Anger is loud
A source of energy and power
But a bitter pill to swallow
Anger is heart racing
An uncontrollable emotion
Anger is the color red
The color of fire and destruction
Anger is powerful
Anger is dangerous
Beware an angry person
Archive for May, 2016
Is this my life now? I don’t know what shall happen next or where I shall go but I know there is a war where I used to call home. My feet are freezing pressed to the cold wet ground, yet the only feeling I have is that of tiny trembling fingers and gunshot sounds. What did I do to deserve this? Will I even remember the feel of my mothers kiss? They’ve taken her away I still remember it all. Was it the devils work or was it the fate of God’s call? They’re blaming the chemical napalm and it’s burning my flesh, but how can I be afraid when psalms put it to rest? “When I am afraid I put my trust in you.” The Bible said it first so it is what I shall do. My voice has screeched and my eyes have cried, but who am I to shed a tear when others have died? The war is not over, who knows when it’ll end, but soon my soul shall be a vapor in the very wind.
Clouds, Sun, Blue sky, Ocean, Sand, Towel, The perfect vacation.
The feeling of drowning,
but not dying.
The feeling of living,
but not breathing.
The feeling of dying,
but still living.
It’s an open cage.
You trap yourself inside,
but the door is blankly open.
An open mind,
an open heart.
But feeling too much at once.
A horrible sensation
that never seems to go.
But leaves you in shock and satisfied.
Anxiety,
The successful criminal.
Making lives miserable.
From the long winter nights, To the hot summer days, I'll be there, By your side, Until I die. From the rainy spring afternoon, To the crisp morning air in the fall, I'll be there, By your side, Until I die. The question is, Will you be there? Through all the roug patches, and the drama, Will you be there? I could only hope you say yes.
Sadness is a house
full of bad memories.
It is not something
that you will find comfort in.
It will tear you apart
like a dog with rabies,
and it will cause you to be silent
even if you want to scream
Sadness is a seashore
with only broken shells.
It is not something
to shelter or protect you.
It will beat you down
and stomp on you, as if
you were an ant hill.
Sadness is an illness
and it will
destroy you.
Uhhhhhhh
Another day of work.
But I have to do it.
I watch the clock slowly move its old hands,
Its ways to make every second drag for hours elude me.
Last five minutes of class
I look across the class to my friend.
He’s asleep.
I don’t even hear the teacher anymore, it’s just incoherent babbling now.
I look back up at the clock.
It’s only been thirty seconds.
my passion is cars i work as much as possible and do my best. As i work i learn as i learn i improve and then i put it all down on the line. i build performance engines and race that’s my passion
And thought nothing of it
as they dipped into the low light
gone forever
Thinking of the love they lost
and the sour-sweet dreams that follow
into the black, empty void below
As night approaches
the needed light fades to nothingness
leaving you stranded and alone.
Then the light rushes back
slowly but surely it appears
giving that last little bit of hope needed
The love you always wanted
always desired
always deserved
appeared within your eyes
Then gone.
As soon as it was there,
it vanished.
Leaving you in the dirt,
ALONE.
Worthlessness feels like you don’t matter; it feels like nothing you do makes an impact. Worthlessness strangles and suffocates you like black smoke, to the point you can’t breathe anymore. Worthlessness whispers through its disgusting lips into your ears, telling you that nobody cares about you, that nobody loves or needs you. It consumes your soul as it rots, infesting your core like maggots to a corpse. It transforms who you were and makes you a walking, breathing zombie. It kills you.
Anger is the quiet tick- tick you hear from explosives
Tick- tick
Anger is the brink of frustration
The build up of water behind a dam
Tick- tick
Anger is letting things slide
Smiling and saying, “oh, you’re fine.”
Tick- tick
Anger is the crack in the dam
When things start to slip
And you just can’t take it anymore
Tick-tick
Anger is the explosion that follows
The rushing water destroying everything in its’ path
Much like a wildfire consuming and swallowing everything in sight
Anger is the build up
Anger is the break
Anger is the explosion
Always move upward
Rather than down.
Don’t let anyone turn you around.
Keep the smile,
And not the frown.
I’ve been up and down,
But i have never hit the ground!
My friends always tell me
She’ll come around.
But what if she doesn’t,
What if she drowns?
A pebble,
kicked by a kid
who is walking home from a long day at school.
A pebble,
ran over by a kid who just stole his first bike,
he wanted his little brother
to have his first bike.
A pebble skipped over the reflective waters.
You gaze into the waters,
but you do not see yourself.
You just see
a reflection.
Here I am.
My earplugs sit patiently on my bed.
They wait for me.
They wait for me to plug them in and explore their sounds.
My book stays quiet.
But on for a moment.
I plug my earplugs in and let the music cleanse my hatred for the world.
My book speaks to me.
I read.
As the words disappear the images become prominent in my mind.
Playing out the scene.
Piece by piece.
Exactly how it should be.
The rage, the aggravation.
In any second I could flip a desk or start yelling.
The rage I feel waiting in this class, It could release if the time would pass.
For when this day is done I will be set free.
Free to let this rage from boredom scream.
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