"angriest" poems
I own a good chin to lift
a look that threatens from a distance.
The shield I never thought I’d get in the mail is here,
name written on it and everything.
So I walk out, shield up,
and yet
I shiver if I only get a hint of
A scent,
reminding me of someone
who ****** me with no permission.
Sometimes, I forget the amount of my anger
But, if it bares meaning,
I understand it.
Not only mine, the anger of many women, who
woke up in someone’s bed, and
left there smelling of a body
they didn’t choose to smell of.
Don’t tell me I should’ve said “No.”
Because sometimes the mouth doesn’t listen to the body,
body doesn’t listen to the brain,
the brain is not aware that
six years later you’ll be sobbing with the realization that
you’re afraid of the man you trust most of all
because he produces testosterone.
Six years ago, it happened too fast.
I didn’t say “No.”
He didn’t give me time to do it.
As I was leaving, eyes clenched to my feet
I let him kiss me and say:
“I hope you don’t regret this night.”
That’s what makes me the angriest.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
You have taught me so many things
You taught me:
how easily a stranger can become an acquaintance that brightens your day, a co-worker that makes work a little more exciting
how abrupt that pang of disappointment can be when I didn't see your face
how maddening it is to keep your feelings to yourself
how rewarding it is to get those feelings off your chest, because you felt the same way
how crazy butterflies can be - when my stomach would turn in anticipation of seeing you
how childishly young I can feel, giddy with hopes of hanging out with you or getting a text
how both electrifying, and paralyzing, a first kiss can be
that love can grow seemingly overnight and that your whole life becomes consumed with thoughts of the other
that hearing "I love you" whispered from your dear one's arms is what would probably be described as Heaven
that I deserve to feel special, and beautiful, and wanted, and happy
that holding someone's hand or cuddling can instantly make you forget a bad day
how heart-wrenching leaving you miles away could be (even if we were only apart for two weeks)
what the first hug and kiss after getting off the plane should feel like
how nice it is to feel stable, comfortable, and make plans for the future
How quickly everything can change
that sometimes people won't include you, even if you're there for them and even if they love you
how drifting apart can make time stand still
how many tears a single person can cry
that wondering what the other one is doing can drive you into a form of depression
how realizing he's not ever going to be the perfect boyfriend again can hurt
that doubting everything you ever did isn't healthy, because it's not your fault
how not being a priority can make you the angriest you've ever felt
how distrustful I become of believing those words...I love you
that I still feel crazy about you
how it's possible to be upset and mad at someone and still want to fix all their problems and give them everything they want
how hard it is to let go
that sitting at home isn't going to help anything
that thinking about the golden days, when I knew you loved me so much that it was unbelievable even to me, isn't going to bring us back together
that you have a lot of growing up to do and things to work on
that my wonderful prince isn't always wonderful
that I also have growing up to do, and much more to learn
that a few months with you were some of the best of my life and I've never felt more special
how a real relationship should feel - and even though it wasn't perfect, I still feel like it was
And finally:
you won't be the one I have that relationship with, but you taught me what to look for when I'm ready
And for that I'll always be grateful
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
When people hear time travel, they think fun.
Reliving moments in life that were filled with laughter and joy.
Like pounding back jagerbombs at the warehouse,
or leaving home and enjoying life on a resort.
When people hear time travel, they think atonement.
To go back and stop yourself from doing a loved one wrong,
or not making that left turn and crashing your camaro.
When people hear time travel, they think restoration.
A second chance if you will.
Like going back to school and studying harder,
or not making that last bet at the casino and losing all your cash.
When I hear time travel, I think of your lips.
Soft as a cloud and sweet as honey.
Your kiss had me surrendering my soul to you.
When I hear time travel, I think of your hands.
The most angelic touch, that could calm the angriest bull.
How it felt as if your fingers were made perfectly to fit into mine.
When I hear time travel, I think of your eyes.
A gateway to never ending happiness.
When we locked eyes, time would stop around us, leaving you and I in our own world.
When I hear time travel, I think of pain.
How you saying a couple words hurt more than a thousand shattered bones.
How you leaving felt as if someone punched me in the gut and left with every last bit of my breath.
When I hear time travel, I think yes.
Yes i'd endure all that again.
