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message 1: by Isaac (last edited Nov 25, 2013 03:06PM) (new)

Isaac | 8014 comments i hate it when people eat
the sound their lips make when they
smack them together like
uncivilized disgusting animals
evoke a strange side of me,
a dr. jekyl,
a mr. hyde

(here they go again
why won't they stop
if only i can pull that food away from them
and throw it across the room
where are their manners)

the girl behind me,
the one with the minuscule curls
in her sandy blonde hair,
pops a piece of gum in her mouth
every day at 11:15 and makes sure
to inform everyone
including mr. hyde

(i want to pay attention in english class
but every-- smack-- thought-- smack--
i think is consumed by the-- smack smack smack
oh god in heaven answer my prayers
and make lucifer stop)

a lone keyboard in
a quiet room
he likes to show how fast
he can make the words sprint
from his fingertips
mr. hyde gets restless

(stop hitting the table
they're looking at you
your jacket can only
absorb the tears
play music as loud as possible
it won't stop)

they tell me
it's a good thing to see your
parents be affectionate
it's just a phase
you'll grow out of it
mr. hyde doesn't

(where's a knife
all i want is a knife
i want to see their lips
stained with that ruby blood
they both wish they could
share in their veins
make this torture end)

it's sinus season
and those who
inhale deeper and exhale
with the force of a heavy gale
have an excuse to make
more of a show when they breathe
mr. hyde isn't entertained

(if i hear them one more time
my fists will fly
and tint into a gross shade of
purple and that breath
will be their last)

at night when she's
tucked in under her blankets
dreaming of the day to come
and teeth grinding with anticipation
is when mr. hyde likes to roam

(i didn't want to hurt her
she looks pained she can't breathe
i didn't realize i could
scare her so bad
i can't stop screaming
i can't stop punching)

it's too loud for the liking
of the teacher
and my hypocritical classmates
let out a resounding "sh!"
to the scapegoat named
my. hyde

(this is it this is it
my heart is beating too fast
i can't think i can't see i can't breathe
my head hurts my ears hurt
maybe i should stop hitting myself
why am i pulling my hair)

sometimes mr. hyde consumes me

(it won't ever end make the noises cease)

message 2: by Roxanne (new)

Roxanne Shriver (roxannexshriver) Wow.

message 3: by Olivia (new)

Olivia | 213 comments I agree with Roxanne-- wow

message 4: by Elliott Alicia (last edited Jan 02, 2014 11:49PM) (new)

Elliott Alicia  | 22636 comments Mod
Aaah, Emily, this is intense. Amazing poem.

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