Split Personalities

Hello all,

For this competition, I'd like YOU to write a poem using more than a single personality/perspective.  So maybe you have a devilish personality and an Australian personality, that are in conflict (or not) in your poem (epic right?). The possibilities are endless..

Please do your best to not explicitly say what your personalities are, but rather show them a bit more subtly with your words.

You may use more than two personalities, but this may increase the difficulty.

You may post more than once, since this will be so much fun!

There are no restrictions because that would be lame.

GO!

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JUST RECENTLY IN THE WORLD OF REALITY

At a local cookie and coffee shop I made the acquaintance of a charming young woman.

Boy, she was hot!

Visual impaired, she introduced herself to me at the counter, and then asked me to escort her to a table.

Blind as a bat, and friendly as all Hell. Seductive and vulnerable. What more could a cad ask for?

We met every Wednesday for a month, discussing poetry and philosophy.

Is there anything sexier than an intellectual beauty?

She had a sweet yellow lab service dog.

I wonder, "does that son-of-a-bitch bite?"

I found her to be charming company.

Good Gawd! Just talking to her gives me the lurgies.

One day she asked me how old I was.

I'm one no good lying A-Hole!

Then she made a provocative request, "can I touch your face?"

I'm there, in the garden.  Pick the fruit while it's ripe.

She complemented me saying that I had a strong face.

I've hooked her like a fish on a treble hook.  All I need do is reel her in.

I told her I thought she was beautiful.

So, like the horn dog that I am, I took her home and burned her to the ground.

Or,

I admitted that I was almost old enough to be her father, and suggested she'd be a perfect match for a younger bachelor.

Sometimes morality costs more, than the wages of sin can afford.

So, the angel on my right, or the devil on my left.  Who do you think won this bet?

I gotta join in ... jeje

I'll be back tomorrow or Monday, this looks like fun.

I saw him in the glittering moonlight, what a sweet handsome Devil he was .
oh what a handsome jerk he was, toying with everyone's emotions like a toy.
His ideas are slightly off ^^ but it's okay..
he hates all whom oppose him, he despises the good and not to mention only wants me for sex.
I told him " it's okay I forgive you  just please stop hurting me"
I pushed him to the wall and I said " you better fuck off bud"
so he let his hand wander from it's proper place, it kinda hurt but what could I do?
he decided to press my buttons so I decided to break his little button presser.
I was left there in dying in my own despair.
I was left in a black hole and I knew deep inside I wanted to burn him, I wanted to turn him into the same bitter state.
For I am the The aggressive truth and I am the frogetten lie .

two am i

hail mary, full of grace
let me bow my head
hear my fevered prayer
most revered among women
known to only one man
so unlike me
so unlike me

i will pull that collar from
around his neck
with my teeth
leave a lipstick stain
that will not wash out
of that celibate white
or his willful heart
forgive me father, for
i have sinned

it has been two days
since my last confession
saintly have been my deeds
attended mass and appeased
my God
He loves the devout
and my heart is clean
it has been purified
with water
and blood

under my fingernails,
staining the sheets
once i pushed you down
straddled your thighs
and pulled blasphemies from
your lips and
into my mouth
bringing me closer to
heaven

Great idea,sure will join your comp....

IDENTICAL TWINS

Before my birth,I saw how it could have been
How it was supposed to be,before ovulation
Before two halves became one
We were identical

Though he made me believe things
Id never thought Id do
Like broken glass,how it would shatter
Opening senses for the world

He said we had nothing to fear for
Nothing to fight for that was not yet lost
He called to me from far and further

Masquerade ball we called it,
Whose mirrored face shall we show today?
Why is he whispering to me today?

Sometimes he makes me laugh when others tremble
There he is ,amongst the wild lilies
Carving his name through my skin

As we end,we continue,to begin

*Turn off ignition*
(check)
*remove key*
(check)
*Place trans in gear to prevent rolling*
(check)
*Turn handlebars to the curb as a safety precaution*
(check)
*Dismount machine*
(forgetting something?)
*Huh?*
(Kickstand, maybe?)
"Shiiiiiit!!!!"

(----yep.)

"Get Up Bitch!"

Self doubt confounds me              
i feel like i'm stumbling              
about blindfolded              
where stagnant air              
hangs heavy over my head              
choking me with dust filled clouds              
of self mockery.              
               
i have an alter ego              
i've tied her tonuge              
swept her under the carpet              
though i can hear her now              
shadowing my steps                
she's catching up with me              
talking to me silently through a stitched mouth              
"Get up bitch and do something!"              
               
She tears at her binds                
that i thought strangled her              
"I will take control!"              
               
Her mouth bleeding at the corners              
she's ripped the stitches              
screaming now with a wicked smirk on her face              
she is crashing down on me now              
i feel empowered and enslaved at the same time              
dangerous lady that she is              
gives me voice when i'm too meek to utter a word.              
               
Like thunder her thoughts              
crash down upon my head              
like a whirlwind              
defending me now              
she stands proud inside my shoes              
I find I'm free confounded no more              
set free by my alter ego seeing this lady is me              
razor sharp not the candy coated bullshit i pretend to be.  

Twilight Walk


Ahhhh.  The alabaster moon has risen and she calls to me
from a balcony sprinkled with aster twinkle.
Dat is one full boobie shaking down the milk.
So shyly she drifts in and out of the curtain of mists
causing the shadows to dance in my path as playful ravens.
The breath of her flutters the bouquet I hold.
Damn! Where’d dat dovetail drop?
Didn’t even get to light it before dat fuckin wind blew it from my hand!
She sings of lost dreams and her voice tingles my passionate heart
I hear strange voices in my head. GODDAMN SPOOKIES LEAVE ME DA FUCK ALONE!
She will lead me to a place of blessed comfort and rest.
If I don’t find dat roll I’m gonna die of a heart attack.

Dilemma

I am old enough to be her grandfather; she just twenty five.
I never had a grand daughter to nurture and advise
On the other hand I fancy her, to keep my libido alive.
And every time I look at her my lust begins to rise.

She willingly seeks my assistance when she needs advice;
If either of us want help we'll be there in a trice.
The animal attraction seems a strong and mutual force
When we are alone together will seduction run its course?

Can we cope with both these roles and build a close rapport?
Discuss life's problems as we orgasm, entwined on the floor.
The answer to this question is difficult to resolve;
Give each other space and let the relationship evolve.

"We and You"


I want you,
I love you.
Leave me alone.
You hurt me,
Desert me…
But please, don’t go.
You bastard,
You coward,
I hate you so.
I tried for you,
I cried for you,
The blade moves so slow.
Hold me,
Console me,
Put me down
Hug me close,
Fashion a rose
Into a crown…
Lock me away
From the light of day,
I just want to be free.
Don’t ever let me go,
I hate you, though.
I want to see you bleed.
You’re so wonderful,
This razor is dull.
As dull as your blue-green eyes.
I want to taste your lips,
Feel your hips,
And drink in all your lies.
I spit at thee,
You can’t fool me,
We see what you are…
You’re hideous,
Insidious;
I’m your dying Rose Noire.