"jekyll" poems
War kills
not just bodies
but souls
while in its wake
leaving hearts emptied
with holes
The spirit of men
ruined by trauma
it's clear
they look to tomorrow
and tremble
from fear
For what it will bring
these men
never know
often like Jekyll
and Hyde
which one will now show
War
is pure hell
for all that it touches
and there's no hiding it
with a million
airbrushes
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
I have a third ******
That doesn't mean I'm *******
It's on the left side.
Some people think its weird like Jekyll and Hyde.
But there really actually wrong.
Because my ****** just makes me a lot more strong.
People either love it or they hate it.
Either way they wish they had one and usually throw a fit.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
I fear you
Hyde hiding in plain sight
Jekyll murdered by his creation
His ambition
Gone the way of the monster
Victor's supposed victory
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Two faced
Many minds
Shifter of shapes
Dr. Jekyll
Mr. Hyde
Past lives
Intertwined
Most mean
Few kind
All vie for equal time
All determine to shine
The writer
The fighter
Drama king
*** machine
The revolution ignite-r
The brave slave
One with
Passion and fire
The singer
Dead ringer
One who points the finger
Conspiracy theorist
Lyricist
Soulful swagger
Hip Hop demeanor
The teacher and student
The dude with attitude
And no one can refute it
A brother and a son
The one that has been shunned
One who leaves them stunned
With the selfish things
I’ve done
The secret me
The enemy
The one whose heart is numb
There are a lot of us
No stopping us
And yes there’s more to come
I’ll never alter
My alter selves
Incarcerate them
In individual cells
Even when they scream and yell
All are a part of me
And they refuse to be veiled
You ask me
Is there a pill?
A remedy…?
Because this has to
be
Insanity
Did you disrespect
My dissociative identities?
Do you really want
to make all of us
your #1 enemy?
We’re laughing
Its killing me
We flip the script easily
Me- and all of my
inner entities
Chillingly
You’re triggering
A very sad memory
Oh, what a tragedy
You’re just another casualty
Unfortunate fatality
Of my Multiple Personalities…
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:49 AM UTC
I am on a journey
and where it leads, I do not know
the bends and twists within my soul
leave my words and deeds feeling hollow
Am I the man I reflect
or a monster laying in wait
conflicting reports have come
and the doubt never abates
I try so hard to
be the best I know how to be
childish remnants stripped away
I'm left to navigate these canals of misery
Am I victim or villain
a product of an earlier fate
or is that just an excuse to unleash the demons
and become the thing I truly hate
this battle never ends....
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
I am
both
Dr. Jekyll
and
Mr. Hyde
at the
same
time.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
I try to stop and wonder why
Am I numb now?
Tears start to fall
Never wanting to stop
Just a minute ago
I was laughing
Now I’m depressed
Suicidal thoughts arise
How can I've been happy?
Then so upset in a blink of an eye
I remember their faces
And I feel nothing for them
Everything’s a distant memory
My own nightmares taking over
I try to find something joyful
All I found was even more terror
How can I tell the people who love
That when night comes
I’m no longer myself
Just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I’m a monster that does not feel
Alone and cold, immune to everything
What happened to me?
I want it to stop
But whenever I try to stop
Someone else barges in
I don’t know who it is
But they’re taking over
I try to control myself
Hoping to win the battle in my head
Whether I win or lose
I’m no longer the same
I've changed but not for the better
All the things I've pushed away
Have resurfaced and formed
Now it has personified into my nightmares
Gladly, it only happens at night
But it talks to me during the day
I push back the negativity
Or else it’ll swallow me whole
Who knew it would be like this
I didn't, but that’s what I get
I can never be truly happy
I’ve accepted this much
I’ll face the world with my burdens
Give everyone a smile
I’ll lie my way to my death
Knowing that no one knows the monster inside.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
A touch of velvet, like angel
Feathers brushing against my
Face, I feel your fingers caress my
Features like an artist, you know the
Contours of my face.
I love you my
Darling, your love
I embrace.
Fists like barbed wire across my
Cheek, grazing my skin as a
Droplet like a tear falls from
My face.
You scratch at me like razors
On flesh, across my skin and face,
Your voice of rage distorts the
Beauty in your face, no love can
Be heard behind this rage.
I cant take this cold to hot
And in-between, I never
Know which person I'm speaking
to when I look at your face.
I love you, but I must leave, I
Cant take this Jade and heidi
Personallity, I dont know who
Is going to speak, know that
I love you, but now I must leave
This love. And you must face your
Demons before it is to late.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
Do you know
how your body is fed?
Do you truly see
how we make the bread?
Do you wonder the ingredients
concealed like a bedspread?
Well, I heard a fact
That's got me seeing red
About artificial flavors
that 'bout made me drop dead.
Now, it may not be visible
You might see it in a museum
In a petri dish, in a *****
It's called
CASTOREUM.
It's not very pretty,
You wouldn't want to see 'em
Big business would tell you
If they were to take the veritaserum.
I apologize for the nastiness
but someone must be told
Its not on the nutrition label
Though it should be written in BOLD
I'm not sure how to phrase it
But it comes from the ***** hole
Of a dead ****** then
into your coffee, cold.
Once you realize
What's truly inside,
Coffee creamer goes from
Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.
Now, I have been scarred
I don't want it cold, I don't want it fried.
I don't want it at all, I'm mortified
That they would put in the food I tried.
So fear the vanilla
And eat the chicken
And never forget that ******
was kickin'
Before it was deprived of its ***** matter
and stay away from things you don't know what they stick in.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Split mind. Split soul. Half of him loves his family. His intelligent daughter, energetic son, and beautiful wife. The other half loves nothing at all. Not himself, not his immorality, not even the toxins that he constantly ejects into his body. A modern day Jekyll and Hyde. To have a split personality is no easy taking. How does one love a single being with two men trapped inside. Knowing you will only be thought about with half the effort. Only known half of the time. Only loved with half the heart. Knowing this could drive a woman equally as crazy. While his careless half went out for another night of binge drinking and fornication, she was left at home. Well honestly, doing the same. One day it all became to much. In one of her drunken rants she grabs a pair off kitchen sheers. "Honey, where are you going?" she asked, not haven made up her mind on her next step. "Who the hell are you?" He replied. In a fit of drunken rage she charges after him. Determined that she could sheer away his lesser half. She screamed. He ran. She followed. Cornered, he had no where to flee. He snapped back. "Baby, what are you doing with the scissors?" , he asked frightened. He saw the look in her eyes. She was no longer there. The rage and fury had taken over her. "Babe, put the scissors down." He pleaded. She didn't understand what he was asking. Whether she couldn't comprehend that it was her husband back in control of his body, or if she just didn't care anymore, fed up with it all, no one knows. She lunged at him with the sheers in hand. When the officer arrived they saw the women curled in the corner smiling. "Did it work? Is he my husband again?" The mans body was mutilated. His skull was open. Half his brain was gone. His chest was open as well. Only half a heart. The women was taken away, convinced she did it all out of love. The children were placed in foster care. Both scarred for life from the events that they witnessed. And the man, well let's just say his partying days are over as well. Half hearted love kills.
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
Saint or sinner?
Jekyll or Hyde?
I gotta choose one.
iamthe_avatar ©2017
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
We've heard of a woman's grace,
And romantic fables of her charm.
But delve beneath the surface,
And stir waters outwardly calm.
A woman, if pleased is divine
And will do plenty to prove her grace.
when angry she'll turn serpentine
And descend like a meteor from space.
She’ll be sarcasm personified,
Every sentence riddled with a taunt.
You’ll be slandered and vilified,
And derided as shabby & gaunt.
When pleased she’ll be friendly and chatty
And lure you to reveal your fears.
But soon she’ll turn vile and catty,
And delight in your failures.
She won't leave a chance to ridicule
And bring up things you’d rather forget.
She will attack with every feminine tool,
And force you to mull and regret.
And when you've had enough of her satire
And try to give her a piece of your mind,
She will breathe out tons of fire,
And to crisp she'll burn your behind.
