Jekyll and Hyde#4

Who am I?

Who are you?

Am I one?

Or am I two?

Nobody knows

It’s our little secret

But what if they find out?

How shall we keep it?

I’m afraid they’ll find out

What shall we do?

We could say who murderer is

Was it me or you?

I know they’re going to find out

I can just tell

The question is will we end up in heaven?

Or will we be sent down to hell?

I don’t want to go to hell

That’s not where I below

But my other half is telling me,

That I am very wrong

God told us not to murderer

But it’s something I have to do

It’s the only way destruction

Can stop from coming over you

Who am I?

Who are you?

Am I one?

Or are we two?

Jekyll and Hyde#3

Conscience

You always have a good, while you always have a bad

One that makes you happy and another that makes you mad

There are two voices in your head that are always talking

And they want you to side with them so they’re always knocking

You don’t know what to do, not sure what side to take

The voices in your head won’t stop causing a major headache

You know you have to make a decision, which one will you choose?

Better make a choice quick, or you’ll be left with a bruise

These voices are now yelling, screaming with all their might

You better hurry, as these two are about to fight

A decision is right around the corner, have you chosen your fate?

This can be very easy; just don’t pick the one you hate

 I see you made your choice; do you think it was the right one?

I guess we’ll never know, maybe we will see in the long run

You probably think that decision was easy

But yet I know you’re feeling queasy

You’re conscience helped you make this difficult decision

It’s like it already had it in its vision

But wait what if you had the wrong thought

It’s too late you know what we’ve been taught

The past is the past and there is nothing you can do

But who are you to blame, your mind or you?

Jekyll and Hyde#2

Curiosity 

Curiosity is wanting to know what’s going on

The power of this feeling makes you drawn

I see this box in the room

It feels as like I’m walking into my own tomb

The box, is there something inside?

What, do you have something you’re trying to hide?

I need to know, it’s eating me alive

If I don’t find out, I think I might die

I don’t know what it could possibly be

Please, I need someone to tell me

Is it evil, is that what’s in there?

I’m not sure; it’s something I might not be able to bare

The demon of curiosity is fighting to come alive

He’s ‘gonna find out what’s in the box, he’s ‘gonna thrive

Is it Pandora’s Box, something that releases evil into the world?

The curiosity is making me weak and curled

Is having all the curiosity even worth it?

I guess we will never know, that until the box is split

Jekyll and Hyde#1

Author's note: I just felt as if it would be fun to write a poem about how it goes back and forth between good and evil. Hopefully I did this correctly! 

One is good

One is bad

Being happy is the way to go

The root of evil is down below

He comforts you with a gentle touch

And his counter-part will squeeze with a strong clutch

Arms opened wide, ready to spread jeer

As the one down below makes you shed a tear

You look up, and you know he’s there

Down below is the place people cannot bare

The hands of this man are soft and nice

One swipe with his claw, and boom you’ve been sliced

You pray and pray hoping to make everything better as it should be

But I’m afraid to talk as he might kill me

Now you wonder how these two men draw different attractions

As Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde have many different actions

Short Story

                 Happiness was all around; we were all riding the bus back to the high school as we had just won the biggest game in Pewaukee Football History. Yelling at the top of our lungs, laughing hysterically, we were celebrating as if we had the Super Bowl Trophy on the bus. It felt as if nothing could bring any of us down, including me. It’s hard to even describe what I was feeling at that very moment. Sure, I was laughing and having a good time, but I felt as if someone just took out my brain and threw it somewhere. I wasn’t able to think straightly due to all this excitement. Although all this was a great moment, I had no idea what had happened an hour before kickoff. It turned out to be one of the darkest moments a person could experience in their entire life.

                The time was around 11:00 P.M. when I got home from the victory dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings. My bed wasn’t calling me yet so I decided I would stay up for awhile, just watching T.V. An hour or so had passed, and I was still watching that same TV, in the same position. That was, until the moment that changed my life had arrived. The time was now 12:00 A.M, and that’s when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was some of my friends ding dong ditching me, seeing as they were going to be happy that we won the game, but it wasn’t to my surprise. A Pewaukee Police Officer stood at my front door step, and saw me as I had crept my way from the back door. Feeling a little bit uneasy about the situation, I approached him and asked “Is there something wrong, sir?” He just stood there with the look on his face, as if he couldn’t explain this serious situation to a sixteen year old. He just asked me if my mother was home, and that we should go get her. At this point, my mind was going off in a million different directions. My thoughts were twisted in my brain like a giant knot in my stomach. Had my grandpa pass? Are my sister’s okay? Nobody knew. Finally my mother came out, not knowing what was going on. The officer then said that he had been told to come to this residence and say that “a Mr. Kevin Conroy has been killed in a traffic accident”. I stood there in shock. The moments of silence grew frighteningly louder; the stillness became exasperating.  I didn’t move, I didn’t cry, I didn’t do anything. I just stood there until he left, and then I proceeded to my room, where being by myself felt as if it was the best solution. Now I was more conscious of this new disturbance. I was in complete denial. My father wasn’t dead, my best friend wasn’t gone. He has to have the wrong guy, this isn’t happening to me. I felt this until I picked up my phone, scrolled through my contacts with my sweaty palms, and found the one that said “Dad.” I then proceeded to call it, so I could hear my father’s voice, but there was nothing. No ring, no voice, no nothing. Awaiting for a ring with impatience, I decided I would call again, but I got the same result. The only sound that could be heard through my home was my warm tears hitting the cold floor.