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Portrait of John Doe
By Melancholic VIncent
I grind my teeth
In an expression of rage
And claw my hands
Over my head
It’s hurting again
My skull is closing on in
As my brain beats
Throbbing and thrombotic
Hardening
to critical mass
Pumping my eyes with boiling blood
Instead
of a heart
Gangrenous and hypothermic
Impaled by frozen icicles
of love
Growing an ice field in an inhospitable land
Feeling
kinda awkward today
Just like in the last ten years
Sucking my
memory dry
Not a thing i can remember
Only this pain, only this
wrath
Like memories that abruptly
Flash before my eyes
After
a amnesia
After being high
At high speed
In the highway
to hell
Not a moment, not even a eye blink
Without the tortures
and the eyesores
Not a second, not even a synapses
Without the
horrors and the suffering
My pale face crossed out from any
painting
Every picture of me
Distorted, faded, vanished
The opaque mirror shattered in sharp shards
Every reflection of
me
Broken, severed, smashed
Confusing thoughts, troubled
feelings
Are confined inside a twisted mind
Jamming the reality
Messing with my personality
I can be everyone
I can be nobody
I can be John Doe
Knowing nothing about myself
My identity
is kept in secret
In the depths of oblivion
Swear i heard my
name elsewhere
Whispered by dark shadows
Fleeing away from the
high rooftops
Blew out by wild winds
Strange noises sounding
like some foreign language
Forbidden spells that cannot be enchanted
Forgotten words that cannot be pronounced
Spoken truth, unsettling
mystery, world conspiracy
All makes part of what they want
To
cover my existence, to veil my sanity
All makes part of what they
know
To counterfeit my visage, to forge my death
They made
me hollow, they made me disappear
I am just a stranger with no name
They made me mad, they made me crazy
I am just a psycho with no
sanity
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Copyright 2012 Melancholic VIncent
Published on Monday, July 30, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Another old poem.Comments on "Portrait of John Doe"
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A former member wrote:
This poem made me feel what you were describing by the feeling
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On Thursday, November 29, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430)
wrote:
It's a poem's mission to do exactly that, thanks for your comment
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On Friday, August 17, 2012, Nehema
(960) wrote:
This is the best write I've read all day. Wow, I feel this and the confusion of not knowing your name, purpose or anything at all was followed by a serious panic attack for me. I need to read more of your work. I like the words you choose - XXOO
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On Friday, August 17, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430) wrote:
Thanks for your words. This one, I guess have parts that are really good, and others that I perceived as unattractive, but maybe it's a matter of perception, and others may love it whole as you. Thanks for showing me that. :)
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On Wednesday, August 1, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Deleted another old comment after further perusal - maybe John Doe is beyond the reach of some, gifted beyond the norm, and that is the cross to bear, cheers! And sometimes we can make ourselves crazy too (and save them the trouble).
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On Wednesday, August 1, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430) wrote:
It's okay Dan. Well, for me a gift as became to be such an ambivalent term. for a gift can be also a curse. It's the other side of the coin.
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A former member wrote:
Very vivid and descriptive! :)
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On Wednesday, August 1, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430) wrote:
Thank you for your contribution
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On Monday, July 30, 2012, dwells
(4285) wrote:
And I meant to add most enthusiastically, very well done and a most marvelous missive!
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On Tuesday, August 7, 2012, Melancholic VIncent
(430) wrote:
Thanks Dan
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