Best Personalities Poems
So many voices, some pulling, others pushing, one spearing.
I feel the spear, and know she will not stop until I acknowledge her
What is it?
What do you want?
She gives me some directives knowing I will rebel
and rebuke them.
She never gets her way.
She wants me to do things she knows I will not do.
I hate medicines! I tell her. They do not affect me like others.
Leave me alone! But still she persists. Two are pulling, one is pushing.
She is screaming, shrieking, wailing, keening in my ear.
I take a couple of blues and a pink,
to try and fool her.
She knows what I am about.
For she is in my mind’s folds and recesses.
Another personality shows up.
A new one.
What the hell.
I thought I knew them all.
Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!
My hands are shaky.
If she is another spearing one,
I give up.
I cannot do this any more.
I have tried too long already.
I am Sherenna, she says, seductively.
Hell no. I already got rid of Dixie, my other nymphomaniac.
I close my eyes, trying to drown them all out.
Mania sits.
Depression walks.
Moody fits.
Aggression talks.
My mania ticks and my depression tocks,
Dissociation breaks and I fall to my knees,
Time is split between two separate clocks,
I beg my innate sanity, “free me please!”
Antisocial with a mouth talking too much,
Catatonic with legs walking into the street,
Needy for attention, “please don’t touch”,
Although, antipsychotics never did help me.
Multiplying two and coming up with one,
Disorder unknown to all doctors in town,
Disturbing realities have made me shun,
For now, I am the demented one around.
Irrationally thinking clear, seems to help,
Alternating chemicals stream in my brain,
Since I was born I’ve never felt myself,
I was only three when diagnosed insane.
Two personalities rage in my essence,
Three more if you count last night,
My pride will never learn her lessons,
And no matter how wrong, I am right.
How many identities will I keep carrying?
How many lights turn off in the morning?
How many instances have I been too daring?
Why do my moods show up with no warning?
I’m here, then I’m there and lost in between,
I said goodbye to life many eons ago,
So many different tempers my family has seen,
You’d think by now my mind would blow.
Mania sits.
Depression walks.
Moody fits.
Aggression talks.
Date Written: May 21, 2016
7:00 AM
my eyes small and tight
a soft shuffle into the bathroom
distorted and jaded,
a half frown on my face
a dog-tired grunt serves as my good morning
8:00 AM
my consciousness brings stress, anxiety
a checklist in my head
I can never seem to check off all the boxes
a smile locks my lips together, I must hide my agitation
8:20 AM
the school bell mutes me
I must concentrate.
No talking, No laughing, No districations
my ring finger purple and bruised,
I always write to hard
teachers pet, try-hard
I must keep the holy 4.0
Lunch
a break
time has never tasted so savory
the strings unwinds, my body loose
my laughter overpowers my strain
until I am muted yet again
I have to get to class
3:30 PM
my golden hour
I am free
my stress and smarts stripped away
I am young
I feel love
my voice raises, my confidence grows
where judgement is prohibited
9:30 PM
my brain starts to settle
check 1, 2, 3
is all my homework done?
Is my alarm set?
and I’m ready to do it all again.
I am the boy who just wants to have fun.
I am the one that takes life as a game,
hit, miss and run.
I am the Man working hard to make a life.
I am the father with children and wife.
I am the Scoutmaster camping outdoors.
I am the Pimp selling the whores.
I am the Prophet, a man of many words.
I am old and gray feeding the birds.
I am the Hunter seeking his prey.
I am the Chef fixing a tray.
I am the Gambler dealing to a crowd.
I am the Drunk obnoxious and loud.
I am the Preist seeking perfection.
I am the Junkie high on injection.
I am the Crimminal fleeing from the law.
I am the Man in the woods,
destroying nature with a saw.
I am the Beast that prowls in the night.
I am the Bogeyman spreading fear and fright.
I am the Cowboy out on the trail.
I am the little Crippled Boy,
so weak and so frail.
I am the Builder that makes your homes.
I am the Traveler that wonders and roams.
I am the Soldier who fights to survive.
I am the Doctor that keeps you alive.
I am the Sculptor, the artist in paint.
I am the Good, the Evil, the Bad and the Saint.
I am the Beggar in the street,
looking for a handout, a peice of meat.
I am the Poorly, I am the Well.
I am the Heaven, I am the Hell.
I am the one they call MAN.
I am all, for ALL THAT I AM.
Split Personalities
Tom and Tim walked down the street,
Tom knew that he was Tim
And so it is no surprise,
Tim knew that Tom was him.
Then Arthur came down the street
And said, “Hello Tom and Tim.”
Tom said, “Hello Arthur,”
Arthur said, “Hello Tim.”
Tom said, “That was Arthur, Tim,”
Tim said, “I know that was him,
But does he know that I am you
And we both spoke to him?"
Arthur replied to both of them,
He knew that Tom was Tim.
Tim spoke to Tom and Arthur
And they both spoke to Tim.
Then Tim and Arthur spoke to Tom
But Tom was also Tim
So Tim listened to Arthur
When Arthur spoke to him.
Then Arthur said good bye to Tom
And also goodbye Tim
Tim and Tom said, “Goodbye Arthur.”
He said, “Goodbye Tom and Tim.”
12/05/2016
Entered into Split Personality Contest
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Only love can bring the rain from heaven
Falling from yon upon the thirsty ground.
