Frankenstein
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Frankenstein was only a monster because that's what people made him out to be.He was actually a kind and gentle soul but that was what everybody refused to see.
Bordering the vast and unmovable Arctic,
There lies a forest filled by the sharp reflection
Of snow hanging across trees that seem lethargic
Thin, and fair, with hair
Of a “living gold;”
“Fairer than a garden rose;”
Face of an “expressive” mold.
Beaut, but orphan, and compassion
That makes her “cuz;”
Popular with admiration;
I was first introduced to poetry by Russell Simmons’ HBO series, Brave new Voices. In it, poets spilled their guts of the darkest atrocities, make amends, and grow, all with the power of prose.
Monster!
He’s a wreck.
Feeling like things aren't right and there’s no escape.
His feelings overwhelm.
That’s why he’s a monster…
At first nothing
Then breath, lungs moving, heart beating, blood pumping
I open my eyes.
Ever so dim light yet
iMonster
by: Adam Cox
Where have I been all this time?
Where am I now—here and now!?
I recall no memories, no joys, no pains… How?
