Grotesque Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Again, a poem writen about my life, all the name calling and all the hurt... This is one of my many names.

The one and only soul,
The grotesque one...
Always being hurt,
Sometimes being loved.

Sometimes it is hard to beileve,
That ones soul could be so dark.
But if you take a look at the life of the soul,
You can tell why.

Being beat,
It tears apart a soul sooner or later.

This soul that lurks in my being,
It is everything but beautiful.
People call me the "grotesque soul"
I think it is because of my personality,
Maybe the way I dress.

Another click I am put into,
Why can I not just be myself?

My soul, the grotesque one,
Is always the one getting hurt.
The one always being hunted,
Always being torn apart over and over again.

This poor soul,
So alone,

Sometimes with it could be helped,
Sometimes glad it is alone.
Always wishing not to be torn apart.
My poor grotesque soul...

I wish that I could be accepted,
Not to all but to some.
And not to be called
A grotesque soul.

But things sometimes never change,
I do not know if this will.
But me and my grotesque soul
Will be best friends,
Until the day's end.

Submitted: January 15, 2007

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Mon, January 15th, 2007 8:22am


I hope that is a good wow and not a bad wow. But um... Yes, me and my grotesque soul. ^_^ I really like this poem even though I just made it up as I went along. ^_^
~MurderousSweetTart (Ha! Did not spell it wrong this time.. Or almost spell it wrong. ^_^)

Mon, January 15th, 2007 12:28am


Excellent poem. It does justice to the sad state of modern life where everyone has to be labeled and categorized so that we can conceptulize someone quickly and not have to actually get to know them. If they are "goth," "emo," or "etc." we can just lump them into some esoterical category of our own likes and dislikes. I believe this is one of the leading causes of the degredation of our society and why we hover on the brink of moral collapse as a civilization.

Mon, January 15th, 2007 9:32am


Thank you for the compliment on the poem. I like this poem myself as well surprisingly. Yes, that was the intent. I usually get called a goth, emo, wierdo, strange, freak, and so on. So yes, I hate sterotypes of people. We are not canned food for crying out loud! We do not need labels! Yes, I agree that this may be one of the leading causes of moral collapse. Thank you for the input and the comments. ^_^

Mon, January 15th, 2007 1:38am

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