Evil Takes Over

Author's Note: I wanted to write about how man has a dark side. Instead of writing a response or a poem I decided to do something creative. I decided to write about evil and how it lives inside, but at the same time spell out the word good. The effect for that was to capture how evil takes over the good. When the reader looking at this post, they will be so focused on what the writing says than the word "GOOD" spelled in the background. Now when you read this you will see the word "Good" in the background because I told you.  Now the difficult part is how to read this. You first start with the letter "G". Read it left to write and top to bottom, then move on to the next letter. The paragraph will be at the bottom of this post in case you get confused. The letter are all mixed up. On word it worked bout pretty good.

Evil Takes Over

It creeps up on you       It is something that          and becomes our        and it causes the

It tries to take over         desires to escape             true personality.         the mind to cringe.

Evil,                              and                   it is       The                   evil       Every               single

Satan,                           some-              thing      is in                us. No    person               in this

dark,                             that                  takes     doubt              about     in this                    world

rough,                           over                  the        it. The               dark      has a                      dark

grody,    bad, amiss      mind.                The       side                  of us    side,                       and

awry,             wrong,    dark                 side       eats               us alive.   it is                      hard

whatever you want         living inside us slowly,   Just thinking about is     trying to comprehend

to call it, it lives inside.  but surely seeps out      sends chills down the    and grasp that idea.

The above writing:

It creeps up on you, it tries to take over. Evil, Satan, dark, rough, grody, bad, amiss, awry, wrong, whatever you want to call it, it lives inside. It is something that desire to escape and it is something that takes over the mind. The dark side living inside us slowly, but surely seeps out and it becomes our true personality. The evil is in us. No doubt about it. The dark side eats us alive. Just thinking about it sends chills down the back and it causes the mind to cringe. Every single person in this world has a dark side and it is hard trying to comprehend and grasp that idea.

                

The Box

Author's Note: This was another response to Jekyll and Hyde. The one element that really stood out to me was curiosity. Everybody has curiosity and we, humans, would often do anything to know. Sometimes not knowing something eats us alive. We crave knowledge. I also liked the idea of human's having to sides and with the consciences it shows that both good and evil side of man. This is the quote that inspired me to write about 'The Box'.: "...so that to my interest in the man's nature and character, there was added a curiosity as to his origin, his life, his fortune and status in the world." 

The Box

I stepped into a room. I saw a man; he had ripped clothes-too big for him- a black beard that smothered his face, and a stench- I would rather smell a dead body. His back was hunched and he limped as his weak body exited the room. He stopped right next to me. His head turned slowly and jerky like rust lied on his neck trying to break free. His cold, dark eyes glared into mine. Bitter and cold, chills ran down my spine. For that moment, there was no hope, no sense of purity, and no sense of benevolence in the room. He spoke. With his cold scratchy voice, he said, “Whatever you do, do not open the box.” As he left, I could feel the evilness disappear. I looked across the room to see a dim light hovering over a small brown box.

            I raised my eyebrow in confusion. What was in that box that was so important to that man? I walked slyly across the room toward the package. I heard a voice. I stopped in fear; pure horror ran through my body. “Don’t do it” one voice said. “Do it, open the box,” another voice replied. I looked to my right to find "me" on my right shoulder. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress. Her hair, makeup- everything was perfect. She said, “Don’t open the box. The man said not to. You would feel guilty if you did.” I nodded in consideration and agreement. I looked to my left to find me again. This time it was the total opposite. She was wearing black everything. Her hair, makeup- everything was imperfect. “Do it. What’s the harm? It’s just a box. Don’t you want to know what’s in it?” My hands were rubbing together in desperation. I started to lick my lips; I was desperate to know what was inside. My right shoulder self said, “Don’t do it. You know it’s wrong!” My left shoulder self said, “Do it. You know you want to.” My head moving back and forth made my head spin.

My right shoulder self said, “Don’t!”

My left shoulder self said, “Do it!

“Don’t!”

“Do it!”

“Don’t!”

“Do it!”

            Every second I spent looking at the box, I got closer to opening it. My curiosity was exceeding. I said aloud, “ENOUGH! I will make the decision myself.” Silence filled the room. My conscious disappeared. I was on my own. Thinking back and forth between should I do it or should I not, I find myself approaching closer and closer to the box. I closed my eyes hoping that this situation was all a dream. I opened them. The box was standing right before me. My hand reached for the lid. I hesitated. I reached for it again in reassurance. I could not do it. I backed away. The thoughts reappeared back into my mind- all the possibilities of what could be inside. I could not take it anymore; I needed to know what was inside. I craved the knowledge; I would do anything to know. Just out of instinct I opened the box. O, how I regretted it.

           

Cannot Bear Evil

Author's Note: This was another response to Jekyll and Hyde. The main point of the story is that everybody has a dark side. I wanted to go off a little bit on that idea. I wrote about how there is evil inside all of us, but the mind does not want to believe it. It puts us in denial and sometimes knowing evil is inside of us, is too much.

Cannot Bear Evil

            Evil within the soul exists. That simple sentence disturbs the mind, sends a screech through the ears. A sentence the mind refuses to fathom; fathoming the concept is too much to bear. The sentence sends a qualm feeling through the body. Visualizing the evil side of the human personality puts the mind into denial. The same situation applies to Dr. Jekyll in the novel, Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll. Dr. Jekyll encounters the evil Mr. Hyde, and cannot fathom the hideous personality that he possesses.

            In the midst of the mysterious case between Mr. Hyde and Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Jekyll is overwhelmed by hideous personality that Mr. Hyde has. The criminal that has been wondering about the streets, Dr. Jekyll has seen. The ugliness of his appearance and the evil in his personality sends Dr. Jekyll into shock mode. He cannot bear the sight of Mr. Hyde. He says, “…I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end” (52). Mr. Hyde contains evil inside him. His appearance and personality is so hideous, it is too much to bear for the innocent. His personality is unfathomable. Society shapes our mind that good is all we see. For Dr. Jekyll to see pure evil gives him nightmares. Evil within the soul exists; we cannot bear evil.

Looking Into the Mirror

Author’s Note:

This poem is response to the novel, Jekyll and Hyde. Jekyll and Hyde demonstrates that every man, whether they realize it or not, has an evil side to them. Some people may not even know that they have a dark side because it is too much to comprehend. This poem demonstrates that concept. A girl looks into the mirror and sees a normal human being or her “good” side. When she takes a second look she’s sees her “dark” side.

Looking Into the Mirror

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a reflection

She saw perfection

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a human

She saw a personality bloomin’

Looking into the mirror:

She saw diligence

She saw innocence

She took a second look:

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a mutation

She saw an ugly creation

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a monster

She saw a haunter

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a beast

She saw a creep 

Looking into the mirror:

She saw darkness

She saw savageness

Looking into the mirror:

She saw a figure of evil

She saw a figure of hatred

She saw a figure of pain…

She saw herself

 

Inspired quotes:
"...and then the door of that room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding. The figure in these two phases haunted the lawyer all night; and if at any time he dozed over, it was but to see it glide more stealthily through sleeping houses, or move the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, even to dizziness, through wider labyrinths of lamp-lighted city, and at every street corner crush a child and leave her screaming." (48)

“At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a spirit of enduring hatred.” (49)