Wretched I am
Sophisticated
I am not
A stellar example
Of anything
For I am
I
am
Decrepitude
Be they by thy hands
I always believed
I was a good sport
And magnanimous
In defeat
When it happens
So often
But alas
Belief is nothing
But faith
And alas
I am not
It hurts it burns
and though it's part
of the game
it still eats at
my complicated psyche
That darts and sways
my complex personality
That swings and dips
Between enigmatic egomania
And preposterous imposter
I can only be
Who I want to be
Cliche cliche
Descartes
Distorted
Discord
Describe your favourite
Version of me
In three words
Or less
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!
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Blunt Force Words. I like your writing especially, because you're not afraid to speak the candid truths as harsh as they are. Even if they are against you. I live my life this way too. I don't have the energy or the time to mince or manipulate words.
My three words: King Paul Shakespeare!
Good job, Paul.
“Wretched I am Sophisticated I am not” - I felt like this was already written on my heart and you peeled back the cover obscuring it from view. This one got to me, Paul, but all of the lines are especially good. Your poem made me think of this line from Ulysses: "Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. The soul is in a manner all that is: the soul is the form of forms. Tranquility sudden, vast, candescent: form of forms." Now, for your three words: rapacious truth seeker :)
Intrepid emotional excavator!
Relentlessly creative philosophizer. :)
A fellow explorer
What a poem that describes you in a way for you are one of many personalities and each comes out in your writing.