The world is full to overflowing
With those who only care
To sell themselves.
Everywhere you look
Everywhere you turn
The tired old wares
Of ego hang
For all to see.
They think they are flowers
But they’re attracting no bees.
(5/17/26)
Sanity, trampled by
her narcissism
Weeds grew &
choked the beauty
of daisies.
I have studied the mirror
until it spoke back—
not with truth,
but with hunger.
There is an individual there
who does not exist
unless it is seen—
and when it is seen,
it devours it's gaze
that made it.
It's love is a blade
polished to brilliance,
held out as a gift
that cuts only inward—
never itself.
It builds kingdoms
out of other people’s breath,
taxes their tenderness,
burns their doubt for warmth,
and calls it survival.
Inside it,
a child once whispered,
“I am small.”
I am vulnerable, do you not hear me?
But the whisper was buried
beneath monuments of grand design—
stone upon stone
of borrowed admiration.
It cannot bear the quiet,
for silence tells the truth:
there is no throne—
only scaffolding.
And so it fractures the world
before it can reflect on it's self clearly—
distorts, denies, divides—
until even the stars
seem to orbit it absence.
I have measured it
not in cruelty,
but in emptiness.
A void
that must consume
to feel its edges.
And still—
in the deepest chamber
where no audience follows—
It stands before a cracked mirror
that will not speak,
and fears
it never will.
This mind is forever desolate, lost within the tides
Peace of mind I have never known
Find me among dripped tears
Follow crimson footsteps that lurk under
closed doorways
Locked knobs to keep the world at bay
Don't help, Don't fix me
You listened behind those hinges
I thought the noise was stuck in my head,
Dreams that echoed into reality
The screams were this hidden voice that bellowed
Lying that I am fine
I've tried, I've tried
I feel so empty, lost
I want to let go
But who believes a crying wolf.
Never argue with a narcissist. You will never win.
You are better off playing chess with a filthy pigeon.
Never argue with a narcissist, even when you are in the right.
They will twist your words around and try to start a fight.
Never argue with a narcissist, it isn't worth the stress.
They will turn around and blame you when they are the ones
who made the mess.
When they know you see through them, they will fear exposure.
That is when they dump you, don't try to seek closure.
Never underestimate what goes on in their sick twisted brain.
They will lie and gaslight you and make you think you are insane.
Don't confront their bad behavior, I know this may seem hard.
Don't show the hurt and anger you feel about their discard.
Never give your narcissist, your precious time of day.
The only way you will win with them is to just not play.
They will never take accountability, so please take my advice.
If you play stupid games with a narcissist, you win a stupid prize.
Call it karma, call it fate, call it destiny
There is a force unseen that blows our course.
And yet as we roll and tumble
We wish to be free
And so resist
Shake our fists in defiance of the gods
And innovate, invent and imagine our way
Into a better life.
But still we suffer pains and dissatisfactions
With every up and down,
Still we roll and tumble
Along the path of our destiny.
But the spark of freedom catches and glows
As we feel it is our right to be “Me!”
My body my choice, my mind my choice
My life to be self-determined…
As the path divides and turns
Into a broad tangled delta
Before the sea.
Where does it all end? We don’t know
But we can see
The desire to be our own gods of destiny
Unleashes every possibility
From Pandora’s transhuman box of demons
In our lust to just be me.
(9/15/25)
I am not one to keep a sinking ship afloat,
nor am i one to captain a drowning crew.
Sacrificing self for an inevitable end is a thirst never quite quenched.
Surrounded by water, what is the point when it is filled with salt; sorrow and a disposition for the petty?
Do not be the vain captain of a sinking ship.
Narcissism and a need for control will strain relationships,
give birth to dubious loyalty,
the curse of blood is not the royalty you think it is.
blood and debt is not enough to keep the ship afloat.
Patch the holes present.
Build boards that last; not ones diminished and impaired by fear,
but ones repaired with words held dear,
then maybe the ship may reach its destination… once adversary is clear.
Within me lays a vacancy,-
a searing pain deep in my heart.
Despite how we had left things-
I cannot stand being apart.
This cavern in my chest-
It aches for you, and only you.
Your absence tears my soul,
and leaves my insides black & blue.
So many priceless moments-
(I wouldn't) trade them for the world.
