Weakness

Addendum:

I do this as a humbling exercise. I write this, not to be hard on myself, but to remember to come down to earth every once in a while. It's good to know one's weaknesses.

I am:
A pompous and arrogant writer
Talking down to my audience in my blog (sometimes, maybe all of the time?)
An asshole
Getting the wrong ideas
Strong with my accusations
Weak when defending my friends
A poor conversationalist
Lacking much confidence
Becoming everything I never wanted to be
Losing what makes me a good person
Over creative - I try to write in a way untypical of the way the masses communicate and it's not working
A hypocrite
Selfish
Unfocused
Unable to concentrate

Pen Name

I am starting to feel as if I am someone else when I write. Someone has pointed this out to me as well. If you know me well, you know that I'm a pretty positive person, or at least I used to be. Whenever I write, I tend to bring out all of the negative energies within me. Perhaps I need to refocus my topics to more positive things? My own impression of my writing is comparative to that of my opinion of the mass media - it's generally negative. I also think that the media is controlled, but that's not the comparison I'm aiming for. I thought I'd just add that for good measure.

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Poetic Justice! Gloom! Gloom!

As I walked
I stumbled upon
A path most would dare not tread upon.

The trees, barren, skinned
The lights murky and dim
My emotions a shell
Yet now beginning to well.

A slave to dredge on
Feeling nothing but gray
I sensed only darkness
Lonely, my soul flayed.

My body was numbed
By the anchor I carried
An anvil of guilt
Had been keeping me weary

Eating crumbs of despair
Despised, and unaware
That I was robed with aggression
From our failing's ascension.

Alone in the dark
I had only one thing
to keep me going - to stop my tears from flowing.

This box of light
My love and my pining
An imperfect jewel
You send my stars aligning.

It was to you that I wandered
But you had since left
And I'm left to ponder
What am I to do?
Without you I am somber.