I’m the Person You don’t know who is Not the Pathological Narcissist Mentioned in Rob Goldstein’s Blog Post that You Haven’t Read

Art by Rob Goldstein

The Medusa
The reason I’ve decided to revive this post is because a friend from Flickr informs me that a pathological narcissist is posting to the streams of people I don’t know on Flickr that I’ve accused her of trolling my art group.

That’s not correct.

I’ve accused her of stealing my art group.

When you keep things that don’t belong to you it’s stealing.

When you lie about people it’s called slander.

And when you feel entitled to hurt people for your own sadistic
amusement you are probably a malignant narcissist.

In October of last year this woman claimed on an unrelated topic posted to The Neighborhood that she was the Narcissist I was writing about on my blog.

I am not sure what to think of a woman who identifies herself on the blog of someone she doesn’t know as one of two unnamed women I described as malignant narcissists

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Words and Tones | [POETRY]

In this poem, I wanted to interpret how words and tones can impact a person’s spirit. 

I wanted the words to this verse to create an impact in several different areas…

I wanted them to speak to bullying – in both a child’s and adult’s lives.

I wanted them to speak to abuse – physical, emotional, spiritual…

I wanted them to speak to the injury we may haplessly create regardless of our intentions.

My words and tones have caused hurt to others and they are something I can never take back.

I wanted them to serve as a reminder to myself and others of what we say and how we say it, can impact a person’s life right now.

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Words and Tones

Their hateful words and tones of voice, ripped into her heart.

They ripped a life in two that day, they tore it right apart.

Ripping flesh right off the bone, of that 10-year old someone’s girl.

Their ignorance and self righteousness, broke her little world.

Their callousness and piercing tongues, broke the boy that day.

At 12 he never imagined, to see his self esteem thrown away.

Their burns and punches, curses flung, did his spirit break.

Leaving memories and happiness, destroyed in terror’s wake.

And when our tones, and little words, enter others’ ears.

Are we sending kindness and caring, or terrorizing little fears?

We can make or break a spirit, we can build up or break down.

It all depends on what we say, that make them smile or frown.

Dragons Don’t Win | [POETRY]

Do we each have the moral courage to stand up for those whom are bullied?

I promise to answer the call.

WILL YOU JOIN ME?

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Dragons Don’t Win

Today I saw her spirit, crushed and tak’n away.

The Punisher thought it funny, to treat the girl this way.

The target of repression, he labeled her downcast.

And struck her with his names and stones, and with his fiery blast.

And to the silent, brittle girl, I lunged to take the fire.

To shield her from the dragon’s heat, to help the flames expire.

And all the dragon did, was turn and walk away.

Because someone stood up to the beast, and saved a soul today.