But sometimes, dear, you scare me...
I watch as your darkness unfurls.
You become a different person-
(lately,) it's been more so than not.
Where did your softness go?-
Don't think once that I forgot.
It hasn't disappeared, of course-
You still speak to me sweet nothings.
You lift me to the skies-
make sure I know that I'm worth something.
Know in my heart you love me...-
(or) maybe that's just what I hope.
Just what are these red flags?-
Where are they from? How do I cope?
I'm sure things will be fine-
we all have bad days after all.
I know that you've been stressed-
So, I'll be here in case you fall.
All that being said-
we can't be stuck like this forever.
(So,) I'll survive all of these storms-
if it means we can be together.
"The dealer cheated!"
You cry to deaf ears
Or at least, ears that need some aid
"The game makers should've by now retreated,
You will keep in mind my tears
When you pay for what I paid."
Honey, the world doesn't work remotely like that
It won't turn in your favor when you play Blackjack
The masses are cruel, they'll ridicule you like a fool
And you'll simply stand there as if you are their mule
When you display bare minimum poise
Do not expect the public to kneel, preen, they'll reciprocate
To them you will only be nuisance, noise
And yes, it will be easy to self-deprecate.
So don't expect to walk into the casino to gamble
Without checking for a place to run
If you're narcissistic, consider this an eerie preamble
You won't get to act high and haughty and shout 'Twenty one!'
If only I'd seen,
Your true colours shine,
Before your poisonous thoughts,
Could ever dominate mine.
Your toxic, degrading comments,
Began taking their toll,
Making me feel worthless,
Tactically destroying my soul.
Manipulating me to believe,
Way too many times,
I was completely crazy,
Guilty of YOUR crimes.
Searching for the evidence,
I could never find,
All just to prove,
Wasn't loosing my mind.
Still to this day,
My anger burns deep,
I once lost myself,
To a narcissistic creep.
they come with mirrors,
not to see themselves,
but to make you disappear.
you say the sky is blue,
they say it never was.
you say you're tired,
they say that you have slept.
you say they hurt you,
they say you begged for it.
they bend reality like Einstein,
grinning as you doubt your own memories,
your own breath,
your own name.
by the time you crawl away,
you aren't sure if you were ever whole,
or just another reflection
in their life of broken mirrors.
Narcissism
Oh, there are so many bad definitions
Narcissism is not an egoism or selfishness
Ask please Salvadore Dali, the painter
Condemning false ascertainment, it’s love
lifestyle, a style, what gives a protection
Help others, create new things here and there
And, and
the Love
Be health
and, and
Feel well
A waiter
A broker
A trader
An actor
An artist
Must be
magnetic,
good looking
for positive
feedback.
I grew roots in my solace of gray
Time crept in silence
I found calm in her chaos.
She doused my soul in gasoline
but not to ignite wonder in me.
I became her supply, the fuel for her fury
Her scapegoat, someone to blame
I am no longer me but a puppet on
a narcissist string.
My heart held hostage between
Love n Hate
Torn between chambers of unhealed wounds
There whispering chants, wrecked havoc on my brain
Fiery embers slowly die for
I am no longer me inside.
Covered in weeping blisters
Scorched and torn
Prickled vines punctured like knives
Pain grew as these roots settled deep
In the days haze, I found comfort in
this familiar city of gray.
The narcissist has emptied me.
Dearest,
I know we agreed
to practice stretching our compassion
to include those we actively loath,
and I have been trying
but...
Yes, I know,
it's difficult to out-trump Trump's
apparent toxicity,
with benign integrity
without appearing morally comatose
So,
what have you come up with?
maybe it could work for me as well
When my Republican friends
ask me for feedback,
which happens maybe...
...well, never
I go with
I have noticed that Mr. Trump's
emotional intelligence
and his generous talent for ignoring hypocrisy
are unimpeachable.
Which could mean
his lack of enlightenment
and his lack of integrity
are not, in and of themselves,
impeachable offenses
And it could mean
his sinister affective intelligence
and tenacity
remain unquestioned
by other self-righteous
AntiFeminist Capitalists
As they speak amongst themselves
inside EarthTribe's
Straight White Privileged
Men's Room.
The custody evaluator’s
Grand plan,
Playing God with
Other people’s lives,
What could
Possibly go wrong.
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