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he is not a monster, he's just like you

Contributed by Cancer on Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 01:00:44 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



grey space
filled in
with red (too often)
when sanity runs low
dwindling
or was it draining?
feels like a drain
always pulling inward
collapsing
feels like i'm going mad
(and it doesn't feel so bad)
doesn't hurt like i thought it would
just an affirmation
of a fleeting notion
that i've already forgotten

at night
(or early morning)
after the deeds are done
i sit and paint the page with pain
immortalizing immoral moments
when screams of pain
and pleas of mercy
sound sweeter to me
than the three empty words
that others yearn to hear

(not like them)
that's what i used to think
but maybe more like them
than i could ever guess
only my monster is closer to the surface
my demons aren't so complacent
their howling is not so easily quelled

all those years
felt like falling
but really i was ascending
rising above
rising beyond
the mediocore self-denial
the hypocritical surface values
that others wear to impress their peers
evolving like a vacuum
collapsing inward
to embrace the Beast of the Hollow
the dark place inside that we all fear
where we try to hide our Core
the beasts that wear no masks
the drooling hulking freaks
that reflect our true natures

going inside to rise above

(i may be a monster
but i am not a liar)

crimson rainbows
after the storm
dripping with guilt i cannot feel
conscience, a mask discarded
this will never go away

in shadows, lurking
a dirty window
into the psyche of the masses
the thoughts no one admits to having
the desires no one dares to sate
the dark side that they all fear to show

when i am caught
you'll call me evil
sick and psychotic
and condemn me to die
all the while
trying to drown out the voice inside
covering it with the noise you surround yourself with
smothering it with busy schedules and sitcoms
but the voice is always there
whispering the truth you fear,

"he's not so different
in fact,
he's just like you"




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2004-10-02 13:00:44]
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Re: he is not a monster, he's just like you (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 01:05:24 PM AEST
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a very dark write you are so gifted in your poems :)

pixie xx


Re: he is not a monster, he's just like you (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 01:44:32 PM AEST
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my demons aren't so complacent......yes indeed!!!! i sit and paint the page with pain......sometimes the page is the only thing that accepts all of us......i love your work.......you validate so very well......


Re: he is not a monster, he's just like you (User Rating: 1 )
by Chilibear on Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 09:56:59 PM AEST
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this poem is great, and i love the title. Keep it up- Chili


Re: he is not a monster, he's just like you (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 03:25:57 PM AEST
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Such a strong message. And the lines:

"when screams of pain
and pleas of mercy
sound sweeter to me
than the three empty words
that others yearn to hear"

...just spoke volumes to me.

Excellent ***** poem.


Re: he is not a monster, he's just like you (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 01:58:31 AM AEST
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I loved this and I wish I could write half as
good as you. There are no words in the
English to describe my deep love for this
poem *kicks himself for not learning Spanish
or German*. I don't know how you get your
ideas for writing these poems, but all your
poems are just brilliant. You should really get
yourself published man... and then you won't
have to work as an electrician which you
seem to despise... and of course I'll have to
take a 20% cut of all your profits I'll never have
to work another day in my life. I'm rambling
this was an EXCELLENT gem of a poem...
and it sounded sort of psychotic.

Bobo (Joel)

P.S. I love the thought of seeing distraught
kids returning home from school after talking
about your poems... it will be joyous indeed.




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