So don't **** a woman to show
Her ****** and vindictive side
Be a gentleman if you don't want to know
That Far from being Jekyll, she's Mr. Hyde
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
he is my demented extension
twin menace from another dimension
an entity of an inner dissension
committing sins too grim to mention
residing deep inside
a dividing of my mind
i can't find nowhere to hide
i'm fighting the undefined
he is my conflicted cognition
me and him are a different depiction
i don't fit this inflicted condition
his misery is my living constriction
residing deep inside
a dividing of my mind
i can't find nowhere to hide
i'm fighting the undefined
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
We are fluffy
not stuffy,
we are bright,
not dull,
we can be
the lull,
before the storm.
More on that later, after the news.
Reflecting white light and we become bright,
pile us on one another a collective of light,
and airy, we don't take our selves serious,
we are much lower to the ground than cirrus.
Please don't let what I have to say cloud your judgement in anyway!
We are piling up to be the top of the heap
want recognition for the sunny day, around noon
living it large looking the part too,
we are the flat bottomed cotton *****
We are the fairest of the fair, but beware as the day advances,
we may get bigger, darker taller and you take your chances,
to be about and about, there may be a change in the atmosphere,
how is that anxiety about thunder and lightening dear?
From cotton to solid rock tall,
from mole hill to mountain,
thirty thousand feet is all,
hope you don't mind if we take turns
blowing through, easy to find us
no fuss, look for the Jekyll and Hyde
you know the Cumulus Stuff.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
I am Dr. Jekyll, and I am Mr. Hyde.
I cannot look in to a mirror in fear of that my eyes;
Will give away the years I put in to my thin disguise.
Inside this face you see is the man I try to hide.
Beneath this broken smile is the man I hide behind.
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
Its timeto yoke the joker
yo to the emcees that think they could get with me
i wet em like an ocean tide personality like jekyll and hide
which means im a killa slash for short drama no comma imma
brutal emcee eatin' 'em up the best of em im the lyrical cannibal
flesh rent devil sent no need for repent
comin' with wickedness born with 8 flows if ya only knew
******* come in the sets of three im givin' wishes for free
the rap genie aint' comin' to be a hero the black zorro thorrough
shoot up the barrio dead eye hawkin' assassin' blastin'
with the greatest tech mouth shots or physical shots it don't matter
whatever it takes to get the job done
my posse cocked d slapped you *******
you can smoke all the spinach you want and you leave like popeyes
get it naw forget sensitive ******* i knit it
write in graffiti love hoes shape like Nefertiti queen b goddess
never a ***** **** in my encore **** with me and ill bring the war along with gore
******** never been a softie
daddy had to be a gangsta **** hustler drug dealer all summed in one
so i had no choice but to pack a gun
but meanwhile im onto bigger and better things like rappin' on the mic i cling
flows tighter rhan pliers leave emcees wrapped up like cable wires
the sire embraced higher learning spurning over obstacles
turn complexity into miracles
how could i ever fall if i never fall failure not an acceptation
id rather sells drugs and extortion and get caught wit 25 big ones
fed time **** the state time im on the grind one time
always wanna see me fall black man finna rise planet of the apes style
hot and wild j ceasar with these skills i spills sendin' chills
its an ice age all over just say its over when big yosef grab the mic
prepare for fright when i ignite blast through hearts like a cannon
i just smoke ya ya mediocre its time to yoke these jokers
yea
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
After 6 PM,
four glasses of Chardonnay;
Jekyll turns to Hyde.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
A growing sickness
Flowing through my veins
Burning away inside, eating me away
As the darkness takes over from within.
Lapses in sanity, I find myself lying
In cold sweat, falling through the chasm
And I know its only a matter of time
Before the demon inside has arisen.
A manic bloodlust takes over my being
I ache for the violence to be set free.
In their dead eyes, I see reflections of mine
A murderous gleam shining within
As my face stretches into a smile that isn’t mine.
Every fibre of my being, repulsed by myself
Petrified by the beast I have become
I cry out in pain and anguish
As I feel Him taking over again.
Under the light of the gibbous moon
I revel in my madness, as her
Screams goad me on and take me
To the precipice. I stand grinning at
Her broken,bloody form in the earth
As she whimpers a pathetic plea for mercy.
