Epsilon Posted July 30, 2015 Share Posted July 30, 2015 (edited) Most monsters hide beneath the bed, Your darkest fears they are fed. But this monster hides above the sheets, A guise so thick, his appearance so sweet. A figure of light, of authority, of kindness, But truth be told, he is nothing like this. He is a manipulative man, with no intention bliss. A snake in the grass, an aggressive hiss. But you see, there is nothing to be done. The monster is trusted, only I can run. Run from his past, hidden by guilt. Run from his manipulative soul, built on his own sore will. Run from his abusive and vindictive temper, only inflated by his own anger. To run is to be useless, and useless I am not. A martyr I must act, a saviour for my own god. I must warn my own people, but locked in the tower I am. I cannot reach the courtyard, where the monster still stands. Edited July 30, 2015 by Epsilon 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dard Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 This goes completly off-topic.... I had a nice read though regarding your poem! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 31, 2015 Author Share Posted July 31, 2015 (edited) This goes completly off-topic.... I had a nice read though regarding your poem! Thanks man, it was fun to write. Edited July 31, 2015 by Epsilon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Botre Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metre_(poetry) 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epsilon Posted July 31, 2015 Author Share Posted July 31, 2015 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metre_(poetry) What is true poetry without a few rules to be broken? a few heart strings to be tugged; a rugged, scratched emotion. What is true poetry to be a program, so strict, so straight, When real emotion is jagged, not faint. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Botre Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 What is true poetry without a few rules to be broken? a few heart strings to be tugged; a rugged, scratched emotion. What is true poetry to be a program, so strict, so straight, When real emotion is jagged, not faint. Art without rules A playground for fools 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jesus1 Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 haha I like this man Write more hehe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Prozen Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 Nice Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blazed Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 I don't like monsters Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
N3ger Posted July 31, 2015 Share Posted July 31, 2015 I have a monster under my covers Kappa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
