#angermanagement - Hello Poetry

it seems to me that breathing deeply and counting to ten just gives them another opportunity to irritate me even more

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Feb 12, 2024

Feb 12, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC

MeanderingWords

count to ten

it seems to me that breathing deeply and counting to ten just gives them another opportunity to irritate me even more

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my blood rushes in my head leaving destruction in it's wake making me feel insane with the need to numb the pain how did it get this way? why do l see red? who else is scared? what comes next? l have a rage that paints my eyes red makes me go mad until all l want is death

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Sep 1, 2020

Sep 1, 2020 at 8:11 AM UTC

thatbrandi_bish

der

my blood rushes in my head leaving destruction in it's wake making me feel insane with the need to numb the pain how did it get this way? why do l see red? who else is scared? what comes next? l have a rage that paints my eyes red makes me go mad until all l want is death

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It simmers inside like a *** set to boil, this roiling bubbling never ending restlessness. Like a rabbit in the forest, seeming content for a time, yet never letting down the guard. Always alert, always watching, always ready to run. Fight or flight a way of life, there is no life without this strife. Content to be and sit and relax, claw my eyes out like angry cats. Punching holes in walls with fists, and screaming into pillow fits. Drinking drowning all it out, for false release and sultry pout. Use them up and toss them out, not what you were talking about. You knew you needed something there, to make this life seem somewhat fair. Nothing going right at all, this anger eating feed it’s call. growing green monstrosity threatening lives all around me with negativity. Bringing darkness to the light the shadowed soul of fight or flight. The angry red and growing pain is searing every dried up vein. Till nothing left but this monster, blinded slave to all it’s incurred. Anger never served it's master, turns the tables shackles of disaster, and satisfaction never gained by feeding what it thirsts in vain this rain of destruction all around never makes a life abound. The monster growing stronger still will hunger more and never filled and feed it though you might and try it will never ends until you die. Unless you take a sword of light and fight it with nobility and tell it truth and peace and love and right it with humility. It can be beat, it can be killed, it does not have to win. Surrender anger to the Lord, and turn back from your sin.

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC

Wildwing

Monster

It simmers inside like a *** set to boil, this roiling bubbling never ending restlessness. Like a rabbit in the forest, seeming content for a time, yet never letting down the guard. Always alert, always watching, always ready to run. Fight or flight a way of life, there is no life without this strife. Content to be and sit and relax, claw my eyes out like angry cats. Punching holes in walls with fists, and screaming into pillow fits. Drinking drowning all it out, for false release and sultry pout. Use them up and toss them out, not what you were talking about. You knew you needed something there, to make this life seem somewhat fair. Nothing going right at all, this anger eating feed it’s call. growing green monstrosity threatening lives all around me with negativity. Bringing darkness to the light the shadowed soul of fight or flight. The angry red and growing pain is searing every dried up vein. Till nothing left but this monster, blinded slave to all it’s incurred. Anger never served it's master, turns the tables shackles of disaster, and satisfaction never gained by feeding what it thirsts in vain this rain of destruction all around never makes a life abound. The monster growing stronger still will hunger more and never filled and feed it though you might and try it will never ends until you die. Unless you take a sword of light and fight it with nobility and tell it truth and peace and love and right it with humility. It can be beat, it can be killed, it does not have to win. Surrender anger to the Lord, and turn back from your sin.

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The dripping echoes throughout the house I am a broken faucet that screams The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm Do not fix me Do not call a plumber I want to be heard

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Jul 20, 2018

Jul 20, 2018 at 8:23 AM UTC

Satsuchii

Sink

The dripping echoes throughout the house I am a broken faucet that screams The water thrashes against the metal sink like a thunderstorm Do not fix me Do not call a plumber I want to be heard

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