the time,
Red didn't like Yellow being content in life.
Afraid that he was jumping without a safety net,
Yellow said the challenges would destroy Red.
Red and Yellow are vastly different,
to each other they are still considerate.
Need them both as I walk through life, inch by inch,
Hello there, nice to meet you, I am Orange.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
I hid her
in a deep corner
of my mind
even talked to her
all the time
I read her books
kept her safe
until one day
she wanted
my face
I told her
“Baby, please don’t despair!”
She replied
“ it’s not fair! “
I didn’t want anyone to know
that she was
there
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Met a Girl, fell in love.
Had enough faith, to call her my dove.
So it hurt so much, when she kissed another man…
I guess this is all just part of God's plan.
That was your first mistake,
Love isn't real, and neither is heartache,
But continue believing, i would love to see your “heartbreak”!
Screw relationships, and forget about the give and take!
I hate her, and soon, you will too.
Just thinking of her, leaves our fists black and blue.
But she felt so right, to the point where now everything feels wrong.
Our little dove, caught up in another’s birdsong…
How can you not tremble when you remember her leaving?
Or the way, soon after, we began crying, chest heaving.
Your anger is just another form of passion!
You did love her, in a fashion!
Shut your mouth, that's your fault, you promised it would work out,
Talking about women, something you know nothing about.
Your a liar, and all you want is to feed your own ego!
So, i hope you know you hurt both us and Leo!
Sometimes, in love, your bound to get hurt.
Not everything is logical, and you can’t always be on high alert.
But I love you, Left Brain, with all of my heart.
Let’s dust ourselves off, and begin to restart.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
So many colors make up our bright mind
Only few can be seen by those outside
Our colors are wonderful, sweet and kind
Others of them are bitter, dark and hide
Each is a person hidden within us
Who want to be seen as real as we are
Sometimes they cry out they scream and they cuss
But they are nothing to fear, not by far
They are heroes who saved us from our death
Came forth from the back to stop the attack
They don’t want to wait until our last breath
Sure they have problems, but cut them some slack
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
It was faint before but I can hear them now
They’re yelling and fighting to vow
They had no choice originally in the matter
But they’ve taken up their part and chatter
They try to work in any way they can
They take control and begin to plan
Helping us all through methods of coping
They give us a reason to continue hoping
They know the dangers of the world first-hand
Take up their place and together they stand
They save us from continued grief
They hide the pain and emerge brief
No one will mess with us again
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
With every passing of a reflective surface
I look for my face in all.
Each one unrecognizable
Each one undeniably plundering me -
My image, my mind
Into a frenzy of traumatic shock
Because this person,
This person travelling in my belongings
My effects,
Seems to morph and blend in the irises of whoever is seeing me,
Of whatever Jasmin their perception manifests
From what they know
Or have been told,
About me; and
For whatever thing I may be lacking in grows numerically,
The girth swelling and expelling carelessly -
Whatever bits don't fit the Jazmynn, or the Lily, or the Gardenia me,
But I'm stuck.
I'm stuck in my own mind,
And my mind holds many eyes
Of varying colors and windows,
Some sore and some blind - (And)
As I walk I rate my reflections,
I grade on beauty and demeanor and expression
So when the following moment or day arises,
I can adopt whichever vision suits best.
At some point, I must have put Jasmine on trial,
I must have worn her at some time
And discarded her just as quickly
Because she wasn't as trendy as Lily or Gardenia
And the creatures whose eyes I'm borrowing in my mind did not allow me to keep her.
But if I (no matter the version) had known,
I would not have been able to protect her
Or preserve her,
Jasmine would not have belonged to me -
I would not have known how to convert her and her space in my world
Because hers exists only within a frame
Possessing a finite amount of eyes and windows;
But if Jasmine were looking at me
She would see the same -
Some, such reflective surface
Drunkenly distorting each portrait of what she was supposed to be;
Even still,
We would not have known to keep each other in mind.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
But
That’s all you are
I scratch the surface
To find something I can indulge myself in
Something more
Deeper, something meaningful
I scratch
I scratch
I scratch
That beautiful face
It’s beautiful no more
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
One would opt for Scooby Doo and Agatha Christy
The other for cheesy romance Asian dramas and light novels
One would rather be building the sets
The other, on the stage
One cares nothing at all for other’s thoughts
The other cares too much
One wants to be a police woman
The other simply cannot choose
It shouldn’t be possible
Yet it is
And perhaps, it is their extreme differences that bring them together
That keeps them from clashing
Or,
Maybe something in their respective personalities finds solace in the other
Whatever the case
They are best friends
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC