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Rowan S 18h
I hide out beneath
The welcome shroud of music
And escape problems
Rowan S 20h
And as I stood
Clothed in my shame
The monster I'd created
Was me
Was mine
The most difficult part
Was turning to the mirror
Looking into my eyes
And realizing
There was no Jekyll
There was no Hyde
There was just me
There are so many things I would change/cannibalize from this poem (and I will eventually), but this is the first poem I have recorded that I wrote about the refusal of the Jekyll/Hyde stereotype.

-------"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it."--------
Rowan S 1d
Time is holding out on me
Promising solutions to old conflicts
Granting a reprieve to pain
A contract on her terms
And me, equine-like
Forever chasing the assurance
That one day
I'll wake up
And not have this serpent 'round my heart
But for now
It remains a hair's breadth out of reach

              -a crossroads contract
Rowan S 1d
My feelings leak
Through this hand, through this pen
My feelings crave
For reprieve, for an end
To echoed voices
And venomous critics

But maybe
This is all I've got for today. And I've been trying to twist this one around for a while now.
Rowan S 1d
Don't know what to think
Just need to let my acts speak
But I'm conflicted
Not my best work, but I'm trying to crank out one more poem for today and I'm experiencing some major writer's block
Rowan S 2d
Sterilized flesh burns
While colored ichor drips, drops
Buzzing needles hum
I need some tattoo work done ASAP
Rowan S 2d
I use my shaded 3rd and 4th eyes
To hide indifference
And at times I feel a post-dentist numbness
Across the expanse of my mind
And it begins to seep
Into the marrow and tendons of my being
Ask me later if I give a sh*t
Except when I say I don't give a sh*t, I usually do.
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