the biting air spews from my mouth like lava no one look at me i will look at no one i cast my eyes askew down not meeting another it would prove to be fatal the onlooker sees a glimpse of me in the shadows they depart they shrink i walk through i will not…
Tag: anger
#5
more confused than angry more stuffed away than needing to speak more afraid of meaning than feeling more resentful than righteous more betrayed than mistrustful more disgusted than indulgent more agitated more disappointed more hurt more angry about the understanding than the experiencing such a fleeting moment it lingers longer than is comfortable then is…
directed
when the waves were crashing endlessly when thunderous the animal inside staring back from between grasses when the voice amplified too loud to ignore they chuckled nervously shifting eye contact between them looking for places to point their fingers they were confronted with a mirror so clear so visible the violations and yet one scoffed…
below
i’m hoping that underneath the surface filled with storms and sharp currents fierce winds that whip cheeks heavy waves that seem to never end that there is a space of calm and depth its sophistication so intense that those who witness it would be in awe make someone look twice then dive under deep with…
destruction
there are some days where a deep anger bubbles to the surface and i were a volcano all you’d see is lava flowing down destroying everything in its path there are some days when there is no voice of reason there is only fear directing everything squeezing everything so that i wish something would pop…
the sister of destruction
i am the sister of destruction coming your way with no stops charging through and unceasing i follow after and make life from the path of death she leaves as my welcome mat i am not angry i am kind i move slowly i put things where they might be noticed i make things beautiful…
fire
Early in the morning and the thing she wanted to do was hit a tree until her fist would bleed. The knuckles, streaming the red viscous fluid. But eyes fixated on this spot on the tree. On the place she was supposed to hit repeatedly. Didn’t care if there was pain or permanent damage. No,…
The Dynamics of Groove 