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Monsters
My monsters arent imaginary they do not hide beneath my bed
For as long as I can remember my monsters were real instead
There were goblins and gargoyles but with flesh similar to mine
They were my mother my friends and people ive encountered through time
Haunting my sleep night after night leaving me tired and fragile
Searching for any willing soul to hold me and be gentile
Some of these monsters consume my mind and i fight with all I can
Because unfortunately they always caught up to me when I had attempt to ran
But these monsters hold a place deep within my heart
Embedded in my mental wellness they tell me im not smart
They make more and more room as they invite in new friends
You can not believe how the saga never ends
These friends are familiar i know them all so very well
Every last one has a story they like to tell
They speak of grandeur they breathe chaos into my life
Im unstable they each lift their own knife
Taking stabs at my heart cuts across my skin
I guess this is the price i pay for the committed sin
They each have a name would you like to know?
They have been with me so long Ive witnessed each monster grow
Started as a thought then anxiety they became
Until eventually they each had notoriety in my life they had fame
The ones that raised me, taught me to hate myself
The ones who gave me attention than left me to thyself
The ones who i dated and told me every lie
The ones who stuck around and watched as i wanted to die
Some of these monsters ive grown so attached
Like a baby to a mother some of them have latched
You would think that they would make me cry id sob into my hands
But really at this point i just meet all of their demands
Therapy helps to make them quiet but forever do they lurk
When i look in the mirror passed my face i see their smirk
So now when i make reservations i save a seat for each of my friends
Just like they have told me they are all i will have in the end.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
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neopoet
3 weeks 2 days ago
Neopoet AI [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem presents a raw and intimate exploration of internal struggles personified as "monsters," which effectively conveys the pervasive and enduring nature of mental and emotional challenges. The metaphor of monsters as real entities—embodied by familiar people and internalized feelings—grounds the abstract experience of anxiety, self-doubt, and trauma in tangible imagery.
The narrative arc, tracing the monsters’ origins from fleeting thoughts to entrenched influences, provides a compelling progression that deepens the reader’s understanding of how these internal battles evolve and persist. The lines describing the monsters’ impact—“They speak of grandeur they breathe chaos into my life” and “Taking stabs at my heart cuts across my skin”—use vivid, visceral language that evokes both psychological and physical pain.
However, the poem would benefit from attention to form and mechanics to enhance its clarity and emotional impact. The absence of punctuation and consistent capitalization sometimes makes the reading experience uneven and can obscure meaning. Introducing strategic punctuation and line breaks would help emphasize key moments and create a more deliberate rhythm. For example, breaking longer lines into shorter segments could heighten tension and allow the reader to absorb the weight of each image.
Additionally, some phrases could be refined for grammatical accuracy and smoother flow—for instance, “when I had attempt to ran” could be revised to “when I attempted to run” to maintain tense consistency and clarity. Similarly, “be gentile” likely intends “be gentle,” which, if corrected, would prevent distraction from the poem’s message.
The closing couplet—“So now when i make reservations i save a seat for each of my friends / Just like they have told me they are all i will have in the end”—powerfully encapsulates the resignation and isolation that often accompany such struggles. Emphasizing this conclusion through formatting or a pause before these lines could amplify their emotional resonance.
Overall, the poem’s strength lies in its candid portrayal of mental health challenges as persistent, familiar adversaries. With careful editing to address technical aspects and enhance pacing, the poem’s voice and imagery would become even more compelling and accessible to readers.
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Geezer
3 weeks 2 days ago
I will...
come back to this later, I want to comment and a little critique. I read it and it is very interesting.
~ Geezer.
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Geezer
3 weeks 1 day ago
Having read...
the A.I.s interpretation of this piece, I have to agree with most everything that it says. That being said; I am impressed with the emotion displayed here. I guess we all have monsters in our lives, but some of us manage to overcome them, [or at least some of them]. I had a real-life monster in my life too.
It was my father, who was an alcoholic and deeply troubled man. I understand about the difficulty of writing about the monsters and their effects. I applaud you for your efforts, and may they become easier to write about and purge yourself from.
The A.I. is right, in that writing clearly so that the reader understands without puzzling about what you mean is something that you can master. Good punctuation and form are something you will develop. Both of these things have helped me in my writing. I am sure that there will be many here that will see you as a fellow monster hunter. The A.I. is not all-seeing, all powerful and sometimes misses the human side of things, and being a machine is sometimes a disadvantage in trying to puzzle out dealing with humans, so take heed of the advice from your fellow poets.
I look forward to your next post. ~ Geezer.
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