Face Your Inner Demons

[Franco C]

In the mirror, I see the face of fear
My own reflection - sorrow sears the pane
Tell me sweet lies, o' mirror of perfection
Transport me to the vale where the bough
is hard and the grass lush of life. Inside
me a fire is building, a hate for myself
which even I can no longer contain
In the forge of fire, I slayed my demons
only to realize I left one still alive - myself.

 

[Franco C]

 

[polarpixie]

What is that from franco?

 

[TheProject]

Cool pic!

 

[SofaGeorge]

I prefer poetry about guys machinegunning zombies.

 

[Franco C]

What is that from franco?

I had an urge to write, so I wrote... I just found the picture to go along with it, in a tortured way I like to say things without saying them. If you are able to decipher it, then you'll see the message.

 

[big4life]

I had an urge to write, so I wrote... I just found the picture to go along with it, in a tortured way I like to say things without saying them. If you are able to decipher it, then you'll see the message.

So you're saying that we are our own worst enemy?

 

[Franco C]

So you're saying that we are our own worst enemy?

I'm saying everyone has those grey areas and bad times in there lives, and although we can conquer them, sometimes we don't fully abolish the source and it's only a temporary solution. This is more leaning towards those with a compulsive type of personality and even though something lies dormant it is still there waiting to attack. It's actually written with intent to those with an e/d

 

[Franco C]

In the mirror, I see the face of fear - Facing the mirror everyday is the fear and challenge, ultimately myself.

My own reflection - sorrow sears the pane - Even the person is tired of all these and feels sorry for themselves

Tell me sweet lies, o' mirror of perfection - Let me see what I so desperatly need and want to see so I can save myself the hours of torture.

Transport me to the vale where the bough

is hard and the grass lush of life. - Ground me wih a whack into reality but I still want that humane comfort everything will be ok and I can do this.

Inside

me a fire is building, a hate for myself

which even I can no longer contain - This is becoming too much to handle, it's been long and this malady has been coming worse and worse.

In the forge of fire, I slayed my demons

only to realize I left one still alive - myself. - When it came down to it, I won, but it's only the battle not the war.

-franco

 

[Warik]

Dude... your poem doesn't rhyme....??? =(