That crushing feeling as if you're 10,000 feet under the ocean.
Yes, if it meant I got to hold you again like a scared kid holding a teddy.
Yes, if it meant I got to witness how beautiful you look sipping on wine.
Your red lipstick staining the glass, and then my neck.
When I hear time travel, I think of you.
But just like time travel, our love doesn't exist.
For now.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
I've never had luck with blondes.
Well,
I've had lots of luck
falling ever so
deeply
in love with them.
With their eyes
of bright hues in
blue, green, and greys.
Going head over heels
for their charming smiles
that make your eyes linger a little longer
that what's permitted.
Dying
to feel their
godlike
comforting
powerful
touch.
That was easy.
Horribly easy.
But what surprised me,
kicked the backs of my knees
and made me crumble to the pavement
were that those handsome
heavenly faced blondes,
have no soul.
And I am sure of it,
because every
single
******* time,
they leave me...
Alone in the dark,
confused,
disoriented,
with not a single word.
Which leaves my thoughts
to echo in the emptiness,
rummage around inside my skull,
looking in the hollow cabinets
searching for clues
and slowly growing
frustrated
and angry,
angrier,
angriest.
But not at the blonde boys.
At myself.
As of what I did wrong?
Why did they go?
How could I let this happen again?
And every time,
I can never find the reason.
Those blonde boys
just appear in the rays of the summertime
with their golden locks of hair
and leave with their icy dark souls
in the cold breeze of the fall.
And I know,
they will be back next year.
With the sun,
and happiness
and my stupidity.
Until then though
I'm stuck with the abusive markings and stabbing aches.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
E,
i don't know if this is a letter or a rant or just a bunch of mixed up thoughts that i've been keeping in my head for far too long - so i'm just going to ramble for a bit. i firstly want to say, i would have loved you so well, and for a while that fact haunted me to the point i lost sleep and the desire to eat. i'm better now. i'm better than i've been in a long time. and i don't blame you even a little bit for all the things i chose to do to by my own hands. but for a really long time, i was angry at you for leaving me. that's as simply as i can possibly put it. just, angry. so angry. you came out of nowhere - and swept me up into the most intense whirlwind of emotions i had ever experienced in my nineteen years of life - and then, just as swiftly as you entered in, you departed, leaving me with not much more than feeble lines like, "it's for the best" and "i'm so sorry". i was very angry, and even more so confused. i think the problem was that you thought i would fix you or complete you or give you a purpose or something - i don't know. maybe none of that's correct. like i said, i don't know. (there are lots of things i think, but few i know).
you nearly loved me (i say nearly because we never quite got that far). i seemed to be your answer; or some kind of beacon that maybe you thought could be a guide. but the moment my cracks started to show, i think it scared you. i don't think you had ever loved a sad girl. or maybe you loved a sad girl and she hurt you. (i don't know). all i know is that i tried to talk about the train, and you told me no. i wanted to tell you about the things in my head and what they wanted me to do, but as soon as i tried, i was met with, "don't be stupid." i understand that you didn't. as much as it hurt. i think what made me angriest was your initial reassurance that you were different and you were staying. i knew better than to put faith in promises formed by hands of human flesh, but i had a lot of hope. so like i said, i don't blame you. and i've grown a lot since that time. i'm learning more about myself every day, and it's easier now to keep my head above the waves. i do not resent you for your inability to stay.
i think that if i had tried to write this all those months ago when my wounds were still fresh, i wouldn't have been as composed as i like to think i'm being now. i'm actually sitting here, as i type, thinking how ridiculous i'll feel if this entire thing is off and i've misread it all. but anyway, this isn't necessarily something i need you to read. but should you choose to, or maybe someday stumble across it, i hope that you understand. and i hope life treats you well.
warmth,
- m.f.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
She is the sweetest
The loveliest
The warmest
The kindest
Person I'll ever know
Who never wavered
In the weirdest
In the craziest
In the wildest
Moods and rotten days
Who holds my hand
In the the darkest
In the scariest
In the toughest
Times I've ever faced.
She dives the deepest
She goes the furthest
She fights the fiercest
Holds out the longest
For her prince and princesses.
That's why she is
The angriest
And the maddest
And the saddest
When I keep settling
For less than best.
