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Cyberpunk author and recovering ice tea junkie.
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Eliana Knight Mar 9
My Miss. Hyde
Eliana Knight
Mar 9
I am Dr. Jekyll but I have a Miss. Hyde,
Miss. Hyde i struggle each day & try to hide,
It’s a constant battle, a constant war,
I feel it want to crawl out from my core
I wear my masks, the faces of happy & bright,
To hide the bitter inner struggle, out of sight,
Long ago due to pride, my soul I would sell,
I feel Miss. Hyde waiting & wanting to break-free & rebel.
Miss. Hyde, in the mirror I see its sinister grin,
A creature born from a prideful sin,
Lurking, I know what it wants, I know it’s biding its time,
Watching & waiting for a moment of weakness to climb.
It comes with a malicious voice, it starts to speak,
When night falls, I cannot let sloth take over & be weak,
Miss. Hyde whispers, its urges to be let out is strong,
Filled with greedy wants it knows is wrong.
But i resist & i fight to keep it in its cage,
Miss. Hyde hates it with a wrathful rage,
I lock it up, i hide the creature deep,
But its gluttony is overflowing & can seep.
My freedom it may envy, but it will never see the light,
So let Miss. Hyde’s madness shout, claw & bite,
I will tame the beast, as I alone hold the key,
To keep Miss. Hyde from running free.
In the depths of my despair, it lingers there,
Miss. Hyde’s lustful wants are hard to bear,
But i choose to be good & do what is right,
Even if for the rest of my life I must fight.
And I may have sold my soul,
Miss. Hyde may try to take control,
But i battle on & will never yield,
I still know right from wrong, that is my shield.
So i will strive & no sin will i abide,
Though Miss. Hyde may reside inside,
And the creature may try to get into my head,
I’ll tame the beast & never will I allow it to be fed.
Miss. Hyde i struggle each day & try to hide,
It’s a constant battle, a constant war,
I feel it want to crawl out from my core
I wear my masks, the faces of happy & bright,
To hide the bitter inner struggle, out of sight,
Long ago due to pride, my soul I would sell,
I feel Miss. Hyde waiting & wanting to break-free & rebel.
Miss. Hyde, in the mirror I see its sinister grin,
A creature born from a prideful sin,
Lurking, I know what it wants, I know it’s biding its time,
Watching & waiting for a moment of weakness to climb.
It comes with a malicious voice, it starts to speak,
When night falls, I cannot let sloth take over & be weak,
Miss. Hyde whispers, its urges to be let out is strong,
Filled with greedy wants it knows is wrong.
But i resist & i fight to keep it in its cage,
Miss. Hyde hates it with a wrathful rage,
I lock it up, i hide the creature deep,
But its gluttony is overflowing & can seep.
My freedom it may envy, but it will never see the light,
So let Miss. Hyde’s madness shout, claw & bite,
I will tame the beast, as I alone hold the key,
To keep Miss. Hyde from running free.
In the depths of my despair, it lingers there,
Miss. Hyde’s lustful wants are hard to bear,
But i choose to be good & do what is right,
Even if for the rest of my life I must fight.
And I may have sold my soul,
Miss. Hyde may try to take control,
But i battle on & will never yield,
I still know right from wrong, that is my shield.
So i will strive & no sin will i abide,
Though Miss. Hyde may reside inside,
And the creature may try to get into my head,
I’ll tame the beast & never will I allow it to be fed.
I did something fun in this poem, lets see if you can figure it out, let me know if you know what it is or need a clue, Enjoy.
Alber Jul 2017
Hyde Park, Hyde Park
Alber
Jul 2017
A basketball playing professor of law
Took advantage of an opportunity he saw
He ran as a Hyde Park resident
And became our celebrated president.
Hyde Park the home of Argonne lab and the U of C
Fathered many Nobel Prize winners and nominees to be
More than Harvard, they cared not it would seem
They claimed to have a better football team.