No one knows of my disease; He only
Claims my body for himself in the dark
Leaving me behind to feel the horror and disgust
In the cold, grey sunlight.
Every night I struggle inside
I fight against my inner devil, pleading
For reason and humanity to return
To the twisted ******* I have become.
He stretches my face into a wide smirk
Reminding me of that exquisite, repulsive
Scent of flowing gore; He coaxes me,
He cajoles, He beckons me to join Him
As my will weakens and my body surrenders.
And so ends my tale, I have lost myself
To the contorted insanity I bred inside.
Horrified, repulsed, revolted with my being
My death only entices me now
Promising relief from my unholy illness.
But I know that small comfort is lost on me
Eventually, He’ll possess me entirely
And in the remorse of this truth I lie
And I feel Him return inside, eagerly awaiting my demise
No more can I hold out against Him.
No more can I wear the mask of Jekyll.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
Slither within my spine
Wither, within my mind
Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde
One coin, two sides
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Paging Dr. Jekyll ,
he’s gotten lose again.
No, no casualties yet,
just a long trail of sin.
Yes, we understand,
control’s not the issue.
I think it’s time for drastic measures,
yes, you know what to do.
What do you mean,
he’s part of your mind?
It doesn’t matter at this point,
he’s too dangerous alive.
**** him dear friend,
or the blood’s on your hands.
He’s hurting people,
and that simply won’t stand.
He’s a monster, a freak,
you’re much better off.
There will be side affects,
but nothing’s gained without loss.
Hello? Dr. Jekyll?
Are you there? Is it done?
Oh God Dr. Jekyll,
what have you done?
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
There is dark magic
Here in my attic
A magician’s tactics
Cause pain emphatic
This magician gives me all I can handle
Until one day I’m dismantled
Like a once lit candle
Extinguished by the ice near Ymir
Birthing the Titans I fear
Bringing death here
Morphing me into a rigid wreck
Here in the frigid depths
I wish I left
The violence of violins
Lamenting the vile sin
Conjured by riled kin
Like they’re wild djinn
Can’t be muted
Only diluted
By becoming rooted
In thinking stupid
Avoiding Cupid
To join the putrid
The magician concocts potions
That excuse my emotions
As I forget devotion
For a temporary motion
The magician gives us difficult obstacles
And easily medicated excuses
So people won’t make things optimal
While purpose eludes them
Like Jekyll and Hyde
My hackles I hide
With shackles of pride
Covered in mystic thorns
So my wrists are torn
From the pain adorned
It’s my brain I mourn
The magician erects walls so thick
They separate healers from the sick
With magic bricks
Imbued by the magician’s enchantment
He builds a wall and then expands it
Until those inside become tantric
From the prison wall’s antics
Every time I turn the page
I am given rage
On the magician’s stage
Of the wars we wage
Under a curse of anger
Dehumanizing strangers
To deploy the Army Rangers
Perpetuating harming danger
The magician lies
The magician steals
The magician hides
What is real
Until I feel
The cold steel
The magician wields
Piercing through my electrified body
I guess the magician finally caught me
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
It's okay, Dr. Jekyll
We all are slightly strange
Some of us are stranger than the rest
I'm sure you've seen the strangest kind
While dressed as Mr. Hyde
I tell you, that man is bad company
Don't keep him around
Value your innocence and smile
Smile, Dr. Jekyll
At the commonplace items
Like candles and spoons
Let the world smile back
And share in your peace
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
1886, what a mess Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
running in the dead of the night
holding a deadly secret,
A crime all in one on the run
the good and the bad of one mine
taken down in a bloodshed crime,
Hyde Killing the love of Jekyll
all alone is one an experiment that
could never be undone,
To take down the one and only Jekyll
is a true friend at the end
the horror of ****** cry's of Ivy
Suicide was only a dream,
Hyde came to take her life away
Jekyll and Hyde two in one
I believe good and evil exist in the mix
of each of us,
Fantasies are made in dreams
''Jekyll and Hyde '' is something of the
dark eating away at the mind
and the heart of two personalities of one.
- Judy Emery © 1984
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:15 PM UTC
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?
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC