A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.
quote by Gore Vidal
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In an individualistic culture, the narcissist is God's gift to the world. In a collectivist society, the narcissist is God's gift to the collective.
quote by Christopher Lasch
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Is He A Hero Or Just Another Villain?
Compliments aside.
I know you see your self as the hero.
All narcissist do in their own little fairy tales..
Somebody's got be the villain.
Let that be me.
Let me signal your defeat.
When the angels come marching in.
They will ask me what is it you think you have done?
It was just.
It was just.
My heart is not bleeding no not for him.
He was a lier destroying our entire society.
He was a cheat stealing our souls one at a time.
Good intentions gone awry.
As blood continues to forsaken the sky.
Seeing through the all seeing eye.
Trying to keep my head held up high.
A clout in the form of a disguise.
The ultimate sacrifice, with the ultimate backlash.
Compliments aside.
I know you see your self as the hero.
All narcissist do in their own little fairy tales..
Somebody's got be villain.
Let that be me.
Let me signal your defeat.
When the angels come marching in.
They will ask me what is it you think you have done?
It was just
It was just.
It was just.
It was just.
Forever stuck in the moral obligation of self justification.
A world where no jury or judge presides.
Not of your peers but for your peers.
A vigilante of the criminal sort.
When it comes to a last resort.
Tell me are you one that can pull that trigger?
Daggers forever invading the mind.
The bomb is still being primed.
Their's a fight going on for complete control over this world.
Tell me have you yet picked a side?
Compliments aside.
I know you see your self as the hero.
All narcissist do in their own little fairy tales..
Somebody's got be villain.
Let that be me.
Let me signal your defeat.
When the angels come marching in.
They will ask me what is it you think you have done?
It was just
It was just.
It was just.
It was just.
Now watch the walls crumble.
The shape shifters are pedaling ever nearer
No where to run now.
A new crown on your head is placed.
Hold it in disgrace
Drink the blood of your fellow man.
Yes you killed him.
Yes you killed him.
But it was just.
The words here are placed forever to stay.
But it was just.
Compliments aside.
I know you see your self as the hero.
All narcissist do in their own little fairy tales..
Somebody's got be villain.
Let that be me.
Let me signal your defeat.
When the angels come marching in.
They will ask me what is it you think you have done?
It was just
It was just.
Why can't you see it was just?
ITTT WWWAASSS JUUUSSST! ! ! !
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Every writer is a narcissist. This does not mean that he is vain it only means that he is hopelessly self-absorbed.
quote by Leo C. Rosten
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Nobody can be kinder than the narcissist while you react to life in his own terms.
quote by Elizabeth Bowen
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The megalomaniac differs from the narcissist by the fact that he wishes to be powerful rather than charming, and seeks to be feared rather than loved. To this type belong many lunatics and most of the great men of history.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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Narcissist: psychoanalytic term for the person who loves himself more than his analyst; considered to be the manifestation of a dire mental disease whose successful treatment depends on the patient learning to love the analyst more and himself less.
quote by Thomas Szasz
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Facebook Is Heaven For People With Attachment, Intimacy Issues
At times part of me feels that Facebook is heaven for people with attachment, intimacy issues, with avoidant and passive aggressive personality disorder. Or narcissist that collect people, that use people as objects.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Singing Darkness
In hirsute adolescence
a narcissist climbs
the breast and becomes
a graveyard of moons.
Talking of marginality,
a hole in the chest
ejects a secret of peachy skin
when wind was selling sex.
Most corrupt was me
always telling truth about the
warm eggs of chaotic legs
who will not climb down the street.
poem by Satish Verma
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The False Claims Of Empty Desires
Accomplishments, don't always happen when we wish.
But steadfast perseverance is a gift.
Sometimes you are not demanding enough.
You become over looked and missed.
Other times you put it off again.
In till the chance is gone.
It becomes of the dead and forgotten.
You were warned of this procrastination.
But in till now you ignored instead of heeding this revelation.
An empty desire becomes your masturbation.
Getting off on telling others what you will never do.
You need to hear it more and more.
You become a narcissist in this sense.
For you very well know the lie in this pretense.
No matter reason you give, those who know think of it as a weak defense.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Green In The Eye (Two)
Gruesome potentiality
Causes in you grotesque jealousy
My top hill rise
Is your ocean wide
Conspiracy
My honesty
Is your fallacious doubt
My hard rock integrity
Gives you a shock
Wave electric
My handsomeness causes
In you a complex
Inferiority
My respect
Did not kick out
In you
The nature
Narcissist
You hate me
As you want
To be like me
In disguise
You recognise
The essence
In me.
If you want
Come to devour me
With an open jaw
Like a wolf
But I am a seed
Concrete
Soon will be
In your womb
After months nine
To call you mother.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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There's nothing self-gratifying about knowing you've played a performance where people may easily dislike the character and associate it with you. There's nothing fun about having people suspicious about why you're making work. I'm clearly not networking or making a bid for popularity. I'm following another motivation, and it's not as a provocateur. It's because I'm blinded, like an idiot, by wanting to preserve and express an insight that I have, or an aesthetic that I believe in. I forget that people react to me personally as the representative of that. Did you see a credit for hair and makeup? How can I be a narcissist? I've never even had hair and makeup done for me on a film. I don't even know what I look like as I'm filming.
quote by Vincent Gallo
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Megalomaniacs Lunatics And Delusion
Who is the megalomaniac
who the victim of hubris?
What is dividing line between
healthy narcissism endowed
essential in all since birth?
What is a reasonable amount
of healthy narcissism in adults?
An individual's realistic
perception of self needs
allows balance harmony
in relations with others?
Bertrand Russell defined an
interpretation of megalomania
stating the megalomaniac seeks
to be powerful not charming
like a narcissist; therefore the true
megalomaniac seeks to be
feared rather than to be loved.
Thus many lunatics and most
of the great men of history
share similar forms of delusion.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Child Of Life
A family man made from anarchist.
an honest man made from a narcissist.
How a child changes things.
What was once their is now gone.
Planted in the ground and taken root.
A lost soul not so lost anymore.
What would happen if it was all taken away?
That would be a very dark day. Indeed.
Ripping the heart out and watching it bleed.
A choice within destiny.
Live knowing you know you have nothing left.
Or sacrificing yourself to bring about a greater good.
Blinded by devils mask.
Within the task a question must be asked.
What is it that can be gained?
How difficult is it to look in someone eyes before they die?
Love and hate mesh and merge.
It all converges at the point where one must choose to survive and witness sun die.
Only then will the moon rise.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Surgery
I can change I can cut it open
Look at me the way you did before
I can change
diagnose the symptom
buy the anecdote but not the cure
Hold me under
cut away this empty
Hold me under
change the way I feel about you
I can change
I'll correct the defect
repair the injury called you and me
I can change
I'll surrender to it
I can suffer with the best of them
Hold me under
cut away this empty
Hold me under
change the way I feel about you
I can't change
I'll replace the decay
make you second guess your everyday
I can't change
I'll survey the damage
Kill the narcissist with his reflection
until tomorrow
Hold me under
cut away this empty
Hold me under
change the way I feel about you
Hold me under
cut away this empty
Hold me under
change the way I feel about you
until tomorrow
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Clear Hearts Grey Flowers
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From The Files
O' such a tormented time you have made for me-
Withdrwn my souls quiescent solitude...
Drowning in the Black Magic that you weave...
Covering my psyche with your dusty attitude;
You follow me tenaciously with your atavistic violence-
Trembling in rescusitated memories that alone are mine...
I am reddened with an inarticulate response...
In the un-reconcilable bonds of: 'Once Upon A Time';
Anguished and fully apprised of your reality-
Your darkened altar begets many a crypric spell...
While talking to your reflection in your Daily Mirror-
'Who's the fairest-the cleverest-oh mirror do tell? ';
I learned much too late of your cunning...
I learned much too late of your hypothermic past-
Victims of your will-some are reeling still...
The Supreme Narcissist Of A Fallen Star Cast;
The Golden Rule
July 1,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Morose Moon
MOROSE MOON
esspeecee …16.07.09.
I’m hearing
Maddy music
Hip hops
In the cruise
Lovers romancers’
Flirt crazily chirp.
I’m seeing
Lurid love gusto
Lapping unto lees.
I’m seeing
Within azured ocean
Sinking of lone
Somber moon.
Ambulant songs
Moon sings,
Why O You
Narcissist egoic lovers
Stay but apathetic?
No time to say
Hello Moon; Why?
Morose moon
Sighs and shudders.
O Moon I’m there
Keep on singing.
O Songful moon
I’ll décor
Whole ether with
Junk jewellery
Of cascade euphony
Zoom with dancing
Ballet drops of million
Silvery parachutes.
Embellished surge
In the canvas of time
Thy minstrelsy
Will ever echo
In vast universe.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Fed up with the attitude of a system of indifference
People are fed up with the attitude of a system of indifference that uses them as objects to be manipulated to maintain a statusquo that intimidates and coerces people to serve its one-sided ends. People went along with it to maintain their life, their relationships, their families, in short, to adopt, they knew that it was unjust as well as out of touch, but it was sold as the best of all inperfect systems. But now the huberous of those entrusted to control the system is too much too bare and the citizens humanity is not being fulfill, and their human dignity is viewed as a histrionic element. So now we see our financial and political leaders in the light of their own greed that has broken the system, as the spoiled narcissist of the wealthy, and cunning who put their own life stile above the country and people that made their position possible. People want their humanity and dignity back as well as their life and are now willing to expose the hypocrisy of the con-artist.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Blot
Welcome stranger listen in
The presumption of innocence was buried again
Carve up-selloff
Triumphalism gotta be a curse or even worse
Its inherited its recurring, oh god
I have walked I have swum Ive hitchhiked and
Ive run do you know what I mean
I have sat with my beer in the eh drive in do you
Know what Ive seen
The triumphalist and narcissist are joined ear
And hip and phone
Theyre worshipping their chrome
Carve up-selloff
Some people speak with chainsaw tongue,
Some just golden arches smile
Some relish others suffering, some just run and hide
I have dreamed I have schemed I have made
Myself clean do you know what I mean
I have sat I have strayed got caught up
And I prayed do you know what Ive seen
The storys just the same but the ending it can change
He wants to build a monument its everlasting in cement
Its cellular recombinant he is not lite he will not die
Carve up-selloff
Gonna pick up all the pieces theyre available from species
With all the goat and all the sheep and all the
Human bits and pieces but hell make you
Sign the dna releases ... welcome ...
In the year of the reign of the real citizen kane,
Wilkommen, the squeeze is on, its a falling down on thou & I ...
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The Fake Friend Is At It Again.
I keep hearing these fake promises from fake friends.
Who needs them.
Stop lying.
Just exactly what are you trying to prove and to whom.
Next time your bored text somebody else.
Stop wasting my time with all the insincere pleasantries.
Like you actually care.
Do you now?
And do you think I do?
She kicked you out again didn't she.
You need a place to stay.
Oh but I'm suppose get you out of there.
I don't think so, not on my dime you must be out of your freaking mind.
I'm just not that interested in those who can't help themselves or admit the truth.
Your loss is not my problem.
Your created your mess so fix it.
I haven't spoken you in months, in fact I have been completely ignoring you.
To me I make it as if you don't even exist.
I pay more attention the garbage truck driving by then you.
A very long time ago I use to call you a friend.
But now I know better.
Your talk is cheap.
Your lies cost you steep.
Your a narcissist I just don't need.
A leech sucking the life out what ever you can.
Can I bum another dollar and some change for another beer, if you don't I'll just steal it from the money my girlfriend has been saving up for my kid.
Your one big guilt trip.
And I just don't feel that sorry for you.
Sit at home and play video games.
A claim to have mental disease so you don't have watch your very own kid.
Get a grip.
Get hold of yourself.
Come to back to the planet earth if you still can.
In till you do I'm just not talking you.
It is that simple.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Nieve Narcist
Speaking straight from the heart. when your world falls apart, who do you turn to? who is your angels with wings? With every new day comes a new mystery that needs solving. Answers are not opinions, but major decisions. Here is another one. like candy I'm handing them out. For if i can't fix this place, maybe then i can at least fix myself. The need to be needed. I'm bleeding on the bedroom floor and I've been here before. Its the power of my own self destruction. my reluctance to let anyone else in. for i live in sin and i feel so dirty and just cant get clean. words so obscene cant even describe me. For i got multiple personalities. major mood swing. from happy, upset, depressed, angry, to absolutely crazy. so many emotions sniping in my head. Death i welcome most days, id offer him a drink but i don't feel i have the time. got to keep moving so that for moment i feel slightly normal. living a life that actually makes sense. yeah right, I'm swimming in a false pretense. a naive narcissist that's what i am. Or maybe I'm just I'm just one of the dammed. fighting for nothing but my self preservation. knowing no luxury. cooped up in a hole. waiting for that chance. i got to prove something. just never know what. and that's just kind of screwed up. pick fights cause what i want i can never have. and probably don't even deserve. If i don't judge myself who will. tried by your peers will never measure up. to much bias every which way. so here am tell me what you I think. tell me what you hate. it might give me a reason to celebrate. it wont change anything. cause no matter what my actions are I'm still not the better man. I'll lose the fight before you can get one word in. its just who i am.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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