She cheers me on
With a smile that is the brightest
With a love so selfless
With support so endless
That never changes
In every rise and every fall
When everything is hopeless
Her faith is the biggest
Still so fearless
Points to the Greatest
Who is the Reason for it all
She cries the hardest
She hurts the deepest
She's the most imperfect
The most human person I know
Still I'm using all the superlatives
Because she deserves the best
She's my mom
And I love her so.
After all the years of service
Your mom deserves a rest
It's her turn to be the princess
And remind her that she's
The sweetest
The kindest
The loveliest
The warmest
The noblest
And that in all these years so tireless
Countless lives were touched and blessed.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
You became the light on this darkness that is me
Like the power the lighthouse has over the sea
You burst into my life so unexpectedly
Your smile chases away my angriest clouds
My anguish can no longer scream out loud
At the sight of you my demons just cowed
I get lost in your sea of blue
Sparkling my way in the brightest of hues
Your eye's fall on me like the sweetest dew
Your kisses are smoldering and cool on my lips
Our passion becomes an eclipse
As your gentle touch lingers there on my hips
What a beautifully experience you have become
To your magical way I've succumbed
I marvel at all you are helping me to overcome
You are the light to my darkness
The smile to my sadness
The strength to my weakness
With you my nights will never be starless
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I’m not one for writing about things that are useful
Things that can shape the world
Things that can help someone get on by.
I’m not one for writing about things that are relevant
Because whenever I write
You seem to have that presence.
That kind of presence that tends to etch itself on to the letters written
That kind of presence that tends to draw itself on to paper whenever given
And I hate it.
Hate it because your existence is all I’ll ever think about
Whether I’m busy attending to my own needs
Alone with too many words screaming in my head
Or anywhere in between
Hate it because you are the only one that seems to make it right
That seems to quell the angriest of storms
That seems to bring out the sun when the clouds hide it away
That seems to continuously extend even when I’ve given up reaching
Hate it because I never loved the idea of love
You’d think with all the love poems I’ve written
About how lovely it would be to wake up to your horizon
About how lovely it would be to walk upon sandy material with sea breeze all around
About how lovely it would be with our fingers intertwined
Because we both know yours fits right in between mine
About how lovely it would be with just you and me
That I would somehow love being in love
That my heart grows fonder with every moment spent
But I don’t
Its reckless
Its Foolish
For even the wisest of people grew without a heart.
Because they knew in order to live without pain
They would wish the bonds untwine
For they do not want a “yours” and “mine”
Yet somehow in the midst of being a cold-hearted *****
You found a way to stay and not ditch.
I’m too afraid to admit how deeply in love I am
Because I’m too afraid of losing something I had no idea I had
So please,
Let me let you know,
That I’m not one to write about things that can throw a life line
About things that can get you to say “You’re mine.”
About things that can be of relevance at this time
I’m more about writing about how much of a useless romantic I’ve come to find
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Something is burning in his heart
his wicked soul
An endless desire
hungry for power and fame..
to be the sole owner of the mother nature
There is fire in his evil eyes
Its his desire... his greed...
A land conqueror he will be
Try to disobey and
play your own rules
With the angriest fire
he will set this world on flame
with his fierce desire.
and you will succumb to his wants and needs..
surrender all your possessions...
to this lord of the forest, the jungle and the land...
He sets this land to blaze at last
hate, rage , jealousy, vengeance
The forest is set on fire
soon this forest and the entire land
will be his...
The devil on fire.
There is a fire in his eyes
Fire in his spirit… fire in his soul
It keeps burning … his hatred accumulates
burns with his deadliest desire
spreading like a forest fire
This fire is ever burning so hot..
The devil sets the world on fire...
The unbearable hell fire on earth...
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
What is music one may say?
Is it to hear the sounds of the broken hearted and the soft sounds of love?
To think of those who have written before what we have now?
Or to hear the soft sounds of those who wish to express their feelings towards others?
What does music mean?
Does it mean to be sad?
Does it mean to be angry at something or someone?
What does it mean to listen to music?
People say that music calms the savage beast but does it really?
But what can music do for you?
Can it make you laugh?
Can it make you burst out into a joyous song?
Or can music make you see what is real and what is wrong?
Think of those who dwell in the past and they only had the voice of music.
They close their eyes and think back to the time where they once heard the most beautiful sound.
A sound that everyone wants to hear again.
The sound of music that can calm even the angriest man.
So I say again. What is music?
Music is hope and wonder that fills the hearts of little children.
Hearing them laugh and play while they sing songs of joy.
Of hope, and of peace and of wonder.
The adults may have forgotten what music means to them.
But in the eyes of a child, music means the most to them.
Why? Because music makes you think of those who rose and who fell.
The child learns about them and the music they created and they think that same question?
What is music? And what does it mean to me.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
She taught me
about the way of things and
about the gifts that lay all
around us.
Her lessons were taught in
the old way,
through stories and songs.
I learned the most in the winter
months when the deserts clay
colored floor was draped
in thick high desert
snow.
She burned Hickory and Birch logs
in her old cast iron stove
and filled
the small cottage with the
scents of the earth.
I learned many things beside the
warmth of that old stove.
She would sit in her straight
backed wooden chair
and talk for hours while chain
smoking her thin,long,
brown wrapped menthol Mores.
Running her earth toned
hand up and down her mean
cats arching back.
I remember
the way she would pause and stare
at me before breaking out into a smile
full of tobacco stained crooked
teeth.
How she would laugh and call me
Big City while smoking
menthol's and drinking
sweet coffee.
I waited out mean winter storms and sat
through the angriest of monsoons
while listening and learning
within the thin drafty
walls of her tiny
cottage.
She showed me where God
lived.
And assured me that
my path would always
lead me back to here.
I learned how to
carve the soft roots of
the cotton tree.
She taught me
my first Peyote stitch.
But most of all she taught
me the history of who I was,
who we were.
Her lessons have proved more
useful than any
of the lies I was made
to remember in public school.
The teachings by
firelight,wrapped in a
home spun blanket while
drinking scorching
hot chocolate made with mint
leaves and love.
Her voice I still hear
as clear as the
sirens that pass
outside my window.
The voice that
lives inside my head
is her voice
still teaching me in the
old way.
The only real
way there
is to know.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
im angry.
angry at society
for making people afraid to be who they are,
for making people feel inferior and unimportant.
angry at the human race
for having greed swimming through their ice cold veins,
for having no regard for nature
for only thinking of themselves.
angry at my parents
for not warning me about the dangers of this dark world.
the dark alleys
the walls caving in.
but im angriest at myself
for not paying attention when they told me.
for letting things make me angry
things cant make us angry unless we lwt them.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
Here she is
again, totally feeling she is under some kind of hypnosis
or orthosis
or haplosis
or maybe moral epilepsis.
Hands on chest
like she should not be at her angriest.
Keeping her still under his mouth arrest
like she should not feel at her awfullest.
Her brain started a coup
then her defenses echoed a coo.
Shampoo all over that bamboo
Lust has a wicked heel curve
desire's stepping on her last nerve
satisfaction killing all her reserve
he got what he did not deserve.
Next day,
it was all over the internet.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
I SAY THIS OVER AND OVER.
WHEN I'M ANXIOUS,
WHEN I'M SAD,
WHEN I'M RESTLESS,
WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR, CONSTANTLY.
ERROR, UNTITLED.
ERROR, NINE REASONS.
ERROR, REASON FORTY FIVE.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
EVERYTHING WAS LOST AND GAINED AGAIN.
EVERYTHING WAS NOTHING AND WHEN IT BECAME
SOMETHING, MY BONES STARTED TO CRACK AND BREAK.
THEY WERE BRITTLE.
ERROR: BRITTLE BONES.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
THE MEDICINE THE DOCTOR GAVE YOU
WASN'T ENOUGH AND NOW
YOU'RE STILL IN YOUR LIVING HELL
BUT CONTEMPLATING OPENING
YOUR WRISTS AND LETTING IT ALL GO.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
THE LONELY FEELING STILL HASN'T SUNK
AND THE THINGS ABOUT
"GETTING BETTER" WHERE ONLY TO REASSURE
THE BROKEN MIND THAT
REALLY, THERE IS NO GETTING BETTER, YOU MUST,
ONE, PERSUADE YOUR
MIND THAT POSITIVITY IS REALLY AN EXCELLENT THING
THAT EVEN THE
ANGRIEST AND MOST SADDEST PERSON
CAN ACHIEVE.
BREATHE.
THINK OF NO ERRORS.
ERRORS ARE WHEN YOUR BREATHING IS DISABLED,
WHEN YOUR SMILE IS FROZEN,
WHEN YOUR BODY WON'T MOVE.
YOU ARE STRONG.
YOU ARE NOT AN ERROR.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
i knew i had to leave him
not because i didnt care, because God knows I did.
but because he didnt inspire me
no words of love came to me when i looked at him
i did not think it was adorable how his nose was crooked
i did not think the way his hair flopped over was imperfectly perfect
i did not think that even in his saddest, angriest, or generally unhappy states that he was still somehow wonderful in a jaw-dropping, ‘god youre still so perfect even like this’ way.
i write poetry, thats what i do
and all i could write about him was how supportive and comforting he was.
it became one sided
being near him was draining;being with him was a chore.
i was becoming the type of person
that he would be writing the sad words about
i was giving him the distance
he could feel in his heart
even when we were together.
and i couldnt continue on like that
i couldnt let myself become a monster to him
one of the monsters even i write about at night.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
**** dribbled down
the shaking leg
of the angriest dog
in the neighborhood.
He stood
whimpering and
shivering within his
own fear driven
*****
She paid him
no mind as
her presence
brought
a chill to the
otherwise warm
Southern California
night time breeze.
Her shadow engulfed
the cockroaches,and the
mice as they scrambled
and attempted to
flee.
She left them belly up
on the concrete
as her darkness
move on.
The teen aged
lost boys and girls,
****** harder on their
spit glued
joints and
their generic brand
cigarettes
as they silently
watched her stalk
from
across the street.
They would all
be dead
within days from the
infections
her presence brought
forth.
A Flock of
screaming birds
exploded from a tree
as she moved her
darkness beneath
their night time
roost.
The moon sighed
as the fleeing,
panicking birds
began to fall
from the sky
like stones
and land all
around her
as she floated
forth.
The clouds up ahead
retreated into themselves,
and the Milky way
grew tighter
as a new born star
forced its shine away
and took refuge
within the dark
empty matter
of the heavens .
All of the Earth
and the
living Gods in orbit,
all moved a
bit more carefully
as news of her arrival
began to spread.
Spread like murderous
wild fire across a dry
and parched
landscape.
The city blocks
did not stand a chance.
Their concrete
cried beneath her
bare blank lined
feet.
Tiny clouds of
dust and
fear trailed her
like broken bodies
across a losing
battlefield.
The skinny lady
with the line-less palms
and the timeless existence
made her way
toward the sea.
All at once the
Pacific receded into
an unexpected
low tide
as she began to
cross the empty
sandy beach.
She bowed her head
and watched as the
grunions flopped
and died before
her.
Down the beach
two smiling dolphins
beached themselves
as the waves
brought forth
a drowned
sea lion who had
suddenly
forgot how
to swim.
Sadness she
knew nothing
of ,alone was
the only way
she had ever known.
Her duty on earth
and
in the heavens
took precedence over
all.
She knew only
one thing about
the living,
they all lived
in order to
die.
Her duty was
to gather the living
who were ready
to enter her world
of the dead.
A world more
filled with the
empty then any of
the living had ever been
told.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
Gamble -a risky action undertaken with the hope of success.
Derived from the 18th century English word gamel, meaning to pay games.
Remember the players we left behind…
The strangers who you held one night friendships with on evenings where the sun refused to shine.
Remember the fairy lights. Remember the benches outside of Bodega and the smuggled bottles of wine. People seem so much more friendly when they drink.
But hey, if it takes a glass of poison to make us all less toxic then we can pass out happy…
We’ll creep out of sobrieties bed knowing it’ll be the angriest alarm we wake to as the sun tries to steal 5 of our 40 winks the next morning.
But you know.. Gotta risk it for a chocolate biscuit.
I’ll trade in sleep at the chance I’ll be dealt a more interesting night. Break ice with strangers at hope we both share a bit of over lives.
Trying to to create a story worth telling is a gamble.
And I feel sorry for people who fall asleep at half 11. Seems like such a wasted day.
