We are Contradictions

 Anonymous (@) 6 years, 11 months ago

I just wrote this poem. Having a bit of an identity crisis that I think we all feel sometimes: who people think we are vs. who we really are. I’m hoping that we can change the middle column of this poem some day to avoid hiding altogether!

"The humble girl" |and I | will not be quiet
A loner | will live | on social butterfly wings
The sweetheart | with | a mean-streak
A Poker Face– | no mask | –of flying thoughts
Scared of sickness | but sometimes | not of death
A healthy body | to hide | anxious worries
Thousands of friends | is | no one to love
A brick wall, | to live | , needs sad poems

A vertical line down the center cannot make me choose sides on who I am and what I’m not.
But sometimes that small column between who we think we are can be just the answer.

Any thoughts?

July 21, 2011 at 2:55 pm
R.V. Star (151) (@rickvonstar) 6 years, 11 months ago ago

Nice. I am bit confused by what you mean by: “And I will live with no mask but sometimes to hide is to live.” Explain if possible?

Sometimes (often) I feel like I am two or three of four or more “persons” that I call “me” or “I”

haha even if you do something terribly repulsive or out of character, in the end its still “you”

Maybe not the “you” that you like, but still you. So no matter what you do, you’re still you. Weird….

A quote from the book Steppenwolf, “As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.”

Anonymous (1) (@) 6 years, 11 months ago ago

I kind of wanted to make a point that we have to hide some of our aspects in certain situations. It’s just part of life. By the statement in the middle I am basically trying to say that I am trying to defy this (and live without a mask) and have a consistent identity but sometimes this is just not possible.

I love the Steppenwolf quote!! I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately…how we are a million different people and constantly changing to fit a certain situation. Are we hiding or are we just living?

And that it is true what you just said: no matter what we do, we will always be ourselves even if it is out of character. And what is character? Our image that we create?

Luigi (1,454) (@luigiblue) 6 years, 11 months ago ago

Great Poem Tina. Love it.

McKenzie Kane (2) (@mjkane88) 6 years, 11 months ago ago

absolutely loved this. i hope you don’t mind me writing in my journal of quotes

Anonymous (1) (@) 6 years, 11 months ago ago

Not at all!

Martijn Schirp (112,760)A (@martijn) 6 years, 2 months ago ago

@, I love the random topic option, so I can find stuff like this. Amazing poem!

Ray Butler (1,422)M (@trek79) 6 years, 2 months ago ago

@, I am no poetry critic but I relate to this. I pretty much contradict myself contantly, at least people would percieve me as contradictory, especially if they scrutinise what I say more thoroghly. But I like to think contradiction is a myth. Contradiction is to say one thing then to say something that flies in the face of that previous statement. But for contradiction to exist there must be a truth and a lie, or a lie and a lie, in conflict, but what of a truth and a truth in conflict? Is that a contradiction, a pardox, an impossibility? Not at all, and as much as we know, we know so little that even the impossible can be explained, it must be explainable because the impossible happens all the time. The only explaination is that contradiction is a myth.

Ray Butler (1,422)M (@trek79) 6 years, 2 months ago ago

That is a bit ambiguous of me to write what I just did. I want to clarify.
I am a being who exists in two seperate universes simultaneously. Each of these universes has laws unique to themselves. What is true in one is seldom true in the other, this does not mean one is true and the other a lie, but that we can pick and choose what suits us and not be wrong about it.

Tobias Valdemar Broe Knudsen (92) (@2bias) 6 years, 2 months ago ago

That’s good thinking Ray!@trek79,

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