Somewhere Between Here and There by Shotzie at All poetry

Somewhere between here and there
I have lost myself,
forgetting who I am,
adrift between realms of reality.

The eyes that gaze back at me
are not mine.
Their stare I do not recognize
between these bands of limpidness.

This is not my skin I feel.
Alien flesh
wrapped over unknown bones.
A stranger greets me in the glass.

Existence has become a spider,
spinning
its web of entrapment.
The silken death of suffocation.

Jason Yarbrough
April 16th, 2005

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Written April 16th, 2005

A contest entry

Imagery!!!!!!!!!!! by XxwhisperonthewindX. 900 points, ended November 16, 79 entries
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XxwhisperonthewindX
November 12
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great piece, your on the finalists list thanks fr entering and good luck!!

-Mary-
January 6, 2007

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Jason - the realization that you have lost yourself means that you "knew" yourself...now you are returning to and develoing that knowledge - continue my new friend...
ecrivain01
May 13, 2005
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This is an excellent write. I don't know about "losing yourself". To me it seems more like you've "found yourself".
Edited on May 13, 10:21 p.m. because 'typo'.
dsfhsdjfgsdfgsfh
May 8, 2005
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Okay, I have decided to take you up on that offer of yours; I have a terrible hangover and this may amuse me. Please note that I'm not trying to put you down but rather try to help you.
Honestly I didn't like this much. It seemed so bland. You had one good line, existence has become a spider, but it is soon grayed in overly used metaphors. I understand there may have been emotion in this but there didn't seem to be enough thought and original ideas to connect to the reader.
I will continue perusing your poetry.
d a f f o d i l
April 29, 2005
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wow...i am speechless...this was captivating...thank you so much for this outsatnding beautiful and powerful write shotzie! wow...
-Reality-
April 24, 2005
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The enemy is not alone, there's a stranger in the mirror...
I hate when you look in the mirror, and you don't feel or look like yourself. It's a completely different person altogether. I guess the only thing to say is find who you were, and hold on tight, and look around you, I'm sure the people that are in your life can help you find and keep yourself .
This is a good write, I like it.

Kami
PureAmethyst
April 19, 2005
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although im young, i can relate to this. I was diagnosed with depression last year and i have not been sure who i am ever since.
This write holds so much imagery and emotion, the description is beautiful, i love how you wrote about your skin being alien and the spider spinning its web, very creative, again well done. Best wishes xXxPurexXx
crystaldust
April 19, 2005
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crystaldust 20-04-05 17:06
It's an awful feeling, isn't it, not knowing who and where you are? Really courageous poem, this, and a beautiful write to boot. You may find, of course, when you look back on this time that you have never really lost yourself. You were simply taking a breathing space from life's traumas. When you come out of the cocoon the spider has wrapped you in you will, I am sure, find a stronger, more positive, you. The mystics used to call where you are "the dark night of the soul" and, when they came through that, they found themselves richer than they ever thought they could be.
Princess Muse
April 18, 2005
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Jason this is beautiful...This reminds me of looking into the mirror and finding a stranger staring back at me so many times...We often lose sight of who we are...Meandering through the daily chores of life ...Our perception clouded by so many things...Entombed in a world created for us that which we allow and succumb to...Until one day when the chrysalis opens and metamorphosis begins...We find who we are deep inside and gather strength to be who we are and proud to do so...The spider's web becomes warm and comfortable for a while until it suffocates you...Perhaps the chrysalis is ready to open with the rebirth of Spring so that you may find 'you' within yourself and be who you are, breaking free of the binds...Rediscovering Jason...Brilliantly written with the talent I have come to know you for...Your writing possesses such a depth of emotion that cuts through the murky shadows and reaches within the beast, bearing all...Never lose that gift and what that gift brings you...Yourself.
Tory
Edited on Apr 18, 9:39 p.m. because ''.
angela wells
April 18, 2005
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I do hope you are aware that you, from what I have observed, have received more applause than any other on this site. There are so many that share in my opinion that you are an immacualate writer. There aren't many like you with the talent and style that you possess. I certainly hope that you plan on taking your talent beyond this website.....and sharing it with the rest of the world somehow. Beautiful work.
sleeping dragon
April 17, 2005
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Wow! This is really good, it's been a while since I gotten to actually sit down and read others work...this is a good poem...I myself can relate because, in my interpretation, this is about age and the fear of it...maybe I'm wrong and it's about guilt..but for me it's about growing old and losing your youth, your worth...I look in the mirror sometimes and just want to scream...cry and erase what I see...I try to cover lines that are not really there, and buff a smooth face, and the sad fact is, I'm only 28...before I write you a novel I will say again, Very good write...this is one that touches home
Ava Noire
April 16, 2005
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The last stanza is the best.

Hope you find yourself soon.
punkrocksmidge
April 16, 2005
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You and your metaphors ...never cease to amaze, hunn I think you ended this off on a very strong note, and left a lot of people walking away with a new thought to mull over (me foremost). I really love how this seems to flow immaculately off the page, and pretty much everyone can relate to it... from one point in their lives or another. This is one of my favourites of your work, possibly the favourite. Incredible work, Jason. You're so talented

~Samantha~
SuZyCuE
April 16, 2005
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Hey have you been peeking into my mind lol, This is awesome Jason, I can so relate to this more than you know
B Chandler
April 16, 2005
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absolutely wonderful write
wooooooo this eeriely sounds and looks like a write i did a while back but either way this held ALOT of depth and hell i dont know what other compliments to give ya for this kick ass write
Raiderbaby
April 16, 2005
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I really liked this poem its different from wat i have read.
Untill It Sleeps
April 16, 2005
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it seams like an endless strugle to find our true selfs and in the end its like a bleak peridox we are who were were serching to become,
rock on
-pippy--
Pamela A Lamppa
April 16, 2005
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Wow. This poem is filled with depth and perception of one wise in years and experience. Moving, still, silently familiar.
masterblaster
April 16, 2005
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Hi my friend, this I like very much, seems you are going through a crisis,it will pass, we all have them, I am just getting over one as well, lol, very good write with super flow, good use of words, great, I will send you one of those funny things that flap there arms about like a demented bat, hugs Di
requiempoet
April 16, 2005
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great job Jason, I like the last line alot.. actually the whole stanza is pretty damn breath taking