Rage is a blood- red knife
It pushes into your back until you can't stand the pain
You let it out
Like the blood that flows from your wound
Drip, drop, gush, and flows
It never slows
Rage is a Blood- red knife
And sometimes it pushes you to do things
You never would have done if you were happy
It's the sweet, seductively tempting voice whispering to your insides
Do it! Do it! Do it! DO IT!!!!!
And it never quits, it just gets louder
until you finally can't take the ripping of your intestines
and all you can do is submit to the torture
And this hurts the worst, like stepping on the broken glass of your dreams
Rage is a Blood- red knife
You can never forget
That moment you either screamed
Or did something you regretted
Or that horrible outburst
That everyone saw
Rage is having blush red cheeks
That embarrassment that swells within, like a tornado in your chest cavity
From doing something stupid
In order to get that anger out
Because yelling didn't control it
Rage is a horrible thing to keep in
It can destroy your life, like a hail storm in a garden
If it is bottled up for too long...
So just let it go and flow, like a river of bad pasts
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Anger is a red tree
In a calm day
The tree is a statue
It is so angry
That it doesn't even want to move
In a big thunderstorm
It can't help but release it's anger
It rocks back and forth
Like a house in an earthquake
Anger is a red tree...
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
I taste the morning dew
On my tongue
I see the sun trying to peek through the clouds, like a little kid peaks
Through the blanket when he thinks there is a monster in his room
I hear the sweet chirps of the birds, like an orchestra of nature
I can already smell the impending flowers
That will soon imbed their tangled roots into the ground,
So that the rain and sun will tickle their thirsty leaves,
With the sweet drink they so badly crave.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
The Night Owl
As the prey scurries
So does the predator
Once all is quiet,
The target is set
The bright piercing yellow eyes shine
The wonky hands curl up to
Form tree-like talons
He takes off and swoops down
With arrow- straight flight
The mouse tries to escape but
Is only met with the death grip of the has of life
As the grip gets tighter,
The night gets darker
Everything goes pitch black
And all is once again quiet
The owl sits down to supper
Once finished, the search begins again
For the next reaping of souls
To destroy the pains of hunger
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Dear spring,
Why won't you rise again
So that we can feel the embrace of
All things reborn
We know that you are weak
From being beaten to a pulp
By winters gnarly clutches
But that doesn't mean that you can't
show a little love and compassion
So spread your wings
And let the happiness spread
Spread it far and wide
Let your presence be known
Let sweet air tingle those who still live
And let the sweet pungent air
Of the flowers refresh the air
Let the flowers rise
Through the bedrock
Through the dirt
Through the leftover snow
Let your power show
Bring back what once was there
But had ceased to now
Clear all the snow
And let your hands put green on the ground
And blue in the skies
For it is you that installs hope in us
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
Flowers are still gone
But soon they will rise again
Refreshing the air
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Rocks, sticks, stones, and mud
A mere blimp in existence
Steadily it lays
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC