BAM! More poetry!! Following up my previous monologues of poetry, here’s more! They’re not all monologues, and some are longer than others, but give them a read!
Monologue #4: Porcelain Doll
For so long I defended you as a person. People left and right saw you as nothing but a mask, a false expression, but I saw you as something different. I told people how there’s so much more to this wonderful person, but not a single opinion was turned to my favor. After quite some time, I started to doubt my pushing. I thought that there was something deeper that only I was seeing, but was it that I was falling for your ceramic expressions? As I back up and take a look in retrospect, I slowly see piece-by-piece that the person I loved was nothing but a porcelain doll.
Monologue #5: Perfectly Imperfect
People call me the Merit Man, looking at me as if I’m a perfect human being. But what’s perfect? To be perfect you have to follow this imaginary set of laws on humanity. It’s true, I’ve done many good deeds in my time, but my merits are really just happenings that have been cloaked in passionate story-telling. People admire me, but I used to be a lazy fool. It all starts with love; a girl that has eyes like the moon, and a heart like the sun. But being rejected sends you into a spiral of confusion. The only constant being what you want, her. What are you to do? Run away? There’s no place on this massive rock that’s far enough. Besides, rock is too solid, like it’s made up its mind, unlike myself. The answer is the sea! The sea is a place of confliction. Waves crash in different directions; gravity pulls up and down simultaneously. It’s undecided and can take me anywhere.
Floating on water, however, did not deter that longing that kept my heart beating. Her big, bright eyes joined the stars at night and kept watch over me, and her heart took its place at dawn, leaping into the sky and blanketing me with warmth. But it is that warmth that chills my very spine. In these terms, I can only give up! I sailed the seas and I got away, but it wasn’t far enough! The mind can only cope with so much on its own. But even with the help of drugs, there’s always emptiness. A slow, sad, less productive person is brought on. But who cares? I can hate my reflection; I just won’t look in the mirror. Months pass, years pass, before you know it, you don’t have anything left to offer. The will to do anything has left entirely. There’s no point anymore. But there was one at some point, right? No way! I’m not letting my life fade away like that. Those who think me a loser will be proven wrong! They’ll see!
I can pass any obstacle with flying colors, do many good deeds, and save the lives of countless people. Evil has felt my wrath! I’ve destroyed all in my path to make way for the new generation. It seems I did well, for feasts are held in my honor, by which I eat before everyone else! It’s amazing how much you can eat when returning home from war. Is that because you’re hungry? No! Food is filled with comfort, and even when your stomach is full, you can never get comfortable enough. I’ll keep eating. I can do whatever I like! I’m like no other person, one of a kind! My face is seen on the sides of buildings, my smile on billboards. Everyone looks up to me! Who else is there!?
But the higher you stand on a tower, the more painful the fall. How would that happen, though? I don’t deserve to fall! I don’t deserve to be rejected! Everyone fails to understand my significance! Have you not seen what I’ve done!? Can you not see the people I’ve saved!? If I could do that, imagine what else I could do! I can become mayor! I can run for congress if I want! I can even become president! Nobody knows what potential I hold! I’ve continued to help people with the great amount of power at my disposal. My charity knows no bounds! People love what I do, and pray that I keep doing it. But really, I’m reluctant. I look into the citizens’ eyes and I really want nothing more than to be normal like them. I can touch them, hug them, kiss them, but I can never be them. Is this all I have? I ache to join the other side. I feel abnormal and different. I want to go back to the way I was before, before all of this nonsense, and before I felt so much pain.
What is a perfect human being? Does it mean successfully abiding by the rules of others? Does it mean being a Good Samaritan? I think before asking what a perfect human being is, one must ask what a good human being is. And before asking that, one must find out what it means to be human. They all praised me for being heroic and generous, when really, by human standards, I did everything wrong! Everyone admires an imperfect human. I guess that’s what being human means, maintaining difference, constantly changing, and learning from your actions. Evolving.
Lust, Sloth, Wrath, Gluttony, Pride, Greed and Envy are all traits we’re born with. They help us to learn, feel, and be as individualized as possible. They’re wired in to help us survive as a species.
Four Seasons
A tree stands tall atop a hill with leaves green of spring. Along the fine green lines of one leaf which hung lower than the rest, a caterpillar crawls and nibbles off a piece.
“Oh, great big oak tree, so tall and lean, no one but I knows you and your leaves of green. You provide a place to crawl and lush food to feed. You give a place of comfort in a time of need.”
A big bear pokes its head out from beneath the long branches.
“That’s not the oak tree! I know it best! It gives me lots of shade to cool down and rest. Its bark is rough, and climbing is fun. Its leaves glow yellow in the hot summer sun.”
A little squirrel runs up the hill and squawks at the bear.
“That’s not the tree; I disagree! It has hundreds of colors, and they fill me with glee! Its colors shower the ground, and it drops lots of food. It wants me to stay healthy, and gather lots of loot.”
A white rabbit bounces out from a tiny hole underneath the tree’s roots.
“You guys are wrong! That’s not the tree I know. Its branches are bare and blanketed with snow. It’s warm beneath its roots, and I can call it home. As long as the tree’s here, I’m never alone.”
All of the branches shake as if coming to life, then a deep voice booms as to extrude clarity. The voice comes from the tree, neither angry nor happy.
“Enough with the conflict! Not a single one of you is wrong! I never want to choose to which of you I belong. My leaves can be green, or full of many colors, or bare, but to have to pick one just wouldn’t be fair. I wouldn’t provide shade for the rabbit or food for the bear. I can bend my branches all ways to accommodate everyone here. I do have many seasons, and there are many leaves to see, but all four of my sides are what makes me unique.”
Monologue #6: Flavor
People like to judge. They spew nonsense, calling you flavorless like water. But hearing that makes me laugh, because water is full of flavor. While water may be tasteless, there’s so much more to it. Taste may be important, but flavor also differs on texture and consistency, how it feels and how it makes you feel. Isn’t water delicious? Enough for a second glass.
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