Hiya, I’m here to share another poem. Sometimes I find it very helpful to channel negative energy into something creative, and that’s exactly what I did here. I wrote this poem based off of bad experiences in a college composition class. While this poem definitely reflects my feeling back then, I can’t help but say that this isn’t one of my better works. It doesn’t even rhyme! But I hope you enjoy it regardless. PS: I actually got an “A” in the class, so I guess it all worked out. PPS: The title is a reference to a lyric from the Metallica song “Battery”.

The devil wears many faces, they say. I’m inclined to believe it. 

I can’t begin to describe the pit in my soul, the gap in my being.  

Words escape me, but I can’t escape my thoughts. 

Heart and soul spilled onto the page, spilled into the drain.  

Efforts unrewarded, punishments unreasonable. 

Shrill sounds of pencils pushing, pens pounding, keys clacking.  

A cacophony of weeps, moans, and papers printing stinks up the air. 

The devil put on his ugliest face today. 

The drill sergeant steps from the throne with megaphone in hand. 

Striking demands, slashing requests hit us like whips. 

Much like Prometheus, we are chained to the rocks. 

Refuge? Don’t make me laugh. The only way out is the way in. 

Too bad none of us know the way. 

Expecting filet mignon, receiving peanuts. The sergeant has some work to do. 

Knives to be sharpened, combat boots to polish, it’s all in a day’s work. 

Come back tomorrow, the audience demands an encore! 

Hello everyone! I’ve come to the conclusion that a blog would be pretty boring without some posts, so I’ll leave some of my prose here to be preserved for all eternity! To start with, here’s a poem I wrote a couple months ago. Hope you enjoy it!

I look at my past as I would a lame horse. 

The passage of time has taken its course. 

The things that were done are regrettable. 

How come they’re always so unforgettable? 

The horse stares at me making a whine and a cough. 

That’s when I say that enough is enough. 

I can’t feign ignorance; I can’t tell a lie. 

The day I forget is the day that I die. 

Pull on a chain, the light turns on. 

Pull on a brain, it never turns off. 

As the broken steed takes its last sigh, 

I turn around, with no tear in my eye. 

That horse was part of me and it shall stay as such. 

Its ragged skin is cold to the touch. 

And as the stallion’s soul begins to rise, 

I see the part of me that I despise. 

An immature zygote, constantly developing. 

Its ugly face is something unsettling. 

Time to accept it, no point in denying. 

I reach my hand toward it. I begin complying. 

The ghastly figure’s form begins to shift, 

What I once was has gone adrift.