I am the moment you decide to crumble, instead of continue to shove it all down
I am the whirlwind that comes in, makes a mess of the whole environment, then disappears before you can admonish it
I am a stubborn crumb, hiding in your keyboard, screwing with the letter p, until you finally wise up and get the can of compressed air
I am the name on the tip of your tongue
I am the cache of socks lost from the dryer
I am the ripple in the potato chip
I am the burst setting on an M16
I am the pole
I am everything you think I am, but not at all the way you think
But mostly, and completely,
what makes me
yet i still
cannot afford them,
going into debt
i can pretend
that i am nothing
yet even still
i find myself
for a truth
that doesn't exist.
i can't even accept
ghosting the universe.
and i did not
i danced my way
if i can
yet even as i
i must make
i have to decide
who i am
or else someone
will do it for me
and i'll choke
on their words.
i need to find my own.
if the words
i will invent them
because without them,
and nothing else.
#JE #SUIS (c) 08/12/2022.
I am quiet
I am loud
I am there
do you see me
I am there in the crowd
Like a ghost
I am gone
I am a shell
I am struggling
I am smiling
I am not happy
I am dying
We are all dying
I am dead
I am there in the ground you see
I am getting covered
by thick brown dirt
I am there being watered by rain
I am forgotten
I am climbing trees and the windy breeze
Splinters in my fingers and bee stings by my knees
I am walking on thin ice and waiting to fall through
From minding my business and heading to my room
I am mirror images and mixed-up names
Of being known and not allowed to complain
I am blue fingers and blue toes
Of a skinny waist and a little nose
I am corn fields and car rides
Of long drives at midnight
I am lightning bugs and counting stars
Of learning constellations that we claim as ours
I am pencils and notebooks and pens
Of classrooms and hallways and tests
Of paper spilled out over the dining room table
And a porch with a light that never goes out
I am sunset and sunrise
tired eyes and long goodbyes
I am papercuts and library books
the green rocking chair and goodnight moon
I am a foam sword with a steel name
a picture worth a thousand words but left without a frame
Who is that Gypsy?
I’m a princess and a gypsy,
American born from exotic lands.
I tell tales of that which my eyes haven’t seen,
filled with more truth than most comprehend.
My travels are avid, vast, and expansive,
though home I stay most of the time.
I’m gone as you see me before you,
I’m with you even when gone.
I’m the beautiful strength of fragility,
an understated anomaly.
A targeted addiction,
butter rich, and velvet soft.
I am the exception that proves everything,
the rule you love to break.
I’m all of it but it’s not me,
your going to feel all sorts of ways.
I’m the mirror of truth and an illusion,
dangerous to guilty minds.
It’s just so simple it’s complicated,
imagined text you read between the lines.
Weaving dreams into reality,
magic spun into the mundane.
Staying grounded firmly in fantasy,
adventure hidden in boring and plain.
I'll keep you too distracted to take offense to me,
that is, until I walk away.
Follow me the pretty gypsy girl,
let me take you out of your mind.
Let me take you to a place far more real than this,
where you understand more than meets the eye.
Come and take a walk with me,
in time you just might find,
that suddenly, life it seems,…
well, seems just a little more…
Just try not to get enchanted.
a meaningless bother inside my head
the lemon of marmelaide
you seek me to turn out the lights on your reality
but in a sinful, unholy way
the dairy queen negro maid
purity means i go to fuck-in church every sunday
rated xxx at times of sex appeal and chocolate
a paragraph of bitterness
pulled over the chin to hide the phat
no escape to comfort me, i just bleed and bleed thru me
no crime can stick to my name
not much of anything, but gone away
i create and create, but remain the same
identical to the pupil, vacancy
I believe I am
How do you define
The conscious mote
The dust which speaks
Or at least
I believe I am
I am the sand in the Sahara
I am a million billion grains
A sea of probability
Sometimes I wish
Dunes caressed by father sun
And mother moon
I will return
I am What I am
I am the distance
He who makes the powerful appear small and dismal from afar
He who warps one's perception to something unrecognizable
But also he who lacks any interest in connection
And any sense of direction
The distance grows cold as though we all are
just as much as it allows us to view nearly every star
I am the storm
He who brings about life in a forceful swept
Drenching parched plants as though a giant above them had wept
He who brings about salvation with such passion
But also he who accidentally destroys
As though the world were nothing but toys
And who's appearance is fleeting so no one enjoys
I am the badger
He who grows enticed by glitters and gold
And burrows with mighty claws into the below and cold
He who is persistent and never gives up without a fight
Even from things that cause a fright
But also he who burrows in brittle land
only to be suffocated and become the cold
I am the fog
An ever-changing shape and indistinguishable
One may even say invincible
He who offers a hiding spot to those who are weak
Despite it's nature being meek
But also he who forces the light to surrender
And makes everything appear moldy and dreary
It's a lot, the things I am and could be
Even now I am not certain of all of me
A man of light and darkness
Giving way to abstract and absurdness
Who creates just as much as he destroys
And takes the time for all his enjoys
It is this that means
I am free