Evil mind

My evil mind
...at work once again
Convincing me
...wrong is right
And right
...is certainly left

These illusions
...are just so pretty
A future
...that has yet to breathe
Only lives
...in my evil mind

Sometimes
...I'm so fearful
That this
...obscure place
Could be
...the death of me

A miracle?
...maybe
A coincidence?
...more conceivable
Seeing your path
...has led to me

Should I?
...enjoy your company
Instructing you
...on my sinister ways
Then abandon you
...as I return to the virtuous


The evil mind
...is not a home
Just vacation here
...for a minute
Then get lost
...somewhere else

For now
...let's run wild
Do things
...others fear
Make secrets
...nobody needs know

Lack of consequence
...endorses fallen morals
Nothing and no one
...to interrupt the sins
No need
...for confession


Yes, I do
..love your company
As I am sure
...you love my delusion
In this affair
...indulging my appetite

Sometimes
...I forget everything
This place
...it doesn't exist
And you
...you're not here

One more time
...I will enjoy this
This evil place
...with you
Kiss me now
...for it's our last

With that
...your path disappears
And you
...fade away
I return
...to my reality

Later
...when I see you
Your clueless smile
...makes my mind giggle
And that place
...once again tingles

That evil mind
...always ready to rise

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

I thought about leaving the highlights in one of mine, as they're kind of interesting but then I didn't.

The way you've stretched out sentences, changing them into intense couplets, works really well - particularly for a piece entitled 'evil mind', because I always associate this kind of writing with a sinister-sounding voice.
Of course, maybe I missed the point, as your narrator is hardly 'evil', merely indulging in something that she feels is wrong.

I liked these two stanzas especially, although i don't know why; maybe because they're direct and vague simultaneously:

"Yes, I do
...love your company
As I am sure
...you love my delusion
The affair
...we indulge ourselves

Sometimes
...I forget everything
This place
...it doesn't exist
And you
...you're not here"

Overall, good work. Thanks for [re]posting it.

p.s.
"Do things
...other's fear" (= others - just a plural, no apostrophe?)

[Mr. Misanthrope]

You've got a great philosophical flow going on here, but the frequent '...' really made me lose interest. It stretches the poem, making it look longer and therefore unbearable to some. And because your reader would be cut off constantly with the '...', it would bring about a kind of suffocating feel. I believe that this poem would have a much greater effect if you put it all in one paragraph, the kind where there are hardly any stops...just one big batch of raw emotions. (For an example, check out my 'On Questioning' piece).

Luke

[☮]

This is perfect. It's like a trip through my mind. Love the style. Thanks for this...

Fav line:
"Lack of consequence
...endorses fallen morals"

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This was great! I think the power behind the words was increadible. My favortie is stanza seven. That said a lot to me.