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This may scare you to bits.

Begin

   The wind blew cold, dry. The memories lied scattered around burned into non-existence.

"Who is to tell me what to be? Can you tell me where to find him?"

  "Turn back. Go home."

   Conscience does not control me.

   Who lives there?

   Who is this telling me what to do?

   I've been trapped inside the mind of this monster for so long.

   What does light even look like?

   Is the sun still warm.. ?

 I need a way out.

Door, locked.

Window, barred.

Where is the light? It's too dark to see a thing. Loud noises aren't a thing anymore.

It's been so long.

I have no track of time. Who's to say time means something, anyway? Why do we count it?

  Everyone dies sometime.

Counting time is like counting down to your death.

[How do you live like that?]

Does your conscience control you? Do you have no power over yourself?

[no]

   Only I can stop this.

   Who is to tell me I can't do what I want to?

This monster will be the death of me.

Shroom

Fire.

   Light.

Warmth.

Finally.

How it happened, I really don't know. All I care about is now I'm warm, I can see.

 Its dreary in here..

   Dark.

     Gloomy.

  Cold.

[How could anyone live like this?]

Food?

Food..

[don't]

You don't control me!

    Food.

Feed the fire with these memories.

They're useless now, any way. 

Time.

   It's just an illusion.

Take a step.

One more.

Can I set down now?

[this is not the time]

Deep sleep is what I need..

laughter.

"Who is laughing?"

What happened to the warmth..

[You ran out of memories.]

There's nothing left to feed the fire.

"Come here, creature. I need you for this warmth."

[R U N]

I can't run. I'm stuck..

[RUN]

Ok, I'm going..

Step.

   Step.

      Half step.

What is this, this thing..

This monster coming at me..

[I told you to run..]

I'm trying.

I need help..

If you run from something you're afraid of your whole life, you'll never be able to live. You'll be running your whole life. As I am running from my monster, I can't help but think, "Why the hell am I so afraid?" - He wasn't scary. He wasn't intimidating.  

He was handsome.

I'll just stop.. I need a rest.

[no, keep going.]

Who are you to tell me what to do?

I will not listen to you.

[you're going to regret this.]

I own you.

You do not own me,

and you do not tell me what to do.

Monster

Exhausted. Sleep. Deep sleep...

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Who.

What?

[monster.]

"Hello, beautiful. Wake up."

"Who are you?"

"I am your monster."

"Go away."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

He is handsome.

I can't let him go..

I hope he stays for ever.

"Why are you holding my hand?"

Who is he?

Why is he a monster?

Monsters are supposed to be

ugly

scary

intimidating.

Monsters are evil and tricky.

They aren't like him-

handsome

and

smooth..

Food.

"Here. I brought you these. You seem to enjoy them."

"What happened?

I ate them and ended up here..

How did you know I ate these.. ?"

"Hush. Eat."

Why does he want me to eat these?

They make my insides feel like air.

Light air.

Cold air.

He needs to go..

"You need to eat this.

Here.

Let me help you."

"NO!"

[run]

[run]

[RUN]

"You can't escape me.

I'm always around."

[run.]

[be quiet.]

[just run.]

I shouldn't listen to you..

I should turn around and run right back.

He hurt me.. How?

Where did this pain come from..

[just run.]

Pain is a mind game. Of coarse we feel pain. Who doesn't? [Monster] But you have

to grow strong to overcome that feeling. Yes. Pain is sometimes satisfying.

When you've been so numb to everything,

and you've been that way for

so

long,

the feeling of pain satisfies,

like an awakening,

to let you know

you're

still

alive.

This hurts.

[you're still alive]

It's so dark.

There's no light.

No warmth.

No direction.

What do you do when you're stuck with no direction but you know you're still alive?

[run]

Where the hell am I supposed to run to?

Who are you to tell me what to do?

Food.

Light?

[run.]

Food..

Wait..

