Jekyll Poems - Poems about Jekyll

Look, there are two of us in here One goes with mode of care and share The other, a living nightmare Our ego is immersed in fear It steers us toward needles strife Yet it is useful for earth life Our true being holds God’s light dear Remaining centred in the void It’s our soul pure and unalloyed To whose voice do we...

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Where liveth preen for empathy Drew ragged, Poor sawbones perscribed "where in pain warrants lithe deformities" Swimming, Loathed from the east Collared, Hung dry, Pruned by the sweat of a racing night When in dawn's bleached seamstress Sought a grim vow Erelong in catapult Where'n torrents clothed spare Credences in cold eyes of maggots A cruel indifference, In polar tear. ...

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She had a busy life, with no time for fun Being a scientist, always on the run Well respected, well mannered exterior Belief in duality human nature superior Believing we all have a good and evil inside Obsessed, her studies she would try to hide In a quest to separate two opposing forces Created a...

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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice a just jaspered journey jokingly jumped a joyride ...

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We know the dire story of Jekyll and Hyde Where a man’s potion made his nature divide. In real life, it’s not easy to separate Ourselves like eggs and potatoes on a plate. If man is made in God’s image, then it’s fate That God has some evil, and men replicate. Everyone, everywhere, has a bit of both - There’s evil in...

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I can feel this rage boiling, Bubbling to the top. I can feel it catching fire, Gathering heat nonstop. Trampled on, belittled, and used, With pain and anger suppression fused, Cap to bottle where pressure grew. A rageful burst ignites a flame, A violent urge inside creates An urgent need to purge what’s sane. So I tipped the ladle and poured my pain, Into molds I...

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primal feral instincts involuntarily stir catching us off guard yet here they are vibrations unwelcome which so appear where grow their roots which we nurture 01-January-2023...

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Once was a writer named Jekyll Who used to break his pencils But during a break he made a mistake What a terrible day for Jekyll 6/3/21 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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By day she is a wife, daughter, mother, neighbor. Only her husband knows that she transmogrifies at night. Tight neon costumes, wild hair, intense makeup. She becomes a rock star that is unrecognizable to most Who know her as daughter, mother, neighbor. Her closest friend has no idea when she enters the club Who Dynamo Diane and the Dizzies is. She...

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My tears are streaming His eyes were beaming My thoughts turn to past acts His thoughts expose the cracks My never-ending mental torture His tools are put in order My race is coming to an end His race is at the first bend My end is nigh His begins on a high My time here has ended His time is open ended...

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JEKYLL AND "HIDE" I decided to go Jekyll and "hide" And relax in the noonday sun I forgot to turn on my other side Since my back was quite well done Now I have blisters the size of a dime You can imagine how I feel But given the right amount of time These blisters will burst and peel So my advice to you...

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There are multiple me’s, all make me proud Which one is dominant, I can’t say very loud My life is a stage, I’m so grateful If done well, ever so tasteful A stage to try, fail and try again To laugh and cry, oh what then I’m not sick I’m alive and learning me Who I can be, how to be free Why...

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I am the Nicest but also Meanest person who will ever come your way. Now all of you go "F" OFF!!..and Have Yourselves The Greatest Day....

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bright eyes gleaming with mischief gentle compassionate views determinedly ambitious me sober and free glazed eyes full of hate and fear anger mixed with self pity high drama - no coping skills alcoholic me Written 12/6/2015 Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest by Alfred Vassallo 4th Place...

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She kissed the bruises and wiped the pain away, She is the reason I have no father today. She was always there when I needed her I knew I could call, I spent my life in prison, she convinced me to take the fall. She tucked me in my bed, and read a story every night, She laughed as my...

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