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I spend my days awake in the darkness,
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the actions I won't hide.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.

I spend my time lost in the torment,
If veracity is hard thoughts for which I vent.
Alone I remember on the rage I despair,
Idiocy that plagues me in distraught sacrement,
But I bleed not the sincerity I won't bear.

So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.
This poem is part-biographical and inspired by a quote from a brilliant movie called "Good Will Hunting".

My inspiration came purely from a moving scene, where 'Sean Maguire' played by Robin Williams is having a chat with his client, 'Will Hunting' played by Matt Damon.

Here's the quote: "So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that....If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably uh...throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, y'probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable...known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you..who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, n to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" doesn't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief."
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BelaRoseWolf Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Student Writer
This is a very interesting piece! I can see the emotion in this piece, and the descriptions are clear. Excellent work~ :)
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SaphiqueX13 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The description in this was... interesting, But I find the poetry a work of someone who knows themselves.
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NemoX7 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hmm, don't you mean a work of someone who knows themself? Just that it seems a tad strange if somone had multiple selves. And of course, as I said in the description, it is part-biographical. Parts are based on me. I included the quotation from the film to let folk fully understand what scene inspired me to write this.
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SaphiqueX13 Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
auto correct, and some people do have multiple personalities ^^ ~ okay, I didn't read the beginning of the description very well... got sucked into the biographical-awesomeness that is your life...
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