after the gnashing of teeth and searing of red within the eyes the exhaustion sets in, weary and consuming it makes the eyes burn and muscles weak an all-encompassig exhaustion of body and mind once the guilt and realization set in
Tag Archives: anger
pedestal
in my delusioned stupormy ego screams for agony, for strife, for everything to sate itit demands wrath, it demands harsh words, and nothing but silence as an answerand i feed the corrupted thing, it bolsters me for a timeit tells me i am the only, i am the wiseand it tells the person who setContinue reading “pedestal”
shield/knife
anger is my shieldmy own reliant thingbecause if i don’t want to feel somethingthen let’s get fucking angrya wicked bit of righteousness flows through meand i bear my teeth at the image i place in the mirrormy heart pumps and i feel something but also glorious nothingi delight in my vain wrath, striving for myContinue reading “shield/knife”
master
do not forget who you are talking to i do hear your words and i see your anger and wrath but do not forget who holds a world in her hands a world that will have no mercy on you the extension of yourself that you play so easily remember i cannot do some thingsContinue reading “master”
masquerade
it takes every ounce every single ounce of my being not to shake not to claw not to tear and rip not to scream not to unleash the person that i truly am life is masquerade and you don’t want to be the one to tear off the mask when the little dance ends
it is a disease
you don’t know why anymore you don’t understand why you let yourself do this sometimes you shake as your mind fights with itself and your hand quivers as one slice becomes jagged and unclean sometimes you are so still and you don’t think and your hand is precise and to the point, and it doesn’tContinue reading “it is a disease”
ruination
i believe that you ruined me for any other man because you showed me i was capable of distrust, hatred, anger and so much more it is so difficult for me to trust the other gender now thanks to you
fuck you, a trilogy
boy, if you knew better you would run behind this faint face quiet and trembling voice and bowing head of shame i scream and long to rise and want to paint this pale face with bloody anger so, you’d better fucking run
fuck you, the sequel
say those words again say them again, boy say them one more time and you will know a queen’s wrath
you made your choice
i am not angry with her no, no, i am not, even when others tell me i should be i am angry with him, i suppose for making the wrong decision
a poet's confessional 