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tremendous and snarling
the glinting of teeth
who once called you darling
now comes from beneath
the twisted endeavors
of a lover turned sour
like a fistful of feathers
Ya Know Over The Years I’ve Had A LOT Heads Say...
That The Words That They Hear In My Wordplay Arrays...
Are Things That Display A... LOT of RAGE... !!!
I am your burden
The God you called out to that did not answer
They failed me for the final time
I came begging on my knees
Skin torn and bleeding
Having walked thousands and thousand of miles
Do not go gentle against those who are corrupt,Shameful those who just stand by;Rage, rage against the dying of society. Though wise men loose sight of what is right,Because their assets rise and ego enflate,Do not go gentle into that dark hole. G
“Silence” he commanded
As he slapped my frozen face
I need a meal for my stomach
I have not eaten in days
Or perhaps it has been longer
The killer, the executioner, the hunter, the slayer
Ostime, the one who was kicked around by many
For no reason that the child could comprehend
Ostime, the one who tried to be kind to everyone
I feel a deep, deep sorrow,
As life nears its final page,
The hard times that come with age,
It’s enough to make a good man rage,
But somehow, there’s a special sorrow,
Do you hear the storm coming?
feel the thunder shaking the ground?
can you see the lightning in the distance?
feel the wind weaving through your clothes?
can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
Small and innocent I may appear,
But when angry, I'm able to strike fear.
Rage isn't a righteous practice,
but for me it became a common habit.
I seem to loose all demeanor and control.
Notes flying ‘cross the page,
Singing hope and singing rage
Of how they plead to be free of the cage
And dance across the page.
Upon the lovely,
of America’s golden plains,
her monuments of past era,
made of steel and glass,
tempered with the fires of hope;
cast cold shadows
over astonishing rage of times.
Let the darkness of the clouds grow Let the wind blow
Let the lightning soar Let the thunder roar
[I've never been one for screaming. But when something hurts deeply, I chastise for hours -- albeit at a normal volume.]
These instincts betray me.
The good nature I try to uphold
How could she not understand
The pain she is causing her children
She believes that my father will take all of us
And he isn't holding us captive its our choice
We are not less than
We are your equals
We are not your captives
We are not your vassals
Jose waled home slowly
in a hoodie and jeans.
He wans't ready for the fight at home;
his mom would bring up another broken school window.
His backpack weighed him down
getting worse every second.
Let me live. Let me breathe.
Let me my claws unsheathe.
Free me from vines. Free me from tracks.
the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and
the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground;
it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer
here i am.
here i'll be
when all around
is shadows. not peace
welcome to my world
of sharp claws and teeth
don't say that your bored
you'll just make me angry.
so i warn you now..
Heavenly father as I wake to this new day you have made;
I thank You and your Son for the price that was paid.
I know at times it may feel like I've hidden through my dismay,
Scarecrow and lion
Tin Man too
Side by side
All in awe
Too much dust
Not enough water
Covered up truths
Buried under evil
With eyes like thunder,
The girl raged like the sky and
Spewed lighting as if it were words.
With mirroring fury,
The ocean thrashed and beat the cliffs
As the girl swept away her room and
The Wolf in the sky howled until he grew big enough to swallow the moon. And there was no light left but the stars which he could not reach.
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
It is not my fault that I exist
My pressence is not a mistake
My words are not baseless
What I feel is not pointless
The stupid shit I do truly does not concern you
I'm going insane.
Happy as can be in a moment,
Only to come crashing down the next,
Into the darkness of my head.
From a pleasant thought,
To one leaving me distraught,
I sit alone in the dark.
It finds you
in the early evenings
slithering past ankles
willing to be bit
until it circles you
frozen with the news of
abandonment- how could they do this to be?
fangs sink down into skin
I saw
The shadows feed
I fall
Finally cut too deep
I call
Out can't you see?
I'm flawed
So from the heart I bleed
I'm lost
Give up I'm finally beat
They killed
"Everyday the rage within me dies a little more
But everytime I think it's gone
It comes back stronger still
It kills my heart
Everytime
To see the hurt
And the lies
The hand print of my hurt
Rage against the dying world,
Rage against the light,
Rage against the sorrows that bar my heart from flight.
The morning left me winded,
The evening left me bare,
How does it feel to have a fire that doesn't burn?
As I detach and turn the page
I have been tainted with empty rage
I'm aware of the heat as the ember blazes
I'll use the kindness,
I know, I might, have within
Although beauty isn't skin deep,
I can smell your bones rotting within
How bitter, how cruel?
