Sunday, September 16, 2012

Demons

On the outside, I'm normal...
enough to deceive.
Got 2 hands, 2 feet,
2 eyes, that can see.

My eyes, they are warm
with a welcoming hue.
You think I'm your friend,
I wish it were true.

Now, the eyes that you see,
are different from within.
On the inside, they're dark,
they're cold, full of sin.

Something is hiding
its kind of concealed,
from both of your eyes,
yet its eyes are peeled.

It waits for an opening
to unleash all its rage.
So leave, before I hurt you
Before he breaks his cage.




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9 comments:

  1. EricaSeptember 17, 2012 at 6:59 AM

    I really like this poem. The descriptions and rhythms are amazing. Keep going!

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  2. Jaded JaySeptember 17, 2012 at 7:41 AM

    I'm not scared.

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  3. Evelyn Asher PuririSeptember 17, 2012 at 8:13 AM

    "they're cold, full of sin."

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  4. Eva HarperSeptember 17, 2012 at 8:38 AM

    Amazing.

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  5. EleanorSeptember 17, 2012 at 2:23 PM

    I like this poem! Its creative and I loved reading it.

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  6. AnneSeptember 18, 2012 at 6:42 PM

    I loved this poem. I also loved the picture above it.

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  7. Scarlet SometimesSeptember 18, 2012 at 7:31 PM

    Unreal

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  8. UnknownSeptember 24, 2012 at 11:20 AM

    How true is this tho? So many pretenders out there.

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  9. ember lillySeptember 25, 2012 at 9:01 AM

    "My eyes, they are warm
    with a welcoming hue.
    You think I'm your friend,
    I wish it were true." stealing this

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