You are angry about the way something happened to go wrong;
For example like you get the hiccups when you are singing a song.

You are thrown in what feels like a world of hatred and despair.
You try to climb out but that just makes you even more angry like the dandruff in your hair.

You have so much anger that you finally explode with such force that snaps cable;
You slam your fist down and you just damaged your night table.

You are surprised that you have such strength in your arm;
But you realize that you did to little good then harm.

So release your anger in the way that is positive and that suits you best;
But for me personally I prefer to give it a rest.

I'm not really violent
Lately though people are pushing my buttons over and over
Stretching me past my breaking point
I barely keep my anger inside from coming out
One more push though and I think I'll blow up
One more push and snap
I'm so fed up
So don't push me please because I'm close to blowing

don't create distance between us,
like painting oceans between the skies & lands
unreachable,
like,
branches caging you from beneath your deepest
secrets.
and no amount of rain is enough to make the
drought in my eyes leave, like all the people
we said goodbye to
at train stations & graveyards
that soon became as empty & cold as
the bottles she'd drowned her sorrows into;
setting skins on fire & smoking death into the lungs
like snow-kissed bodies whispering love songs to ghosts
oh dear Bukowski, girls like her don’t learn to
walk through fires
they are fire-lungs & burnt skies,
haunted nursery rhymes bleeding out of souls
like volcanoes & violin screams.

Crushed peanut shells are
scattered all over the floor

Beer bottles smashed,
blood drips from the roof

A body hangs from the rafters
loyal patrons play
a ***** filled game of Russian roulette

**** stains plastered all over the bathroom floor
cockroach's and rats run rampant  
raging alcoholics throw fist and set fire to bar stools

Drunker stupors, and stain glass windows rule
people call it martial law but I call it a regular Monday night...

I want to love violently,
Ripping everything to shreds with the power it gives me.
I want to love gently,
Dragging my fingers slowly across your cheek where the sun kisses it good morning.
I want to love adventurously,
With our hair whipping in the wind on the way to a city far away, driving music blaring.
I want to love intentionally,
By grabbing your hand and ditching a party to kiss in the dark because you're the only one I want to be with.
I want to love with overflowing passion,
Running to catch the bus and then our breaths after coffee took too long.
I want to love without thinking,
Dialing your number automatically for the slightest of things.
I want all these things for my love, but most of all
I want to love you,
Forever.

You were the boy always drinking and high on drugs
and I was the girl always falling for bullies and thugs;
in our toxic relationship you smashed me into pieces time and time again,
yet still I chose your "love" regardless of the torture, abuse and the pain.

I will put you up
High
High up the sky
So when you fall
You will fall hard.