Best Narcissism Poems
Narcissism
It’s all about Me!
This shall always be my wish—
A fool’s vanity . . .
Thinking of only me . . . me!
I’m so wondrously perfect!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
September 16, 2017 (Tanka)
you
me
you
me
who do you choose
tis' it vanity
you
you
you
never me
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
"Grey Rock"
I am just a Grey Rock. With all the rest I blend
To keep away a narcissist, an enemy not a friend.
If I remain uninteresting, unattractive, and dull,
I am like a stalk of corn with no corn to hull.
A Grey Rock attracts no attention to a narc's eye
And therefore, won't be fodder for a narc's supply,
Which, for their survival, they require upon to feast,
To fill in their black hole, they have from satan, leased.
A narcissist needs drama to feed on and thrive,
Along with flying monkeys to keep their goals alive,
Of destroying others to give themselves a lift.
Otherwise, through life, they aimlessly will drift.
So, if I seem rather quiet, in the background, faded,
It's to stay in the shadows, where I am and feel shaded.
From time to time I'll be more than a Grey Rock in a pile,
But solitude brings me a peaceful living style.
Perhaps, the narcissist, who's been stalking me for years
Will become very bored and afflicted with the drears,
When he finds he is being no longer entertained,
Because my presence by him cannot be obtained.
Since technology enables him to my life, invade,
Being just a Grey Rock, blended, in the shade,
Disables his intrusion by squelching his desire.
Where there are no sparks, there can be no fire.
Being dull, unattractive, boring, unappealing,
Has been peacefully rewarding and too, revealing.
A Grey Rock, from a narc, attracts no attention.
Hence, all the more reason to pursue this intention.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2019-02-23 11:08:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
"Love, Blood Red"
I trusted with you my heart.
I trusted with you my Special Love.
I trusted with you, with YOU..
Everything I'm made to, for, and of...
I was willing to wipe all your mistakes entirely away,
Your Light to keep shining dissolving all the grey.
But while I was busy Loving you, your mistakes and all,
You were busy knifing my heart, enjoying every fall
Of every tear, of every drop of blood you could drain,
Drinking from my misery, guzzling down my pain.
As you lick your lips, sucking my blood of rosy red,
Are you dreaming of the day when I'll at last be dead?
Are you looking for hatred in my heart to find,
While shredding it and torturing my mind?
Sorry to disappoint you dear, sorry I'm without,
But my heart is filled with Love, keeping hatred out.
In my heart I grow Love, Love grows just for YOU,
With forgiveness and understanding, always on renew.
But in your heart you grow hatred and ego fed pride,
So abundantly there's no room for Love to reside.
Because your heart for Love has no space or room,
Destroying mine became your mission to entomb.
As the last drops you suckle from my bleeding heart,
With my last breath I'll say I Love YOU as I leave, depart.
As you taste the final drop, will you smile at your victory then,
Knowing it's my last drop, you'll ever drink again?
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014/04/26 22:00:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
"Renovation After A Narcissist"
(Sometimes a vagrant sneaks past the security of one's heart.
When they are discovered, they must be made to depart.
First, beef up security with more guards put in place,
Then thoroughly disinfect until there is no trace!)
Now that I have recognised the toxin in my life,
Living in my heart causing me stress and strife,
Disinfection has begun, a thorough cleansing duty,
Every nook and cranny to wipe out the rabid booty,
To eradicate the infection that has held me in peril.
I won't stop until my heart is completely sterile.
Open wide the windows, air out the gruesome smell,
Good riddance to the garbage, extricate, expel.
All the filthy, rotten lies, the stench is so profound,
Fermenting in deceit, drowning every sound,
Of reason, of logic, of any common sense,
Designed just to cripple and stifle my defense.
All the daggers strewn around, with my blood, stained,
The walls of my heart shredded once my Love was gained.
The mutilation is evident everywhere I look,
As advantage of my Love without remorse, he took.
I offered complete forgiveness, to understand, a chance,
But he was too enthralled with the wielding of his lance,
Making lacerations, gaping wounds, cutting deep,
Inflicting pain immense, with joy he watched me weep.
All the masquerading of his many twisted clones,
Rounding up many as his spying, lying drones,
Has now come to a close with a sour, bitter end,
But with cleansing underway, my mangled heart can mend.
For the vagrant in my heart, the vampiristic leech,
I have now extricated with a ton of bleach.
No remnants shall remain, not even a spec of dust,
Not even a whisper silent, meticulous is a must.
The task shall be done, impeccably carried through,
Until my heart is healed and once again anew.
There will be no vacancy until this work's complete,
Never to be again seduced by a master of deceit.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-03 18:22:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
We each and all have, I suspect,
a universal rightbrain multicultural awareness
that patriotism
risks degenerating into leftbrain fascism,
Isolating nationalism
self-righteously defending militaristic ego-supremacy
and patriarchal privilege of an apartheid State
moving toward fear-mongered isolationism
supporting competitively debating
predative politicization
of self-made capitalism
Rather than recognizing our solidarity selves
as nations resting and wrestling
and co-investing
on interdependent continents
articulating green/blue loyalty to Earth
and no less nation
or solitary incontinence.
