Who I Am

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I am constantly being told
by men
who write
that they will unravel
the mystery of me

That they will put pen
to paper
and draw forth
some real person
out of the chaos before them
and they will sort it into words
and phrases
and turn me real
Name me
like Adam did the beasts of yore
and thus save me
from this mess

They swear this
because men who write
are addicted to drama

Not one has done it yet

They are mistaken
of course
I am not the princess
no manic pixie here
Monster Girl is me
all claws and teeth and bones
and hidden anatomy
Nightmare Girl am I
with my eyes
of earth, sea and sky
no checkboxes can hold
Defiant Girl, forever
my feet planted
shoulder width
arms up
hair back
scarred and scary me

My heart is a furnace
and my soul is the howling void.

[Vanadium Gryllz]

Woo! 

[Eater of Clowns]

This is quite good, QG.

[The Wizard Joseph]

My guts told me this might be poetry. I'm very glad to see that I happened to be right! HOLY as fuck!



C'est le SQUAM!
It has no name!
It is The Futue!
Unwrit but glamorous
Tentaclamourous

And in fashion
None shall question
Le terrible passion
that is the SQUAM!

There's, to my mild shock, something like this actually to be found on Google

Pic1 would be true SQUAM!-glamor with a bit of punk... note how recent the date is!

The second one is some weird shit about putting an octopus on your head... In soft lighting. .. pseudo- or preferably just FALSE-squam. The difference being in the clear misunderstanding about what it means to "wear the tentacle" to the uninitiated.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That is really good!

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Edited version:

I am constantly being told
by men
who write
that they will unravel
the mystery of me

That they will put pen
to paper
and draw forth
some real person
out of the chaos before them
and they will sort it into words
and phrases
and turn me real
Name me
like Adam did the beasts
and thus save me
from this mess

They swear this
because men
who write
cannot leave well enough alone
cannot be simply happy
but chase down beauty
and devote themselves
to hopeless pursuits
desperate for suffering
they can turn
into art

And I am the art
they think
is waiting to be
They are mistaken
of course
I am not the Princess
no Manic Pixie here

Monster Girl is me
all claws and teeth and bones
and hidden anatomy

Nightmare Girl am I
with my eyes
of earth, sea and sky
no checkboxes can hold

Sorcerous Girl, still standing
stronger than the dark
stradling the spaces
between
where witches work
and logic rules

Defiant Girl, forever
my feet planted
shoulder width
arms up
hair back
scarred and scary me

My heart is a furnace
and my soul is the howling void.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Your poem reminds me that one of the things I like about being middle-aged is that, at 45, my body is no longer a template for lonely men to project their fantasies onto.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Your poem reminds me that one of the things I like about being middle-aged is that, at 45, my body is no longer a template for lonely men to project their fantasies onto.

I understand more and more as I get older why men prefer young women. The person I used to be thought that bullshit was romantic. She just didn't know any better.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Your poem reminds me that one of the things I like about being middle-aged is that, at 45, my body is no longer a template for lonely men to project their fantasies onto.

I understand more and more as I get older why men prefer young women. The person I used to be thought that bullshit was romantic. She just didn't know any better.

YEP. Fragile, weak-spirited, petty men look for a woman they can control, and that gets less and less likely as we get older.