I’m only Human | Poetry | Life in a Poem
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Esther
Challenge is my middle name. I write music and poetry. I appreciate creativity and originality, Passion is no fashion it’s an art
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Vampire, empire of werewolves
Cartoons, consumes by super heroes
Simplicity appears alienated
Fading into the walls of my computer
All wired up
Tapped into the rhythm at my fingertips
Fantasy forced to appear real
Pealing back at layers
Wearing a traitors mask
I was asked to
Walk in the dark because the light is too bright
Close your eyes because it’s a terrible sight
And your mind, a game
Don’t believe your imagination
You’re just seeing thing
Playing on your gut, it just a pile of goo
Distracting your focus from living
But what is life?
If not for the way you live
My food supply, my sustenance , my worries
I need food for the soul
Chicken soup for the mind
Soul sauce
No poison’s apple can kill me
And no genie can foresee
Oz can’t root for this cause
Ain’t no applause big enough
Time can’ turn me into a pumpkin
Because the beauty from within
Is that
I’m only human
(c) Copyright 2012 – Esther Douek. All rights reserved
brian miller May 15, 2012
true that on only being human….you get some wicked flow through this and some great references along the way as well…like oz, ha…simplicity appears alienated is a profound thought as well….i like …smiles.
Evelyn May 15, 2012
“I was asked to
Walk in the dark because the light is too bright”
oww this twists in my stomach, like a deep water eel…
Gay May 16, 2012
Yes the magic in the box sometimes doesn’t feel real. The outlines sometimes blur but it’s important to remember “Because the beauty from within/ Is that/ I’m only human” and sometimes it’s important to take a walk, call a friend, bake a cake, disappear for a little while and remind yourself of your dimensional outlines. Well written.
halfwaybetweenthegutter May 17, 2012
“Fantasy forced to appear real
Pealing back at layers
Wearing a traitors mask
I was asked to
Walk in the dark because the light is too bright
Close your eyes because it’s a terrible sight
And your mind, a game
Don’t believe your imagination
You’re just seeing thing”
I live alongside mental illness, and I can’t express how much these words touch me. Fantastic poetry, well done.
http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/2012/05/16/my-oldest-enemy/
admin May 17, 2012
i reread the poem with what you said in mind. it’s crazy how well it works. thanx for your input.
Die Reise meines Leben May 17, 2012
I love the imagery as I read the lines. It’s a good integration of drawing in fantasy figures to illustrate our practical everyday life. Great craft!
tigercity May 24, 2012
your verse hops, skips and jumps along whilst carrying the burden strongly on its back..
uma June 1, 2012
A fairy tale take of I’m a human..loved it