Taste and Breathe Who I Am
Taste my soul
rolling on your soft tongue.
who I am.
Inhale my creative rush,
savor thought pearls,
swallow my essence.
Discover diamond drops
of memory, enhanced
by ginger tang sparkles,
residing under my skin,
drawing us together
to relish our unspoken words
residing under our skin,
silver syllables dangling
from mind baubles,
of inherent instinct,
radiating to senses.
Look into my eyes
taste and breathe
who I am.
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The Red Sea
I look out to where the sea and sky collide at the horizon. It saves the guy drowning in the waves behind my eyelids. The salt burns. He tried to climb an overturned vessel. I guess that's why it's called the Red Sea. Back at the peaceful shore I’m unsure if I even have a purpose. That’s when I see a body float to the surface. I jump into action not believing what I see. Then I overturn the body and recognize it’s me.
Who am I?
I am a being
I live and I breathe
I walk and I talk
I am a soul that is lost and afraid
I am dangling by a thread
On a needle that is broken.
I am a being
I eat and I sleep
I move and I prove
I am the darkness that devours
I am the heartbreak that hurts
On a lonely Friday night.
Seeking True North—
I'm a Compass tossed
from Someone's satchel
across the terrain—
The needle flying
in every which way
I can't see this face
just its reflections —
in moments of false
doomed to never know
my direction nor
But through valleys as
I pass— might I help
someone find their path?
Wine and words...
Powdery chalk of various colors
mingle with ink of vivd chroma
that drip the same sanguine
hues against the page
brisk air fills lungs as steps
to nowhere accumulate
to impossible numbers
as sweat pours from pores
I am the mirror to voices
for eyes that do not hear
I am the sponge for your
I am the heart that has
quivered at your touch
and the hands that have
caressed your soul
Stay with me a while
at this swing on the porch
and let me feel your warmth
as we settle in for wine
Hello, I am a human person with goals and dreams.
I am a wondering mind, with songs to sing.
I am a breathing organ with questions and thoughts.
I am a distorted body of functioning sorts.
I can do things that people don't expect.
I can help someone, that has been through neglect.
I can make a plant grow from a simple seed.
I can build a house for someone in need.
I can start an engine that hasn't started in days.
I can show you how to love in so many ways.
I can bring a tear to a wind drafted eye.
I can kiss you hello, and hug you goodbye.
These things don't make me weird in no way.
These things make me a survivor, and I'm here to stay.
The blue caterpillar
"Who are you" he breathed through hookah smoke, pressed from his blue catarpillar lungs. I wondered. I wondered as the smoke surrounded my person and I became nothing but a cloud. I wondered as I lifted off the ground and I wondered as I awoke the next morning in my bed. Who am I? Who am I?
Well don't you worry my caterpillar man, because I finally found my answer. I am nobody. I am nobody, for when my teacher asked me in first grade what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered that I did not know. I am nodody, for when I reached highschool and my teachers asked me what university I wanted to go to, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, for when a boy told me he liked me and asked me why I thought he did, I answered that I did not know. I am nobody, because I do not know. I do know myself and I never did, although I always claimed to. I lived my life following the system and the rules without ever knowing why and when I failed a test in school I cried becuase the other children cried and when I saw a spider running across the floor, I scram because the other children scram. I am shell. I am a vessel. But my shell is empty, my vessel uninhabited and my soul is crumbled up in a corner, like child hiding from the thunder. I am nobody, for I never allowed myself to be somebody. My whole life I have been shy, reserved and proper, never knowing why I did it, or for who. I am nobody but now when my teacher asks me what I want to be when I grow up, I can smile and say "somebody"
So you wish to know who I am
Are you looking for secrets?
Perhaps a flaw in my character?
Or do you simply just want to understand?
There are many facets to my identity
Some of which I alone can see
I keep them cloaked in darkness, waiting for the right time
Until I can trust you and confess all my crimes
I am guilty of love and caring too much
Of using other people as my personal crutch
I have often gone in long periods of silence
Which can precede random acts of violence
Through my years I have learned, from the bridges I burned
To not look back at the ashes
Today I move forward but I stay in the present
For present you see, is really all that there is
I am a work still in progress, never satisfied
Always seeking to improve
If I said I was happy, I'm sorry I lied
It's one of the things that I do
I'm just a man with a grandiose plan
To find a better version of me
When I look in the mirror and a stranger looks back
I want to be able to like what I see