I'll have to renew my loaner card
Obama placed his library in our backyard
His presidential record there for all to see
What a waste, says Donald Trump
He doesn't mention me.
Took advantage of an opportunity he saw
He ran as a Hyde Park resident
And became our celebrated president.
Hyde Park the home of Argonne lab and the U of C
Fathered many Nobel Prize winners and nominees to be
More than Harvard, they cared not it would seem
They claimed to have a better football team.
I'll have to renew my loaner card
Obama placed his library in our backyard
His presidential record there for all to see
What a waste, says Donald Trump
He doesn't mention me.
Glenn Gonzales May 2016
Jekyll & Hyde
Glenn Gonzales
May 2016
When you catch the different sides,
You might not realize the immediate difference.
Open up your eyes and ears or else you’ll probably miss it.
It’s inside of me, and you could try and see
The 5 degrees that separate the Jekyll and Hyde who speak.
One man he’s poet, the world loves it and are quick to show it.
The other man, he’s a rapper who barely gets any notice.
The focus is the content and the structure of the logic
Both men in their own way are trying to muster up some knowledge
College for the people in a way that can reach you.
Feed news , education and awareness of life and its evils.
Steal imagination, create a congregation, to face those who the world has misshapen.
Stationed in a single mind, find your audience and awaken
Take the ideas and preach to the attention that’s been raked in.
For both states, there’s a difference approach,
But the goals is to get you all on the same boat.
Without the water, it’ll refuse to float.
Jekyll and Hyde, well they’ve written their own notes
Slow and steady, they’ll come when ready, focused.
The Poet he’s very soft spoken and loving,
The Rapper we’ll hes chosen to start shoving,
Making his place because the road was never paved for him.
Engraved his name along the way, hated but he stays going.
Both men, they might meet in the long run, some would beg to differ
Will it be violence or will the heads combine quicker?
A wicker basket of ideas, fears,goals and cheers.
Where will the audiences meet and emerge the tears?
Hear this out, and to yourself I want you to decide.
Through this writing, talking to you is which side?
Has it been the poet, or is it that rapper?
Are you destined for success or has he lead you too disaster?
I guess, your future will depend on your answer.
How you align your mind, after considering the factors.
You strive to find yourself and the decision to capture.
Rapture awaits, or is it green pastures.
Jekyll...., Hyde,
Speaking now Poet or Rapper?
You might not realize the immediate difference.
Open up your eyes and ears or else you’ll probably miss it.
It’s inside of me, and you could try and see
The 5 degrees that separate the Jekyll and Hyde who speak.
One man he’s poet, the world loves it and are quick to show it.
The other man, he’s a rapper who barely gets any notice.
The focus is the content and the structure of the logic
Both men in their own way are trying to muster up some knowledge
College for the people in a way that can reach you.
Feed news , education and awareness of life and its evils.
Steal imagination, create a congregation, to face those who the world has misshapen.
Stationed in a single mind, find your audience and awaken
Take the ideas and preach to the attention that’s been raked in.
For both states, there’s a difference approach,
But the goals is to get you all on the same boat.
Without the water, it’ll refuse to float.
Jekyll and Hyde, well they’ve written their own notes
Slow and steady, they’ll come when ready, focused.
The Poet he’s very soft spoken and loving,
The Rapper we’ll hes chosen to start shoving,
Making his place because the road was never paved for him.
Engraved his name along the way, hated but he stays going.
Both men, they might meet in the long run, some would beg to differ
Will it be violence or will the heads combine quicker?
A wicker basket of ideas, fears,goals and cheers.
Where will the audiences meet and emerge the tears?
Hear this out, and to yourself I want you to decide.
Through this writing, talking to you is which side?
Has it been the poet, or is it that rapper?
Are you destined for success or has he lead you too disaster?
I guess, your future will depend on your answer.
How you align your mind, after considering the factors.
You strive to find yourself and the decision to capture.
Rapture awaits, or is it green pastures.
Jekyll...., Hyde,
Speaking now Poet or Rapper?