Too much Knowledge Kills

The knowledge of the world,

Resting upon your shoulders;

The pressure building up

An inevitable collapse looms;

All was once calm,

The days sweet and mild;

But that was when all,

Was not known.

*Ongoing theme of the story is that too much knowledge kills. I tried to give this piece an almost choppy effect due go along with the too much knownledge kills theme and how it slow eats away at you sanity.*

The Duality of Man

            An internal soul and external flesh, two separate personalities combine to make one stable and unique being. This being is above all a human, living and breathing in the daily breaths of air that fill up their lungs and give them life. These two sides co-exist together only through a certain balance and equilibrium forcing them to fit together. This is seen in the novel Jekyll and Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson when the mental instability inside of Jekyll is released not through, but as Hyde. This instability leads to a complete collapse of everything; mind and body, leading to the inevitable force within to completely and unwilling overtake Jekyll’s mind and body.

The idea duality in the fight within Jekyll trying to hide from his inner Hyde has shown that the in order for stability to occur, both the internal and external forms of the being have to fit together, or at least offset for the greater force to good to shine through. Consistently, this theme shows the two sides of every person, the inner hope or evil depression, and the mask of shame drowning out the inside. In the end evil is in all of us, it’s just how we are able to cope with it that makes success.  

*Man is not one, but two is a consistent theme throughout the novel. To get back to the writing that I am mosty use to i decided to write a slightly broad version of a literary analysis summing up the major theme of the novel.*

The Women in Black

Barred in by rusty iron plated windows, three boys sit silently playing with an antique train set. Their hands slowly moved the trains around the blandly colored carpet, to a place with no end. They are wearing clothing, grey in color, just like the entirety of the town. It is a damp morning, the sun broke through the thick grey clouds just enough for the room to become partially illuminated.

Swiftly like a candle, the light was blown out of the room. Something entered its soul as black as satin, its energy dark and controlling. Slowly the boys creaked their heads over to the far corner of the room. Without out warning their heads creaked backed and stared into the three windows. Then uncontrollably, mesmerized by the darkness, the boy’s legs, perfectly stable, stood up. No hesitation was felt. They then began stepping, like toy soldiers through everything in their path, solely focused on three windows that lay before them.

With every step, they become closer to their target until finally all stops. The deep urge to soar out the window releasing all pain is now gone. The sharp voice controlling their minds has vanished; the iron plated windows are no longer a hindrance to their lives. The woman in black is gone, but only to return again.

*three dusty windows barred with iron (my inspiration from the book) to show the truely tapped feeling of being barred inside. This inspired me to write a parallel to the movie The Women in Black. I tried to give this the suspensful idea of a short story.*  

I’ll be

The look in your eyes that drown them in hated

Stop me and make me think.

And painful regrets thrust towards the heavens

Never revealing the truth.

Show me that you can be changed,

Read up on how to trust me

I’ll be supportive,

I will never leave you,

Unlike the people who judge their way through life.

I’ll be a devil killer,

I’ll be satin’s match

I’ll be forever in your heart,

I’ll be the only man in your life.

             *A parady to I'll be by EdwinMcCain. It's a profession of Jekyll's love to Hyde (the first part) It is suppose to be a funny composition that fits into the melody of the song I'll be.*

The Evil inside

Mangled and distorted a face with no name. Misinterpreted, it never had a chance. A face mirroring the memories of the past looks back. It looks back, staring through the light in the pupils of an eye. It swiftly sucks the light out, until all is black, completely black. Now even the brightest light can’t pierce through the dark. This is Evil.         

A face is now scared, it can’t be changed; Evil has won. At least Evil thinks it won. Evil consumes your body hindering it incapable of love. It breaks you down until nothing can be broken down any farther, and then it crushes you, completely obliterating you forever.

There is one simple answer to all of this. Evil as some may call him is in everyone. He haunts, stalks, and preys on the weak and only the powerful and stable can overtake him. But even controlling or seemingly destroying Evil won’t rid him forever. He is a camouflaged figure mirrored in the background of the minds of all and will remain there till human life departs.

Can this simply indestructible demon be stopped? Is Evil in all of us, starring, snarling back in the mirror, just waiting to pounce?

*This is taken from the part on page 51 where the guy asks to see his face and I thought about the questions above. I tried to show Evil as a person, like the duality between a person and their inner self.*