Your deviouness is brewing inside of you
The wind will blow away my sin
Copper devils wait in the tall grass
I walk on doves feet across the clouds
Fallow my feelings little fish
Sing about rain
I sometimes wish I was a monster
I hang around In this room I pretend that I own,
I feel so ungreatfull for the life I've been thrown,
and the friends I have grown,
In a house full of homies and I still can't help feeling alone,
Screaming bloody murder, but no one can hear the cries
Cannot hold on forever, can hardly put up a fight
Locked inside a cold room, lying on the hard floor
Beaten in the gloom, here be he prisoners of war
I feel like screaming,
My heart full of hate,
Not understanding the pain,
This rage can create,
Hurting the people I love,
My heart is pumping and racing,
My words cut like knives,
Don't be a brat! BAM BAM Stop being stupid! BAM BAM You need to learn! BAM BAM Don't fucking talk to me!
Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house,
I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.
I used to think "This is where it all ends",
But I looked past that and started to ascend.
I live in a city
And it is a pity
For ten years it was tolerated
Now- I'm exasperated
There isn't shit to do
When you're full of vigor and youth
I live in what you call the ghetto- I call it the hood
My fingers won’t move.
They are stiff with frost,
Tips turning blue and then deathly purple.
Threatening to rip them from
My flesh they were sown into by my creator.
Icicles hang from my eyelashes,
Sir no sir.
Please leave me alone sir.
Let me sleep sir..
This isn't rite please don't touch me....
I'm only 11; you're 50..
Sick heart, dripping with gasoline,
fueled by the cigarettes thrown like darts
the whip’s bullseye that tore her apart,
innocent and caged, helpless to cleanse itself,
gives in to the rage,
The death of waiting,
a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe,
my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation,
feet stuck in frustration,
mind set on fascination but body tied,
I find myself conflicted
Full of rage
Tears held behind
Just for their sake
No longer do I see the love
Just the hate
I'm ready to scream
You, the ones before us, burnt the world to ash
And we were left to pick through the cinders.
You say to yourselves in muffled voices,
On the bed and on the bathroom counter
I lost track of time, maybe two hours?
I completely devoured the passion
you were incredibly lacking
and got a high of pure satisfaction
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
By: Anyssa Q.
Fuck this form, and fuck its clones,
Fuck the place I called my home,
Fuck the building in which
my mind died.
Fuck the room in which my form hides.
Hatred.
Instilled in me is hatred.
like a fire raging in my lungs and behind my eyes
it stings
but its never released
because to my enemies my tears scream
weak
but I am not weak
The government is lead by our fathers and mothers, grandfathers, and grandmothers
They have showed up how to rule
But they won't give up their throne
It is our turn now
To rule
To reign
The sand, the water, all so Beautiful
Recovered from a past of Ashes
Earthquakes, hurricanes, Drought,
Mother Earth filled with Rage,
Avenging the world of the Abusive
Humans; the corrupt, the reckless
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
Passive verbs will do just fine
Unless of course, you wish to be kind
Original characters are just great
Unless of course, they arrive too late
Use my names, or two, or three
Unless of course, they belong to me
The voices I heard in my head are so loud, discombobulated, overbearing,
That it makes me wonder how you can be so sure about what the hell you are talking about!
Sometimes I just cant let go of all that anger
I feel like I'm Iago
Because I cant let it go
Oh I feel for Othello
I know everyone in my path feels the destruction of my rage
Like a Shakespearian play
His eyes brimmed with woe,
“You’re wrong, because I know I’m right.”
“Nope, you’re the idiot that thinks that way. Moron, you’re remarks are merely trite.”
The caged animal is a rare sight,
They don’t come out unless it’s confusing and nothing seems to be right.
The caged animal has many sides you see.
However this is not one that is known by most usually.
Why do you ignore me
When I know that in your heart we both believe in love?
Why do you forget
That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone?
Why do you hurt
When you see this blood and rage?
The rage inside me is growing.
So bitter, twisted, and all-knowing.
Do I hide it successfully? My heart says it's showing.
The rage inside me is growing.
The anger inside me is shining.
Burning bright,
burning clear.
Don't you see me
burning here?
Passion rage
like a flame.
Burning all
without aim.
Quench the flames
and cool the air
for this passion
The women come after a day of battle,
With myself, of course, the forces inside me endorse me,
I yell out of my mind, shouting obscenities,
Sometimes life slaps me
I feel like a locked treasure with a lost key.
Caged, caged, caged! A wolf caged
Full of nothing but rage
For me emotions scare
A test... A dare
Will I fail?
Mountain ridges arise from your back
Everything is broken
gloves on, real friends, fake friends
No Tongue
Raven at your window
get out get out get out
permanent, this
Label me, bitch.
Dyke.
Fag.
Tranny.
Label me, bitch.
Freak.
Creep.
Queer.
Label me, bitch.
Geek.
Dork.
Fuck up.
Label me, bitch.
Whore.
Slut.
Hear I stand a soldier
haunted by what I've done.
My ears still ring
with their screams.
My eyes still burn
burn with their faces.
I remember whispering
to each pair of eyes
