You don't control me; I control you

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
'You don't control me; I control you' is an extremely deep and dark poem about the truths and powers of the conscience. The poem incorporates several poetic techniques such as rhetorical questions, metaphors, similes, alliteration, varied rhyming patterns, catchy rhythm and an abundance of personification.

The poem is crafted so that it appears as though the reader's conscience is talking directly to them. Basically, it is as though the poem hasn't been written by another writer, it is the reader's conscience.

I particularly admire the 'puppet strings' part. If you read more deeply you realise that the strings on a puppet control the puppet's movement. Much like the nerves of a person control the person's movement. The strings are controlled by a person, the nerves are controlled by your brain which is strongly influenced by your conscience.

Also noteworthy is the following fact. Often when writers stick to strict rhyming patterns, their word choice is often a little out of touch with the poem. This poem doesn't have this problem because the word choice has been considered more carefully than anything else in the work to ensure that the reader experiences the maximum effect.

READ AND ENJOY AS YOUR VERY OWN CONSCIENCE TALKS TO YOU!

Do excuse my rather long summary and please do enjoy it. Thanks.

Submitted: July 10, 2012

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You don’t control me; I control you.

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Your love, your hate, your dream, your glory

Intertwined with the words of this on-going story

A story of problems though happiness too

For I am the one who has control over you

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A peculiar presence; you don’t know I’m here

Though I am the source of your elation and fear

Thus, dark dreams of night are at my dispense

You ponder the reasons as to why you’re so tense

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I reside here unnoticed tying knots in your veins

Though you don’t know me so how can you complain?

That’s right, you can’t; you don’t have the power

Though even if you could, my response would be sour

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The experience of thought; the experience of pain

For I am the one playing games with your brain

I pull on your nerves like strings on a puppet

Controlling your moves with every buffet

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I create your emotions and send them throughout

Your nerve interchanges are like roundabouts

They move down your nerves, your body's own highway

And over the twisted bridges of your DNA

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Both you and I await a similar fate

Though until time defeats us, I will desecrate

For I am the one who has control over you

I am your conscience and I control you


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