dichotomy
 

the blemishes appear upon
the epidermis of my soul
i know the wrong i contemplate
which side of me will have control
responsibility grows old
i turn my back on what is right
i look around for someone watching
i'd be embarrassed if it came to light
i reason with my mr. hyde
and justify within my head
I can't stop drinking the elixir
upon my path to join the dead
my inner demons want their freedom
I push them back but I can feel them
rising to the surface
fighting to the surface
the more I work to try to fight it
the more I realize I like it
should I be afraid that I like it?
while hoping that no one will see
the darkness deep inside of me
dichotomy

oops- guess that belonged in open mic. Some mod want to move it?

Done!



(And nice one, btw!):cheers:

outstanding. simply outstanding

Delicious divisiveness. :snap:

You can't deny it - you love us. :)

I think we all had at least a little crush on Ronald Reagan. No need to be embarassed.

:D

Good job, scaeagles. :)

And, I might add, one of the more unique ways that I've seen someone come out of the closet.

:evil:

So you're equating gay with "darkness deep inside of me"?

No, but I would imagine that is how a closeted republican might characterize it. :)

I thought that line referred to your secret boyfriend.

Or the ham.

Secret BLACK boyfriend.

Along the lines of "Dick Laurent is dead" from "Los Highway" really meaning "declarant is dead", i.e., the death of narrative, we might mentally repunctuate the title of this poem as "Dick. Oh, to me!"

But as Archibald McLeish said, "A Poem Should Not Mean, But Be," and this bes pretty good.