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the dirt
continues to grow and fester
beneath my fingernails.

but i don't stop groveling
down to my knees,
i don't stop to breathe;
to rest.

you, who bears god's love;
whose love i could not know.

you and your sin-stained palms
continue to enshrine
dilapidated ghost towns.

i undo the stitches on my wounds
and pick at the grisly scabs
under your scrutiny,

yet you chastise me
for the pool of blood
bespeckled on your feet.

the darkness
already dropped,
the night hides me once more.

the living sorrow,
simmered, bitter, and fresh;
everything remains.
nothing can be seen from the rafters.
Kenneth Gray Jun 2
Writhing, wroth and seething anger.
From this fool arose the urge to strangle.
Fiery hatred burns forth like the breath of a dragon.
An all consuming wrath that overflows the flagon.
From this worthless, living man lies the issue.
As I choke the very life from his dying brain tissue.
From this mental fantasy I finally awake.
Taking a life - Ah! what a piece of cake!
I was on Facebook and saw a post where someone was challenging people to write a poem using the words dragon, strangle, cake and brain tissue. So I thought for a while and wrote a little bit. Then this is what I finally ended up with.
CIN Apr 1
Let me walk along the roads like a wanderer
Iโ€™ll glance at the beggars
Side eye the kids walking home
Someone asks if i'm selling
I say not today
The nights are cold
Grass and dirt stain my old clothes
Traffic sounds
Anger and wrath
Where am I going?
Where will I go from here?
I don't know
for some reason lately all i want to do is hurt myself.
Steve Page Jul 2021
A cup of promise
A cup of wrath
One cup he offers
One cup he took
Luke 22.20 vs Mark 14.36
Yoh Esters Jun 2021
๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž๐Ÿฆ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“, ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’น๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐Ÿ‘„. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’น๐“Š๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐†๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ฒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿท. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ƒ'๐“‰ ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“Œ ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“Ž ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐Ÿ’ฐ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’น๐“Š๐“‰๐’พ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“ˆ๐“๐‘’๐‘’๐“… ๐’ถ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐Ÿฆฅ. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐’ป๐“Š๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐‘’๐“‡๐“Š๐“…๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐–๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐กโšก. ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’'๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’น๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“…๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐„๐ง๐ฏ๐ฒ๐Ÿ ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ' ๐’ท๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ.

๐“•๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐”‚ ๐“Ÿ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ญ๐“ฎ ๐“ฒ๐“ผ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ฝ ๐“ธ๐“ฏ ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต ๐“ข๐“ฒ๐“ท.
Kristina Oct 2020
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My wrath is massive.
To not hurt anyone
I keep it locked away.

Now the only one who's hurt by it
is me.
Helios Lunar Sep 2020
I give my daily offering to the mighty Gods,
I thank Hades and Demeter for their gifts of allowing crops and vegetation,
I thank Zeus for protecting and leading all of us,

But as i proceed to thank the rest of the Mighty Gods i see him, so gracefully walking and carrying stones, i loose myself gazing at him not realising the thunderous storm building up,

Not knowing the Gods have noticed my defiance,
Loosing myself within his lively aura and graceful soul,
Unwillingly I decide to give him the most precious thing i have to offer,
My heart; is now forever his and only his,

The Gods seeing that now my undying loyalty lies only to him,
They see this as treacherous and label me as a heretic,
In doing so they decide to give me a more inferior punishment than Death itself,
Zeus building up his eternal power,
Gives a uplifting yet dim thunderbolt strike,
I see that it is directed toward him,
Panicking yet paralysed i watch,
My one true love fall still,
His lifeless heavenly green eyes gazing at me,

And then i realised my heart is now forever lost in the underworld with my one true love.
FairlyCultured Jul 2020
They say
Paris is the city of love
Apocalypse is the wrath of God
I say play your cards right
And get saved from both.
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