You can't say that we didn't try
To open up to you,
But in spite of the tears we cried
There's nothing you would do
To try to save what we should have,
The fault was never yours
We lay our hearts out on the line
But, no - 'I'm not the cause.'
Someday you'll look back and see
In you we can't invest,
We need to move forth and be free,
And finally get some rest.
Goodbye, adieu, auf wiedersehen,
We shall not meet again.
I may falter on a few steps,
but my eye is on the goal
My spine is made of solid gold,
my heart is made of stone
My limbs have gone limp with heat,
my body growing heavy
My eyes are bloodshot, filled with tears,
and yet my pace is steady
I remember what I came here for,
it pushes me ahead
My conscience is long gone for now,
the path I leave is dead
My mind quivers at the thought of you,
my vision starts to blur
But the prize I see in the end is: me,
and the souls that I have hurt.
One person sees too many photos on FB and says..."narcissism". Another one sees the same photos and says...."an attempt to cover pain caused by self loathing". One person sees a photo and says..."indecent". Another sees the same photo and says..."a cover up for rejected love". One person sees a photo and says..."attention gimmick" another sees the photo and says...."the face of loneliness". God...bless the latter and give wisdom to the former!
I spoke to the universe and calmly said
That I wanted a marriage. I wanted to wed
So I was sent to Johannesburg and into a monster's bed
Where God taught me a lesson of life instead
I learned how to respond instead of react
I learned how to walk away when he couldn't interact
With respect
I learned to forgive but not to forget
I learned to be silent when futility appeared
And that his violence was rooted in how he was reared
I learned how to have hope and when to give up
I learned to let go when futility had struck
I learned how to survive when his abuse took control
I learned to be resilient and how to heal my soul
I learned how to be patient and less naive
And how to view his childhood and to positively perceive
That he was broken inside. I learned to understand
I could not fix his problems nor offer a helping hand
He was a prisoner of his mind trapped in the rearing of his childhood
During marital difficulties, his coping skills were no good
He resembled a monster during the day and night
Always making sure he won every fight
Because he always focused on being right
He won every battle but lost the war
Because I could no longer inhale toxic masculinity anymore
I chose to allow my hurt to be released
I walked away to honour my peace
I wanted a marriage. I wanted to wed.
I found myself laying in a narcissist's bed.
A traumatic lesson I learned in my life
To walk away after being a good wife
What ever I did was never good enough
Unappreciative of me. His chaos was too much
He never was my home. He was just a passerby
God made it easy for me to say goodbye
By isolating me in a city where I felt down and low.
Preparing me for my next chapter by making me grow
It was all part of God's plan
For me to grow first before meeting the right man
For me to be naive first before being wise
To fall first and then rise
Experience failure before the success
Go through adversity first before being blessed.
I traveled back home to start over again
To work through my trauma and heal from my pain
An empty space
Something’s missing
Inside you
Incomplete creation
A solitary soul
Living to yourself
In your own world
Out of touch
From those around you
Words have no impact
On one born without empathy
Leaving me destitute
Demanding sacrifices
Yet, unable to give of yourself
No reciprocation
Wasting no time on matters
That bear no benefit
To your selfish desires
Spoken words
Dry like the desert sands
Flat, no genuineness
Imitating emotions
That you will never feel
Because you are
A broken, empty shell
Pretending to be human
I might feel grand
aspiring to omnipotent
omniscience
Whereupon omnipresence
might feel less necessary,
or even possible,
or desirable
In a secularized
reduced
dissociated apartheid,
sacred Us v sinful Them
An omnipotently inflammatory place
for every Other individual thing
and all Other routine
and orthodox Things,
Omnipresent capital events
in anonymously rational
linear
fundamentally dualistic frames
Either sacred Me
or secularized You
will win our antagonistic win/lose
evolving worldview news
Preferably reduced from
supremely anthro-privileged
down deep into
my ego's highest omnipotent potential
best win/win omniscience sacredly encircled
to ubiquitously favor
least global cost
and most localized efficient
ego/eco healthcare
resonant balance
In a way not omnipotently possible
nor omnipresently invited
nor yet omnisciently compassioned
If only we were more adept
at losing win/lose
and playing win/win
Gods and Goddesses,
OmniPresent Icons
OmniPotent Dancers
OmniScient Muses
Inviting sacred Gaian EcoFeminist spaces,
omnisciently omnipotent places,
unconditionally disregarding
LeftBrain Iconic Narks
Phallic Idols,
profit prophets
for Narcissists Unanimous.
A serpent with a lion's head
Believes himself a lion
He'll never raise his lowly tread
But kudos, kid, for tryin'.
Engagement is tempting,
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims,
Yet with time,
Light crushes darkness.