Description: this is just a quick something i wrote when i first signed up to this forum as a first glimpse at my writing and self for new readers. ironically enough it is my best piece even amongst all my most focused and passionate projects lol idk but its a fun read.
who am i -------------------------------------------
"who am i?"
why do i stand here today?
configured and shaped in the manner of which i portray?
"who am i?"
what has made me this way?
why must i live in such dismay because i ask of things this way?
why must i say what i say but can never truly convey the correct image i wish to display?
"who am i?"
why do i act this way?
why cant i say what i wish to say!
why cant i be the entity i see when you ask of me to describe the being of witch you see?
"who am i?"
is there a difference between mine and yours personality or are we simply at different points of view, gazing upon actuality?
"what am i?"
-a closer question to rationality-
is there really a difference in individuality?,
or is there only similarities distanced by causality?
"Who am I?"
-now i see-
I am me, a mere widow to reality, it is when you combine reality with my actuality to form the physicality of me; that my impression is lessened by your interpretation of my three dimensional representation...
the perplexity of my entity can never be fully seen; because there is no me!...
"My name is Sam"
and this is what I've seen...
I can see what you mean about the similarities. It's fascinating to ponder your very existence, who you are, what you you are, your purpose...although at times it can seem fruitless. I come from a religious background (though I identify as agnostic), and I studied psychology for some years. I've recently started reading about philosophy, and it was a combination of these three schools that sparked the idea for the poem, because I rarely know what i think about something until I start to write about it.
People also alter their idea of themselves as they grow up, their purpose changes as they identify with different roles, student, parent, wife ect...which can lead one to question the life they've created for themselves at that point. I much enjoyed reading this, thanks for directing me to it.
5 Well done..Very elusive, entertaining and illusionistic as in a what you think you see is'nt what really is kinda way.Pretty solid and good for my first impression of a riddle.It reminds me of something Ghandi said.
"Once a mans every move becomes suspicious to everyone.Everything he does becomes tainted." I think throughout this one you were asking yourself what matters and this is what I am saying about what is best for me which involves reality with everything else orbitting such as personalities, individuality and the rationalities that should be with these things pertaining one person who perplexes everyone else.I definitely love this bc I put myself in the position of reciting this riddle and getting a kick out of it when I think about the ppl who know me but not that well when they think they know so much.This could confuse ppl who'll read it and can't really relate based on the fact that in their lives they may not be portraying anything at all which they firmly believe is according to being themselves.That kinda caught my attention too.Why not a question mark on the end of the title though? That puzzles me since it's a riddle.Nice write for a beginning piece after just joining the site.Just what I thought of it
This reminds me of some of the experimental stuff I have written. I think it's good to question who we are, and everyone does from time to time. But the answer is always changing as we grow.
It also reminded me of something that could be freestyled to a beat, just the way the words flow. If you haven't heard Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan, check it out. He rhymes more lines in that song than most people do in three or four!
This is absolutely magnificent...the flow, the play on words, and the imagery...
You had a few typos..but meh... Im not grammar teacher... Anywho...
I verra much enjoyed this peice...