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I heard she’s a narcissist he said.
Because she had self-worth I thought.
But I am only eight. What do I know?
Maybe she is used to pretty things.
She’s vain, Aunt G told me, he added.
For emphasis which he does sometimes when unsure.
I walked away; a good book was waiting on my bed.
You shouldn’t be uppity, he yelled after me. I flashed a grin.
She’s rude, he said. His voice filtered up the stairs.
Loud laughter now at the new woman’s expense.
She’s probably overbearing, grandma said loudly.
She cannot hear, so her voice travels through concrete.
She’s pompous, over proud, horrible, I thought, rolling my eyes.
I already knew that in this family only males were encouraged toward pride.
Women were expected to be docile, chattel, easy to control and mold.
My sister squealed, probably gets to bake cookies.
I picked up my book and became Pippi Longstocking, the Pirate Queen.
Aloof, self-assured, living by my own assertiveness and clever wits!
At the time I knew I had to keep you further back
so people wouldn't look to you for knowledge or for fact
I was unaware they call it "going no contact"
and you being a narcissist explains the way you act
I never stopped to think that I was making your life tougher
and that you only felt good when I was made to suffer
choosing to manipulate in ways that I wouldn't bother
and that you think success is found in the failure of another
now I can see clearly if you're near me or my path
that I'll suffer the consequences created by your wrath
as you are just a narcissist and I am your empath
the truth is if you're allowed to close you'll tear my world in half,
but if I keep you a safe distance you're a joke at which I laugh
Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?" the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer
It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd!
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo
What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel
"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!
It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers
It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
It’s all about you.
You are beautiful;
You are wonderful.
You are definitely one of a kind.
Because you truly are, beautiful
And you truly are, so wonderful
And with your love in your life, you feel so alive.
You’re the best of the best
And you’re all there is.
You are the narcissist.
And as the narcissist stares deeply into the pond,
Never realizing, he is already gone,
He has been lost inside his own reflection.
Casting no image, the unknown word humility, is without action.
Mirror man walking towards himself with pride.
He is going to fall through to the other side.
So self-aware, yet so see through.
His heart is invisible,
As is his wife…
Staring into the blue.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Finally, I see you—the grim reaper—emanating death.
During the time I spent with you, I always gave you my best.
You couldn’t deny that you lavished great pride
I was in it, but you simply didn’t care. Why?
I wept tears of sorrow as you unapologetically walked away.
As if comforting me was time borrowed, just another day.
I succumbed to depression; in my vulnerability, you blurted out,
“I expect you learned your lesson,” with a cruel shout.
Why did you do this to me? What have I done deserving of you?
Is it fair to receive such treatment that is so cruel?
I was in the shadows, invisible and confused and not understood.
It all left me wondering in this mystical darkness of falsehood.
Now the shoe is on the other foot you are sobbing?
My heart, heavy with sacrifices, ached as you kept robbing.
Now you are, pleading, tugging on me desperately asking me not to go.
You repeatedly emphasized I was a mistake.
You were the trailblazer who paid my way.
You insisted no one would love me. I would only cause pain.
Now, see who is groaning, pleading, and moaning
Malevolence exposed by the light.
You were fully aware I was the devoted wife.
You held me back, grounding my dreams.
You uncaringly clipped my wings.
The veil has been lifted.
The dynamics have shifted.
Regrettably, we both missed it.
I refused to endure life with a narcissist.
Hope Among The Rubble
Lego gangsta rap telling truth from inside Irans regime
Another political trap selling the youth out to be redeemed
The sound of a unified clap as the population is demeaned
Another international mishap that could cause a quiet man to scream
Unimaginable consequences that play out on the global stage
Unfathomable instances that cause a malevolent narcissist to rage
Inconceivable happenstances that are appearing on histories page
Irredeemable incidents occurring as they silence a visionary sage
Economic collapse looming upon every possible horizon and shore
Moronic demented relapses that leave you questioning what it’s all for
Subsonic missiles retract as they mine the ocean floor
Bubonic particles exact themselves upon the greedy and the poor
Ambitious universal moral urgency forces a meeting of minds
Suspicious controversial resurgence of a refining of the times
Auspicious infomercials divergence from ethics that mimic a lie or a mime
Pernicious propaganda converges as the age is redefined
Reflections from a mind that ponders only upon the wise
Deflections from a ruling class that has long avoided its own demise
Detections from a leader that’s crass that has collided with his own compromise
Injections of aggression and advertising that need to be revised
Twighlight being the rarest space for beauty and reprieve
Highlight the hope among the mess as the masses are deceived
Insight for both the young and old as they fight to accurately perceive
Delight for one who has the might among this to create and to conceive
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
NARCISSIST PRIDE
He knows he caused her distress & stress,
Yet chooses silence, though he's a mess.
Within his heart, a tempest brews,
Regret and anguish he can't refuse.4
But his ego, like a shield, remains,
Suppressing remorse, embracing his pains.
Within solitude, he cries alone,
A tortured spirit, his heart turned stone.8
He'd rather suffer, a silent plight,
Than humbly seek forgiveness, contrite.
In silence, he bears the weight of remorse,
A self-inflicted punishment, a twisted course.¹²
But the girl he injured longs for his plea,
A heartfelt apology to truly set her free.
Yet, trapped in his narcissistic hall,
He wallows in his prideful thrall.¹6
He chooses his thorny path instead,
Leaving the girl's heart heavy with dread.
Oh, narcissist, blinded by your own reflection,
Release your ego and seek reconnection.²°
For in apology lies the bridge to mend,
And in humility, a chance to comprehend.
Let your tears fall, not in solitude's demise,
But as a catalyst for heartfelt apologies to arise.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Who is this man they call Putin
Destroying Ukraine by bombing and shooting
Ordering his soldiers to take over each city
On their brave citizens he has no pity
A little boy said,"I want to live not die"
He was a lone little orphan with a tear in his eye
You can see for yourself the pain and suffering is real
Just watch the news coverage it will make you ill
Seeing the Ukrainians with tears anguish and strife
While some brave Ukrainians stay and risk their life
Led by President Zelinsky they are so strong
Putin led by the devil is so wrong
Pray for the Ukrainans to keep their strong will
That Putin and his soldiers their country can't steal
Don't believe the false statements Ukrainians at fault
Putin is the greedy narcissist carrying out this assault
Read the Bible story of David and Goliath and then pray
That like David the Ukrainians,with God's help, will defeat the devil's evil way
Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour
weaves the senility web,
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland.
The hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
The face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of the narcissist impulse congealed
in the portrait I make of me.
It’s made of latent lattice of delicate design,
lines on lines contour my body.
The vibrant epitome of expression align
with the pattern of unique look personified.
An insular captive of my mental making,
I’m an inimitable loner within me,
defined by the entrenched essence singular,
scared to face the crowded world.
I get driven by the self-obsessed urge
to uplift my sagging morale,
clothe the portrait with an apposite attire.
I open the sparse closet to select a T-shirt
with the walking punchline
“Be Brave, Be You” inscribed bold.
It makes a simple style statement
for me coming out of the lonesome shell.
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