The sun in heat has burned for long the time
O let the rain cascade yes all around
Let m and and ground and beast drink mightily
The flow that comes from none save only God
That strength comes to the thirsty countryside
As over the days the creation do trod
Written on a rainy Thursday Sept. 24 2015
Port WENTWORTH georgia
I'm checking the post daily
Can't tell you how exciting this is for me
Since I called the 1-800 number
From that mail order magazine
While one day sitting at the dentist
I picked up said magazine
A full page ad which made me gasp
A colorful array of personalities
I've never really had much of one on my own
So I ordered a couple dozen
Sitting here anxious for my order
And so far I've seen nothing
I'm wearing a path to the mailbox
It should have been here by now
When it does arrive I'm first taking out Impatient
Then placing a call to tell them about themselves
I hope I remembered to order one Romantic
Cause I'd sure like to impress Mary Lou
As it now stands I feel less a man
Around her I don't know what to say or do
Imagine my surprise when the box finally arrives!
I open it up with a slight giggle
Just like that the personalities fall into my lap
For a moment I felt just like Sybil
Lets see there's one that's Strong, one that's Flirty, one that's Shy, one that's Quirky
One that looks like it's Mighty Proud
A personality that's Fun, Debonair, a Serious one
All I know is I want to try them all out
These days when you see me around...AKA "The Man About Town"
The one that has the large following of friends
Everyone loves the tales that I tell, now that I tell them so well
The way I weave them from beginning to end
They all want to hang out with me, there's something special they see
Looks like I've come out of my shell
Now I don't think twice as I jump into life
Since things have been going so well
And all those personalities I own, I now leave those all home...
I keep the box locked high up on a shelf
I found the best personality I have is the one I was born with
And that people tend to like me for myself
Split Personalities
Any personality supposed to split
into dual triple even multiple
Characteristics be complex or simple.
Then and then human nature becomes complete.
Obstinate dominant boss in the office
may not dare to confront a domestic strife
but surrender to attitude of his wife.
At home, stubborn boss accepts soft suffice.
I, though a dictator in every sector
behave biased timid indulging my child,
submissive, cannot be rigid, always mild,
in magnitude and direction as vector.
Contradictory natures run parallel
Cruel- kind, mild- wild, bad-good simultaneous
Quiet-restless or scary-valorous.
Personality splits, quiet natural.
05/21/16
MAY DAY PREMIER Contest by Brian Strand
I'm a talent trapped by poverty and despair
I'm a voice that's lost in the misty air
I'm a rainbow hidden by clouds of gray
I'm the ear that's cupped to hear what you say
I'm the voice of reason that searches for rhyme
I'm the scribe of seasons. Sojourner of time
I'm celestial questions asked from within
I'm the hope for tomorrow that's hampered by sin
I'm the basket of fruit that never gets eaten
I'm the child of hate that's constantly beaten
I'm a tear from the eye of the blind that can't see
I'm the struggle of soldiers that fight to be free
I'm the spirit that lives within each and in all
Supporting the cast and answering the call
I'm the one that you wish you always had there
To share and to hug. To love and to care
I'm the flower that's shorter but still just as red
I'm the baby that giggles while going to bed
I'm the covers you clench in the night when you ache
I'm the sun that you see in the morn when you wake
I'm the spirit that soars in the dreams of your mind
I'm the light in the darkness that you seek to find
I'm the mystery of ages that no-one can solve
I'm the axis of life on which it revolves
All of these things are reflections of me
But I can't figure out just who I should be
Rockman :-)
PERSONALITIES OF ALICE
Alice peaks out through the hole she dug
Alice sneaks out through the hole she dug
And so forth
Always spying from underneath her fairytale gown
Magic bunnies were spun into her snow white skirt
Stitches always multiplying
She tried to show her tutor the trick
On the blackboard
On the whiteboard
Both equally unravel
Never adding up
Nor dividing myth
Redwood Alice touches the sky
Oblivious to life below
She tastes snow white cold on her tongue
Dramatic Alice handles opera glasses
Alice the mouse quivers inside her bowels
Because she’s bored
Alice flips cards
Displeasure of the Queen of Hearts
Too late to shuffle the deck
Bunnies flee
Skirt turns black
Redness squelches the air
“Well...well...well! What do we have here?”
“Off with her heads!”
The queen calls for banquet platters.
Rabbits ready to call the exact time of their deaths.
Timepiece swings like a sharp pendulum.
The queen is heartless.
The great redwood curtain falls.
Alice wakes up from her wonderland dream
Alice startled from her wonderland dream
And so forth
5/10/2017
People with multiple personalities have been studied
Someone I know makes our relationship quite muddied
No matter which one
Both make me come undone
A cross I must bear leading to conflict quite bloodied
Political Personalities
By Franklin Price
4/13/2016
Political personalities
Are oh so far from real
At least when I observe them
I think that is the deal
Whatever it takes to get the seat
Everything that's old and new
Would not be in the running
If they were not willing to
Their opponent is a liar
He's just a low class crook
All the bad things he has done
Would fill more than a book
They are quite the opposite
Have always been the best
Walked on water when it's there
Did not sink like all the rest
Never cheated never lied
Walked the straight and narrow way
Took no money for anything
So there's no one there to pay
Say when they're elected
They'll do everything for you
And when that does not happen
Say there was nothing they could do
The establishment would not help them
They tried their very best
The fault is never with them
It's the fault of all the rest
Remember next time they're running
And nothing has been done
Don't blame them that it happened
For they were not the one
Personalities, no names just the same
personalities, say what you will, after
swallowing a mediocrity pill...personalities
self inflicted pain, bold lies told
protect and defend at all costs
in the middle, I can’t stop
I want to but for pieces and parts
say NO way
samurai swordsmen conspiratorial debut
punctuated by delusion of self
even when I don’t know, I know
even when I know, I don’t know
Progress debuts again without reframe
Tired, sick of and too...
moaning with heaviness, inflexibility
what do I want, what do I do?
Continent,
shadowy kingdom,
watermark
Split personalities, if you found in a husband,
There is some plus, the circumstances under.
He will be twice as active in the bed!
But, here is a minus, he will eat more, squared.