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StormriderIX May 2020
I light
the four candles
one at a time.

I place my mask
on my face.

The music
is wild
and somber.

I dance
and dance
and dance.

At some point
I stop thinking.

I just dance
and dance
and dance.

I hurl my frustration
into the
candles of change.

My thoughts are
a whirling
swirling cloud.

I draw strength
from these
fires of fury.

I dance
and I dance
and I dance.

I ground myself.

I give
the furious strength
back.

I go deeper.
I find
new strength within.

Not frustration.
Not fury.
But acceptance.

I smile.
I take my mask
off.

And I keep dancing.
Happy late Beltane everyone!
Harshit Nangia Mar 2020
I am now the ascetic lion.
I refrain from my old way.
I try to get better everyday.

It seems that I am the only one trying,
Compelling my heart and soul
To not follow my natural instinct,
My natural instinct to **** .

They see me silent,
They see me non violent.
They think I am weak .

They poke me for fun
They tease me with a gun
Some think they're strong
Little do they know , that they're wrong.

It's all so tempting ,
To show them who I am, what I can do
I tolerate the dance of the fool
Keeping my cool .
But everyone has their limit ,
And inevitably they cross it
At last I devour them .
This poem is about myself
I don't know if anyone will relate to it but it's the truth of my life which I am about to change
Echo Mar 2020
if i must die then that's alright
but you forgot how furies fight
and so you think i'll let you go
bow down to your scheming, no -

you're mistaken

you won't listen, that's just fine
the only crucial act is mine
and you can't stop me
your fear trying to rob me

i'll take you down with me

you saw the cute
and you have made
the last of your fatal mistakes
you looked down on my anger
thought it small as me

it's enough to burn you right the **** down
Nik Bland Feb 2020
There is a match
A rage in me
Held in rooms of kerosene
And time itself
Will decide
Who in flame
Will burn
james Feb 2020
i smothered the flame and i
let it strangulate, slowly
i stifled its breath as its
sparks licked at me
like a shrieking victim kicking
and kicking

but the fire was hushed, always;
i would strangle that
brilliant crimson gold
before it roared, before it even dared.

it didnt matter if i
burnt my hands
down to their britle bones;
the fragile self ive built is paper in the wake
of knee-**** fury
This has a very specific meaning, but id like to see what you guys think its about
SWebster Jan 2020
Burn it all.
I want to strike the match that turns this to ash,
I’m sick of living this
I want it destroyed
I want it burnt
I want to taste the bitter victory of cinders in the air.
I will stamp the embers out
So all that is left is grey, black and white.
SWebster Jan 2020
Such bitterness and such fury
Directed at you but really should be reflected
Time is the water to soothe
Reminding me that change is to come.
Nadia May 2019
In that moment she transforms
Unquenchable pressures rise
Rage flares into firestorms
Fury thrives, amplifies

She dances on recent slights
Flinging words of blistering flame
Fires fuelled from yesterday’s fights
She wields with unerring aim

When the fury burns to embers
When logic eventually returns
No one left remembers
The cause of her righteous burns

NCL May 2018
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