#rampage
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,
As our hearts are steady racing,
as our minds are steady pacing,
as a disease that is so deadly,
that we avoid to try facing,
even with wearing a mask,
protection is what we ask,
this virus can wipe out many,
the vaccines only help, if any,
they will only last for a while,
just as long as the trial,
then it starts all over again,
keep fighting and don't give in,
COVID-19 can bring you damage,
vaccinate, be cautious and manage.
B.R.
Date: 5/13/2026
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:52 PM UTC
This World is FULL OF CHAOS,
IT IS ABSOLUTELY INSANE,
I plead the BLOOD OF JESUS,
TO PLEASE PROTECT US, IN HIS NAME,
THINGS ARE JUST OUT OF ORDER,
IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE,
The DAYS are GETTING SHORTER,
A WORLD THAT'S FULL of SUSPENSE!!
LIFE is getting HARDER,
CHAOS IS EVERYWHERE,
A WORLD that's FULL of DISORDER,
PEOPLE DOING STUFF WITHOUT A CARE,
YOU REALLY JUST DON'T KNOW,
THERE IS NO WAY OF ESCAPING IT,
IT'S EVERYWHERE WE GO,
LIKE IN THE STREETS, ON THE NEWS,
GIVING US PO FOLKS NOTHING BUT THE BLUES,
SOCIAL MEDIA and the WORLD WIDE WEB,
The CHAOS IS REAL AND ON THIS WE DREAD!!!!
B.R.
Date: 4/18/2025
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
Foolishness flows in man's veins
With this there is nothing to gain
To a man's soul it leaves scars of pain
Every one is always to complain.
Its been always the same
Victory is what they always aim
I don't see the point if its all just for fame
Arguments are just completely lame.
I'm so tired of this
What's the point of all of this?
Who really needs this?
Is there any way to completely end this?
I had enough,
Their foolishness is just too tough.
There is nothing left to say
With their foolishness, I no longer want to stay.
Will arguing fix a problem? Obviously not...
Then why won't they stop?
Words that are senseless and too hot...
Apparently, this is all they got.
More words seems to show superiority
But the wise find this funny
Even I find it silly
It just shows their guilty.
Arguing is like a war
Exchange of words that are too far
The foolish is always the cause by far
Its nothing but a childish war.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
#**The audience went missing
The title ,totally stole the show**#
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
Whereabout of the heart, where might it be ?
When fury is a feeling which engages your senses, your mind and your soul in a raging outburst of negativity expressed in adrenaline,
Everything seems to be one sided, a loop which only fuels your anger with thoughts of unpleasant, disturbing annoyances, making it harder
Harder to resist, until alike a super nova, you explode in a viscious rampage with knows no escape, so, where is the heart ? Where is it?
A tantrum might be encouraged to grow in size if it's revenge you seek, desire, want to live for to make it expire, with violent passion,
Mercy or compassion, forgiveness and simpathy may be forgotten, within the depths of your burning soul, lit ablaze solely by hatred,
You may lose your mind, oh beauty of a living existence, becoming alike a lily of murderous intent, spiteful, yet elegant and wonderful,
A shivering star, ready to take its opponent down with itself while destroying what used to be so precious, unique and simply sweet,
Blemishing the unconscious without thinking of patience or the chance to calm this nuclear meltdown, unfolding in tragedy for us,
The pure light of your praying palms might help in this regard,
Because his remembrance is what makes furious hearts become calm.
~ Umi
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Darling,
you wear your sadness so well.
I wish it would rain every day so I could constantly witness
the way your cheeks glow with the tears falling from your eyes
or the thunder of your voice as you sob through the night.
I love the way your brain tosses
and turns
and rummages
inside your skull
picking at old threads and littered notes.
I just hate cleaning up after a rampaging storm.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
I was louder once.
A beast with a need to feast,
but now I tamp my rampages.
One too many times I leapt
Over and through the fire
Bounding and barreling
Obnoxiously snarling as I caught
my dreams between my jaws and ripped,
To find their warmth evaporating,
my **** growing cold and sticky
as it would dribble and dry,
sweet and cracked down my breast and forearms.
I learned to pace. To release. To settle.
Not to take too many shots, coax, tease, or purr.
Not to bite, howl, or grin.
Not to get too cozy when I stargaze, tell embarrassing drinking stories, or speak my impressing words.
Not to stand on tables,
Not to shout out of car windows,
Not to dance like the drunken Maynads.
And I am quieter for it.
More intact.
Less alive.
I miss that wild beast.
I feel her gnawing at the cracks in my skin
begging me to don the wolf coat.
And some nights,
When the moon is right
I do.
And if I'm not careful,
Fastidiously luring and caging her
with promises of "next time"
until I've re-sewn my skin
I'm afraid that she'll eclipse me,
Careening through the night
And never returning.
I along with her
Never to return.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
What difference does it make
die wth regrets or
pride
instead
I choose
the former
I poisoned the ground
painted the walls offun colors
and broke bottles in streetcars
checking your bank account .
you're so far away
From your own
Too risky you say
I'll smash my own body acadian
pavements
at one hundred percent increase
It doesn't matter
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC