Taste my soul

rolling on your soft tongue.

Instinctively know

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,

escalating talents

of inherent instinct,

shimmering surface

radiating to senses.

Look into my eyes

taste and breathe

who I am.

#Challenge #WhoIAm #TasteMySoul

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.

a dancer

a dreamer

a world-maker

a hoper

an optimist

but at the same time

a wreck

a mess

a downer

a destroyer

a killer

a paradox

hopeful but pessimistic

kind but rude

smart but dumb

beautiful but ugly

good but evil

awesome but horrible

talkative but silent

loved but hated

I am a being

I live and I breathe

I walk and I talk

but really,

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

but really,

I am the darkness that devours

I am the heartbreak that hurts

On a lonely Friday night.

Who am I?

A mortal being...

With a wanderin’ soul.

Who am I?

Music adorer...

A soul that lives for art.

Who am I?

Another human/person

Needing to explore.

I am-

But only a small part...

Of this wide grand universe.

I am-

Moving here right now...

Living, & still breathing.

#TheSelf

#Quisuisje?

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.

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

briny emotions

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

and words...

I'm a Compass tossed

from Someone's satchel

Vaulting violently

across the terrain—

The needle flying

in every which way

I can't see this face

just its reflections —

in moments of false

suspended backward

slow animation—

doomed to never know

my direction nor

my destination—

But through valleys as

I pass— might I help

someone find their path?

#WhoAreYouWithoutNameJobOrThingsYouDo

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

"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"