Where

is

this

light

coming

from

?

[stay away from it]

WHY.

I want to know why you tell me what to do.

Why I have to run.

Why I can't go to the light.

Why I can't eat this food.

Why I'm in so much pain.

Who the hell are you!

[just run]

Running.

Running.

PAIN

[you're still alive]

Presence

What do you do when you can feel the presence of something else?

(I feel you)

"I can see you."

You're conscience is telling you what to do. Do you have control? I can tell

you how to look perfect when you're all kinds of wrong inside. But I won't. They're

listening. I can't share my secrets because they're everywhere.

Fear is a mind game.

You can conquer it.

It can conquer you.

Be strong,

grow stronger.

But what ever you do,

do

not

give

up.

Fear is a simple thing to

o

v

e

r

c

o

m

e

but no one can tell you how.

I t s a l l o n y o u.

Do you feel them.. [they're here]

Do you see them? [they're here]

I need a way out.

I need an escape.

I need it now.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

[be quiet]

why

[stay still]

Why do I need to be quiet and still?

who are you to tell me what to do!

"Hello!"

(Hi) [run]

A present... From, who? 

Who is it for..

(It's for you)  

[RUN!]

Don't be so frantic! What will happen if I don't.

(open it)

It's awful pretty... and really big...

But there's no name on it..

How should I know who it's for, or who it's from?

TO: You

FROM: Monster

[run!]

food... [go]

Ok, I'm going..

DON'T POKE THE BEAR

"Get out of my conversation!"

"You're the one talking to me.."

"Get OUT!"

"Can you tell me how?"

"Yes. Click your heels together three times and shoot yourself in the face. Death is your best bet.

Good luck."

[get out. RUN!]

"Oh, can I help you with that? I'd be glad to."

"Can you really? You would help me?"

"Yes! Follow me."

LIGHT.

[close your eyes!]

eyes close..

Wait, why? I'm getting tired of you always telling me what to do.

You do not own me!

[don't do it]

[trust me]

[don't do it]

this

is

beautiful

"Follow me, dear." "You're kind of ugly."

"Do you want help, or not.." "Yes. Sorry."

"Step up. Right this way, please." "Thank you."

hand in hand

step

step

step

step

"Let me give you some advice..

Don't poke the bear." "Why would I poke a bear.."

"Don't do it."

[turn around]

hungry

food. food. food. food. food. food. food. food.

"Here. Have at it."

[don't. stop eating that]

Dark. PANIC.

bound. step. step. step. step. step. step.

Conscience, where am I going?

[the monster wants you]

I don't want him.. I want out of here.

[I told you not to listen to him]

[just don't poke the bear]

[please]

FEATHER!

"Your flight pattern is off."

Author's Note

It's not finished yet.

Reviews

[gloomysundays]

I like the scattered chaos that went on in the poem. It was very interesting and it's extremely unique. I haven't seen anything like your poetry on this website. It's slightly confusing, though. I understand that somethings aren't made to make sense but I feel like there's a story behind this all and it's somewhat frustrating that I'm unable to decipher it.

Either way, very interesting. I very much enjoyed it. Good luck and happy writing!

Cheers.
87/100

[Wolfwind Words]

The ink reminds me of Chutes and Ladders. It's ups and downs on words and form create a wonderfully unique flow and the images are stand out and the eyes paddle their way along the course. Very much enjoyable!

Wolfie

[dieuxsansculte]

"Can you really? You would help me?"

I"d like to try. Will you help yourself?

[the monster wants you]
"I don't want him.. I want out of here."

That's a "step. step. step." in the right direction.

[RM Americano]

This is hands down the most unique piece I've seen on writerscafe so far.

I spotted two minor typos, one in your first line and then about halfway down you wrote [be quite] and I think you meant quiet.

I love the chaos. The way the words draw pictures, twice. The schizophrenia and the logic and what lies in between.

Please post more.