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I have this anger within me
Its black and rotten
and filled with a burning hatred

Its what makes my vision go red
and all thoughts fly out of my head

My body tenses as it prepares for a fight
That I know **** well will occur.

This anger lusts for blood
for death and mayhem

Its so easy to give in to it
Let it cover me like a blanket
Heh
a blanket of destruction

It has turned me into a monster
a deadly cruel beast
barely human

Anger issues is an understatment
I'm afraid to let it go.
becuase if I do then I will have to face
all the things I have destoryed
and left in my path
Life is a living hell
your breath is the devil
your scars and nightmares are his demons
that he weaved into your head
The bullet that ends your life
is your almighy Savior
 Jun 2014 Fenix Flight
Ranger
On a mounting of skulls
In the castle of pain
I sat on a thrown of blood

Kneeling on a floor of disdain
She smiled up at me with eye of contempt
This gypsy wanting to be at my side like a knife

You where dragged in with chains of the past
A tribute or a sacrifice to me I am not sure which
Pushed to your knees I see you broken like so many bones at my hand

Atop your head a crown of thorns
And wearing a dress crimson hurt
Looking down in to your eyes of sorrow

The gypsy moves to my side like a viper
Her voice poison in my ear
Her hands trying to sculpt my fate

Some thing in side you burns like a torch
glowing there is a hidden spark in your eyes
A trapped light in your soul

Drawing my swords, anger and hate
I cut your chains of the past away letting them clatter to the floor
And breaching the crown that cuts your flesh

I hear the witch cry out in disgust
"what are you doing" her voice cold and shrill
Her voice stabbing at me as if to end my life

Casting her out in to the cold deep as her soul
I pull you close so I can feel your warmth
Some thing I never knew starting to melt me

This is our past that bind us
Never regretting the choice made to release you from the cage that was life
You lit the darkness in my castle and my self

The years have been cruel to us
Words written in blood stains the halls
Our fate challenged and our future stolen

You must leave this castle of pain
Now crumbling with out the fight in its walls
It is fallen to ruin and you must be free

Go if you must fly
Leave me alone in the darkness
There is little more here then a broken man on a broken thrown

But please don't forget how to walk with out chains
Never let your self sit in that cage of your own making
My queen of crimson and hurt
 Jun 2014 Fenix Flight
Zero Zaneh
My winter storm
As cold as ice
Hail pouring
As hard as stones
The wind howls
Drowning all sounds
The sky
Darkening before My eyes
Everything is frozen over
Nothing has a drop of life
Time stops
Everything has been consumed
By My winter storm
I don't know so don't ask
 Jun 2014 Fenix Flight
Zero Zaneh
Should I
Care
Love
Hate
Feel
Be happy
Be sad
Feel angry
Feel blissful
Should I even be here
 Jun 2014 Fenix Flight
Zero Zaneh
I am not a game
When you beat Me
There is no high score
I don't have extra lives
So don't throw My life away

I am not a toy
When I am broken
You can't just put the pieces back
Don't go out and replace Me
So please take care of Me

I am a human being
There is so much that can be done
There is so few that cannot be undone
At some point the mind must release
And allow the pain to subside  
To make tomorrow settle for peace
With the salty waves in my mind

At some point the mind must let go
And forget about the weeks and days
Spent upon the oceans ebb and flow
Let go he rains the hearts fiery blaze

At some point the heart must warm up
And angered she burns quickly
Boiling the polluted puddles into sirup
Which leaks into the soul thickly

At some point part of the soul must die
Allowing the whole to be free
She will be vulnerable and cry
But at las  she can genuinely be
Gracie Pickard May 3, 2014
©2014, Grace Pickard, all rights reserved
It all started here;
Some thirty students-
Minds controlled by their puppeteer,
Walked in clueless

My mind came colorful, progressive-
Only my beliefs sprouted!
The seed had already been expressive
Just- the stem was clouded

The renaissance fertilized the soil
Dry, cracked, barren, deprived;
Destitute of the benevolent oil-
Used to awaken thoughts: revived

But what truly blossomed my bud-
Were the French philosophes,
Who's blue, liberal blood-
Solidified my leftist approach

I have always been the optimist;
Through many deaths and rebirths-
I knew it wasn't the apocalypse,
And instead kept the beauty of earth

Because I filled my life with fascination,
My opinions bloomed:bright and rich.
The rain could not cleanse my veneration,
Not to a diety, but to my democratic itch

My petals are strong to hold bees-
Who cannot fly or make honey
It's my civic duty to fight this disease
That in life- one is subject to money

However, I am not just one of Paine's flowers,
I am an independent with liberal powers.
This is part if my informal final paper for ap euro- I decided to answer each of the five prompts with poems
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