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Dacotah Ashes Feb 2022
Between us I hoped
there was a cavern of silence
begging to be touched
by the sound of sorry
falling from your lips

But instead there is a glass wall
devouring rage and hurt
hurled from my throat
While you stand still
A smile on your lips
Face to face against a predator
It isn't glory I fight for
I fight in animosity and defiance
Against the shackles wrought by a Creator

I have neither belief nor any Faith
in any Lord; I do not say Grace
I am my own King and my own God
And I run my own race

Life is War
Pick your battles wise
I pick the biggest beast
Because my rage befits its size

I will sit on my throne
and glare at life in the eye
But I will never bow in weakness
Though I might let out a sigh
Persephone Feb 2022
I was at the centre of her anger once.
It was violent and unforgiving.
It made me forget who’s mercy I should be asking for.
God’s.
Or her’s
Persephone Feb 2022
If you are ever unfortunate enough to witness her anger. My only advice is this: pray then to every god you know, for your own will not be enough to save you from her fury
lua Jan 2022
perspective shifts in all directions
a blur, out of focus from the earth
as spring blossoms in my throat

bloodied petals dried by the sun's rage
would it be my fault if i shielded my eyes?
away from his piercing glare
burning as he rises

ripping vines out of my mouth
tearing through my field of vision
until i close my eyes
and fade to black.
jesse packard Jan 2022
across borders is hell to pay
when you say to go away
the life I breathe
is hell to take
as you have the child
I came to raise
our love was fruitful
like your heart
we made our vows
together forever
to have and hold
we were told
you spoke of peace
you didn't believe
then you crush
this heart of mine
we used to smile
and say good night
now all we do is fight
about how we changed
where do you draw the line
when you have our son over state line
when will I see the son of mine
my wife is in canada and i have no clue when i will see my son again
Crucifix Oct 2021
The streets have begun to settle, the lights are getting dim. The clouds roll in like shadows, the songs have turned to sin.
Where were the heroes on high? Where were the stories they told? The sun has sank into the graves with the heroes of old.
Minnie Chuer Oct 2021
I want to be angry all the time
It would be a terrible way to live
Dousing myself in lighter fluid
and lighting a match called justice
I crave the satisfaction it will not bring
like picking off a scab
anger issues? in my me? its more likely than you think
Nigdaw Oct 2021
I've fired a gun
felt it's rage
heat on my face
uncompromising
unstoppable decision
could I project
such inexorable
hate on another human
see them destroyed
by my anger
projected into their soul
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