Best Narcissist Poems
When we search for answers from egotistic minds,
life is full of meaningless questions that lead us nowhere.
You sabotaged the sandman who brought me my dreams,
corrupting and confusing the clarity of my conscience.
In a world of betrayal, I thought you were my
saviour,
but your promises were sworn from a throne of lies -
where you perch as the king of false pretences.
Tired from being a victim of your insecurities,
I am not your mistake nor your abandoned
trauma.
Fate led my empathic sanity into your labyrinth of splintered hollowness,
confining me within a soulless sphere of unfair
madness,
yet, I still remember how you pledged to show me the moon -
falsehoods which led to an eternal eclipse for my eyes.
You stole the silver sewn with perfectly metered syllables,
calming the storm I carry in cacophonous silence,
but now, all I see is a megalomaniac monster, draped in rose tones of synthetic rhodolite, pretending to be an ivory dove in a horizon of vicious vultures,
hiding behind a decaying province of black petunias.
Your synthetic smile veils your cruel character, afraid that the vermilion you paint across your
sunsets,
will reveal the poison you fed my paralyzed soul.
My ink will always portray your true parasite persona,
about your attempts to assassinate my authentic aroma,
as now i blossom in meadows without your
toxic touch.
nothing spoils this surface view ~ see me
crave attention, gift empty touch
tonal mask veils flaws and vices
face alter ego and kneel
to feed the shallow shadow that circles
~ around gossamer tears of the grieving moon,
as silenced streaks of tongue-twisted lines,
undress a puddle of poisoned stars
pull force imperceptible, attraction
lost in blissful contemplation
comatose until that last equation
gravitational persuasion creating longing
but will the lake that flows with fears
thaw words tangled in golden chains?
for I’ve drowned in liquified lies,
drawing perfection from imperfect reflections
delve to the depths of my spun world
peripheral interference dissipates in darkness
only requirement is carved version of self
that steadies my hand and drags me in
sinking beneath Narcissus's polluted undertow
tainted oxygen leaves my expanding lungs
hitting jagged rocks, spoiled skin shreds,
exposing a forgotten empath ~ salvation rises
He's in love with his own image
He believes that he's a king
And punishing women
Is his favorite thing
He thinks he's really special
Entitled , above the law
But I can see right through him
and all his ugly flaws
Nothing will ever stop him
From taking whatever he can get
Leaving you heartbroken
And living with regret
He don't care if he has hurt you
He don't have a heart to hide
Everything is all about him
If he ever said he loved you, then he lied
Without mercy he will use you
And not lose an ounce of sleep
Then tell you it's all your fault
The reason that he cheats
Warping what is real
Cutting you down to size
He won't miss a beat
And he'll revel in your cries
Relentlessly he WILL abuse you
Crushing your very soul
So you'll never love again
That's his only goal
He wants to know you suffer
It feeds his egocentric mind
Giving him your energy
While you slowly die
Then he's got you where he wants you
And the torment begins again
Til he's twisted everything inside you
Completely f@#k!ng up your head
I saw you looking in the mirror again today
You can’t seem to go past one
Without taking a second glance
Your own image seems to impress you
As if you were really in love
With the one staring back at you
You never seem to notice me
Watching you as you pass the mirror
And you seem almost a narcissist to me
Who only sees how you prance and primp
Staring long and hard at your appearance
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen
Another look so long or endearingly
Into that looking glass where we all see
Ourselves staring back at us
Could it only be me or are you actually
In love with what you see
Looking back from your reflection
And it is a little troubling to me
When I see you speak to yourself
Long moans of yearning
Puppy, I know you long to believe
That puppy in the mirror
Is your brother or sister!
There's this girl, a narcissist who
wants everyone in her life to
put their lives on hold
and do as they're told
by HER! She just hasn't a clue.
Wish to say to her - You are no star
in this universe. Folks can't get far
enough away from
you! Dumber than dumb,
girl, just who do you think that you are?
*True story, and this person is ruining lives but for complicated reasons,
none of us (at the moment) are allowed to do anything about it.
Aug. 27, 2018 for The Who Do You Think You Are contest of Caren Krutsinger
You made the right choice
Sign right here, be a pal, oh..
One more thing can I ask?
Though I know I seem shallow..
Could you just click a like?
Or a heart, that would do
I don't wish to impose, but
It makes our friendship SO true
Then I'll visit as well
Send our numbers to maximal
I do love you and this is
In no way transactional
You can stroke me and hug me
With your words affirmational
My reply will be Shakespearean
Or at least dissertational
When we're done with our tags
Or the half dozen kisses
With the hearts and the stars
Loaded high with best wishes
We can sleep safe and sound
As with nuclear fission
There's nothing to fear
From our popularity mission
xxxxxx
It was in my younger years
That you took away my heart
Just looking for a conquest
You tore it all part
You. put yourself so far above me
No mercy to be found
Playing as the victim
Finding joy in putting me down
You reveled in the glory
Tried to make me feel the shame
Playing oh so righteous
While using me to blame
The innocence that you portrayed
The lies, the undertone
Well baby take a look at me now
I’m standing on my own
I’ll never hold ill feelings
But my bridges will be burned
Chalking up the time I’ve wasted
To experience and lessons learned
You’re the one who started the fire
Searching for a moment of fame
Now you’ve become the lost one
And I’ve become the flame.
While you set out alone
Keep your eyes on that blue sky
My wings have been released
And now I’m going to fly
There will come a time when you look back
And contemplate the cost
Just know that my star will be shining
Because you’re the one who lost.
I will dance and I will sing
I’ll mount that horse and ride
I can walk through the fires of hell
Without you by my side.
She is teaching me nothing, other than, how to suffocate a soul
Her very own selfish self made preservation is her only sad goal
Her ego becomes her, long as we are prepared to lie at her feet
Your inner wealth and your happy; more than happy to deplete
Those who fall before her; have fail when it comes to self-worth
Who lack in self-esteem and a sickness to feel even more worse
She sees herself as a blessing; whilst others, see her as a curse
Her unempathetic approach to others, nothing short of perverse
She'll make you, or she will break you, the hanging tree is nigh
No sympathy as given, she will just move on to her next supply
The graveyards are brimming with folk that, she has left behind
This being the very sad way that the cruel narcissist is designed
In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
enamored with the sounds of her own voice
dropping pesky tiresome friends
her mirror doing fine
AP: 1st place 2021
The vacuous state of inner being
Void of self awareness seeing
Who am I conceived in deceit
A false projection of myself to meet
A look within my fears do writhe
Anxiety stings demanding its lies
A chasm, a hunger, a need to feed
Oh source, Oh target, I feast while you bleed
From your essence I delight and devour
Fractured and broken, you're now in my power
From you I've taken your very soul
From you I've taken for myself to be whole
After you've given all that you are
Your soul is crumpled and tossed afar
I laugh at and mock you for caring so much
I praise my oblivion and destructive touch
Triumphant ruin of lives that I smite
Behold the narcissist, ultimate parasite
Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
"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.
How dare you try to compete with me,
don't you know my shoes cost more then what you make in 2 weeks
I adorn my body with the best of cloths and when you brag about something I sneer up my nose.
I'm not interested in anything unless it has to do with thee
And the only competition that i truly see is the reflection in my mirror, I the narcissist ..Me
Pixie poet