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The Monster |
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PoeticJustice Junior Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 44AK, USA |
This is one of my older ones... Some of the rhymes are a little weird, almost forced, but I think it's a pretty good one. Criticism is always welcome. The Monster It’s autumn now And I can still feel your smile. The auburn leaves, Lie in a pile. The sky is gray, Fitting for my mood. The air is chilled, And my heart is skewed. A look at the bare trees Brings me to my knees. Tears flow as memories surface Memories from last autumn. Wiping my eyes I start to lose control Vowing revenge On the one who stole Your most precious gift, Your cause for living. Your soul is what that monster stole I rush inside and grab the gun But that is as far as I go. I put it down and get the rake Knowing I almost put it all at stake. I can’t kill it now For if I do MY soul will be stolen Like some mystic voodoo. Tears flow again When I see the leaves in the pile. Auburn no longer, They’re now red like blood. Then rain starts to fall Dirt changes to mud. Stirring more memories Of the terrible past. The monster and me, They’re both here. You are too But not for long. You say the wrong things And it gets real mad I can’t help at all The situation is bad. Soon you are gone Blood trails on the floor. The monster has left And I am alone. To reality I come back I know now what I must do. “Devil!” I shout, tears on my face. “Show yourself monster Be you demon or beast. Either of which, I care in the least.” Out of the shadows It bore it’s all. A demon it was And none too small. “What do you want, you tiny mortal? I was sleeping peacefully. When you, with your boisterous Yelling disturbed my rest. What do you want, you ignorant pest?” I quickly grab the gun And point it at the monster. “You put me through hell!” In it’s face I yell. “You ruined my life You murdered my wife And now it’s my turn. My turn to make YOU suffer Horribly, like I have.” The demon but laughs As though my words are nothing. “You petty threats mean little to me A sniveling coward is all you’ll ever be.” My face strains in frustration As the gun points at its head. Just a movement of the finger And forever it will be dead. “I’m not a coward, Just a shy young guy. You on the other hand, You're just a lie. YOU are the coward And a big one at that. Your love is skinny, But your hatred is fat.” The demon was angry As was apparent to me. It spoke once again Voice filled with loathing. “You insolent fool I should have killed you long ago. I guess now will have to do, Here we go!” With that it strikes But not before me. I pull the trigger And it ceases to breathe. I sigh in relief. It is then I notice Blood on my face. Running down my cheeks. I then realize that It’s not easy to see, but The monster was my life The monster was me. |
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D edgar Grey Member
since 2002-08-21
Posts 174Hell...(aka Wisconsin) |
I can see where the rhymes were forced, but overall this piece went smoothly...very nice! Zai jian Carson If time and space are curved, where do all of the straight people come from? |
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