Bad v. Evil

I used to be bad but now I am just evil.
The box on the table, it was of sin and wrongs.
Didn’t you tell me not to open it?
Well when was the last time I listened to you?
The last time I actually gave a care to what you said?
So on that day, I opened that box just to defy you. Just to make you angry.
I loved to make you angry.

Inside that box were things I never dreamed of seeing.
Things I never dreamed I would experience.
I saw power.
How I longed for power.
The power to make someone grovel at my feet, the power to make someone fear me just by my glance.
One small price to pay for all the things I ever wanted.
Open the box everyday.
What’s so hard about that?
All I have to do is open it, and all I ever wished for is mine.
I never noticed the changes.
The changes in me, my behavior, my friends.
Come to think of it I didn’t have too many friends anymore.
I still didn’t care.
I was on top of the world.

It was perfect.
I went to that box.
I went to that box everyday.
All the while you tried to warn me
But I never listened to you.

I began to feel sorry.
So sorry I ever went to that box.
So sorry I picked up that knife and ran the blade across the side of your neck.
So sorry I didn’t listen.
“Its too late” ,the box told me.
“What’s done is done”,the box drilled in my head.
I didn’t want to open the box ever again.
Never again I promised myself.
But we had an agreement. The box and I.
I couldn’t just leave the box alone.

I loved the box.
The box gave me a happiness I had never had . I would do anything for it.

Parker’s Bend.
You told me never to go there.
But you aren’t around anymore.
I do what I want .
I want to go to Parker’s Bend.

I didn’t see what I was hoping for.
I heard a voice, a whisper rather.
I was in Parker’s Bend.
Why was I here?
I wish I was home.
I couldn’t run, that shows fear, and I fear no one.

It was quiet, dead quiet.
Yet not quiet enough for me to hear the gun cock directly behind my head.
My face met the barrel of the gun.
BANG! It missed my face by .01 centimeters.
I ran. Who cares about being scared?
I just cared about living.

The box.
I knew it was bad ever since the day I opened it.
I only did it to spite you.
I threw the box to the floor and it broke into pieces with a crash.
It was finally over.
I was whole again.
Relief filled my body.
My battle was over. I walked to the sink to try and was all the sins away.
I came back and the table where the box sat was clear.


I got that box. I ran it.
I got everything and it got nothing.
I awoke that next morning with a terrible pain in my chest.
I called 911 (ha 911 what a joke).
I didn’t need these people
Why are they here?
I don’t need any help.
I’m doing just fine.

We arrive in the hospital and I hear words like “...emergency........transplant....no heart
..death...” Ha! I am not gonna die!
I see my body on the operation table.
I heard the doctors say I had no heart!
How could I have lived without no heart? .
I peered in the medical wastes bin.
I didn’t see anything fleshy or bloody.
It looked like wood.
My vision must be blurry.
A doctor comes and takes what I was eyeing out of the can.

It looks like I ran you. I had the power and you were my sucker. The box!
Don’t open it! I silently pleaded to the doctor.
He did open it, and inside was my broken, ravaged heart.
Pierced with knives and bruised and all cut up.

I used to be bad but now I am just evil.
Ever since I saw it things changed.
The box on the table, it was of sin and wrongs.
Didn’t you tell me not to open it?
Well when was the last time I listened to you?
The last time I actually gave a care to what you said?
So on that day, I opened that box just to defy you.
Just to make you angry.
Oh how I loved to make you angry.
But now I realize that my selfishness is the cause of my own shallow death.
Now I realize my naiveté is the reason I never listened.
Oh how I wish I listened.


Feedback or any comments you would like to leave

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Overly long with bad flow. I did not like the absense of structure or rhyme scheme.
You need to condense it and not repeat everything over and over. Vocab was decent.
Fairly deep, but the flow and lack of rhyming ruined it. It was decent at best, but it needs work. Keep tryin'.

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Your funny

get aload of this herb

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i was unaware that a poem had to have flow or a rhyme scheme

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Thank you

thats what i was trying to say

WHat a fucker

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lmao @ grammar popo, listen,that pissed me off, you have your opinion and thats fine,,poems do not need any set way in which they are written,and that is the beauty in them, but ice pick, i thoguht this was one of your best i've read, they keep getting more intelligent and well written, i love the topics you write about, keep it up,

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Wow, Ice, this was one of the best poems i ever read, some peeps should actually read the whole verse before they say something... wow, my minds still full of amazement literally, cuz of this poem, I say valor ain't the best poet anymore lol, i like the begginging, first you try to think what the hell is in that box, and you still don't tell, then towards the middle of the poem, you talk about cutting someone in the neck.. then it just starts to make a little sence, but still blury of what your trying to say, then towards the end, it all made sence when the doctor said, you have no heart, they opened your chest and there was a "BOX," now that freaked me out im like..damn dats crazy...very good verse man, i mean it..very very good.. very dope actually..wait very ill..hot..well excellent..there you go lol.. im lookin forward to more of ur poems man... 9/10

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Word thanks for the feed,

Im glad you liked my peice,
I try to be very versatile when i drop.

I write about anything and everything

But i will peep your open mic in a few minutes

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I merely said that I would have preferred if there was rhyming, structure, and flow. I still liked it, but that was my feedback about what I would have liked better. I am here to post my opinion; if you do not like it, then ignore it. I prefer structured poems. You may like the free verse better, but do not insult me just because I have a low post count. The rest of you just went along with what the high post count member said. What a bunch of sheep.

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n. Slang: A form of popular <a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=music&v=56">music</a> developed especially in African-American urban communities and characterized by spoken or chanted rhyming lyrics with a syncopated, repetitive rhythmic accompaniment.
^Don't forget the white man^
Poetic Scriptures poems:
http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=157364
http://community.rapverse.com/showthread.php?t=157462

when you drop somthing

then come back and tell me my shit sucked

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