Clown in the corner, why the sad face?
Would you like a friend, just incase?
Clown in the corner, why are you crying?
You should be smiling, not in the corner dying.
Clown in the corner, why are you bleeding?
What is that knife, where is this leading?
Clown in the corner, why are you coming?
What's that weird look, should I start running?
Clown in the corner, can't we just talk?
Come on Sir, please, let's go for a walk.
Clown in the corner, where are we going?
Why did you stab me? My blood is now flowing.
Clown in the corner, why can't I breathe?
I feel tired and light, why does my soul leave?
Clown in the corner, I've no thoughts in my head.
Clown in the corner, am I now dead?
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this poem at about 4am, but have no memory of writing it. It took me a while to realise that the poem represents two sides of me. I'm the clown, the 'dark' side of me, but I'm also the person asking all the questions, the 'innocent' side of me. Out of all of my poems, I think this one has the most meaning. You may disagree.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|toni d (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, November 30 2004, 11:08 am|
I really like this poem...wonderful work. everyone has at least 2 personalities unless their nuns or something...but i wonder if the clown isn't yu, just someone else, maybe someone in your life you feel threatened or intimidated by. You say you have no recollection of writing this. Has that ever happened before? I am very curious about this, not nosey, but inquisitive.
again, good work toni d
|Mike (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, December 2 2004, 06:51 pm|
Lol, I like that. Nope, this is the first time it's happened. I can't say I feel intimidated by anyone at this moment in time. Its pretty confusing.. :S
|Raimee (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, March 7 2005, 09:47 pm|
Nah it's kay, I know what you mean. Cause at night I picture things, in my head.. Like the Exorcists face. And I hear things. And it's one side of my personality thats causing me to see and hear them things, whilst the other is trying desperately to hide it all away. Recently I've been really freaking myself out, getting dead scared over things that I make myself imagine and picture. Its like I can't control one half of my brain. Nice poem tho, Mike. Love you still. Missing you so, so much.
|dimples (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, March 9 2005, 07:48 am|
oooooooooooo so scary--- im sooooooo scared of clowns i was picturing this leering grin and painted face in the shadows as i read it awesome!!!!!!!!!! u are gr8- but so spooky
|LBK (184.108.40.206) -- Friday, March 11 2005, 11:28 pm|
I like this poem very much. I think it's one of my fav even though I HATE clowns like hell :P...Comon innocent Mike and let's bash that fatass clown's head :D
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