younger pupils in my school were asked to write a poem about themselves called "this Poem Is Me".
Seeing the results, i found it interesting and wrote one myself. If anyone else feels like trying it,
please do upload it and link me because i'd love to see what other people come up with. As a writer its
a great exercise, fun, and very enlightening.
This is rather long, it began as random phrases and sentences that i thought described me, which i
then moved around and put into this structure, so i hope it makes sense.
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THIS POEM IS ME
These wrappings are me,
features permanent and changeable
I am my red hair
The way people remember me, define me
The way it flicks in my eyes
My eyes in flux,
ocean, moss and concrete, Truth is in
The eye of the beholder you know
I am my ever changing lips
The honey, syrup, barbed wire and shape
Now I've lost it again in staring too long
I am a walking slapstick routine,
all uneven ankles and clumsy wrists
Though I like smart jokes better
This is my love for the world, the little things
I like secrets unfolded
Unravelled, untied, a gift
Just for me
I like hidden things,
breathing messages on glass, secret compartments
and doors with tricks to them
Heart shaped lockets,
locks and hearts desire
Keys and breathing deep and trying to breathe fire
I am each recorded detail
Penned feeling and written emotion
Scattered pages, notes and half finished thoughts,
in the not-so-secret place
Perspex, latex, mahogany, the smell
of virtual dusty libraries
I am my unusual bracelets
"Why?"
tape measures, gloves and ribbons
"Why? Because I needed something. And the real ones are lost"
These are my innards and my secret brain
The real hard stuff, stronger than the things you can touch
I am my predictably spontaneous mind.
"An artist... Thats original."
Trying to communicate
I'm trying through lines and colours
But you might just not get it
I am errant thoughts
The ones that aren't right,
fuel, ammunition, proof
"Here. look. I'm not the same"
I am justifying, collections of connections and Venns
Careful chosen words, Time and space the setting
For my abstract physics
"See? This is how it works."
I am a glass girl,
blunt words from a stranger, striking the truth.
Shattered. Chipped. Pieces glued.
Adolescents' shame, an agnostic with
Catholic guilt
I am a high, a spring in stepping
Taking joy in disgust and converting a snapshot offense
To a smile in my throat
"Pity you can't see the funny side too"