Like if life composed of options and outcomes there must be a better way. I slay the idea that each night we have 8 hours of sleep debt to pay. Because in those wee hours of the morning, those are when demons make music videos, those are when normally vacant balconies play host to the half drunk couples finding comfort in each others bodies. That’s when the parties get quiet. When the humans have intoxicated themselves into lullabys and start softly singing their lives into the ears of a friend willing to listen and I will bet you have something I wanna hear, and I bet I'll have soemthing to give back, and while you and I are here we'll keep betting. Each syllable is a chip on the table. Each sentace is an opportunity to double down. The bar will not close, the roullette will keep spinning and we'll grow a little ritcher with every new story we share.
I make bets with time and breath.
And if you spend time with me then you will to. You the few who have paid you admission fee into my conciousness. You who throw dice with me on the empty streets where street lamps themselves begin to sleep. You who I will one day come to love.
It's risky. Risky like petting stray dogs. Risky like telling your loved ones that you've been seeing demons in the mirror. Risky like getting one knee and offering your life to someone. It is risky.... but that's fine.
I will teach you how to gamble.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
I want to write a love story
And, but
So help me out of this so angry tale of a want to be
For there is no such thing
And ouch it!
Now that so truly hurt me.
And why did you just slap me?
And the angriest buzzing of all bees ever
Now come down and assault me for even trying to think that I could ever be loved.
jo.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Let Me ...
Tell You Something ... !!!
My Nerves Are Near ....
.... COMBUSTION .... !!!!!
Cos These Days .... People ....
Seem To Think ....
It's Cool To ... PUSH My Buttons ... ?!?
Why Try To ...
Cross ... My Junction ... ???
Don't You ...
Like To ... " Function " ... !?!
Don't You Want ...
To ... Have A Life ... ?
WITHOUT The thought of ...
... PAIN and STRIFE ...!?!
I'm ... NOT TOUGH ... !!!
But ... " Call My Bluff " ... !!!
See What You Get ... ???
You Might Get ... " Cuffed " ... !!!
I ... DON'T LIKE ... !!!
This ... " Weapons Stuff " ... !!!
If You're Gonna Fight ...
Then ... Do It RIGHT ... !!!
Do It From ...
Behind The Mic ... !!!
Show Your Talent ...
Use ... INSIGHT ... !!!
Leave ... "The Sheep" ...
To ... Their Own Plight ...
They ... " Fight Themselves " ...
They ... " Live for Wealth " ...
They ... Don't Believe ...
In ... " Mental Health " ... ?!?
That's Why They Use ...
" Slavemasters' Belts " ...
PUSHING .....
Til' Your ... CRY For HELP Is ...
"LEAVE ME BE and GO TO HELL !"
English People ...
Do It ... WELL ...
"We'll push them into, prison cells !"
Then You Hear ....
"Your honour, he fell ... "
These Are ... The LIES ...
"They" ... Make Them Sell ...
Who Are ... " THEY " ... ???
What ...
CAN'T YOU TELL ... !?!
" THEY " ... Who Have ...
That .... FUNNY SMELL .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those Who Keep ...
The Rebels ... "quelled" ...
Those Who SHOW ...
But ... NEVER TELL ... !!!
Those Who DON'T ...
Get ... Collars Felt ...
I'm Writing This ...
Cos' I've Had A Bad Day ... !!!
But ... EVERYDAY ...
Seems To Bring DISMAY ...
From ... Bombs In Town ...
To ... FRAUD RIDDEN Aid ...
That's Why I Wrote A Poem ...
Called .... " Two-Faced " ....
These ... Two-Faced Fools ...
Really Think They're ... " COOL " ... !?!
That's Why They ... " Think " ...
They Can .... PUSH YOU ....
But When Somebody ...
... PUSHES BACK ...
They QUICKLY ... "hide" ...
and Then .... " Backtrack " ....
"I don't remember, saying that !"
"Well Remember THIS !
You piece of ..... !"
"CALM DOWN NOW !
YOU'VE BUST MY LIP !"
That's ... NO QUIP ... !!!
and It's ... NO JOKE ... !!!
Those Who ... PUSH ...
May Just Get ... CHOKE ... !?!
For Leaning On ...
A Bloke Whose BROKE ... !!!
With ... NOTHING to lose ...
Except .... " His Coat " ....
These Are Words ...
On Which To ... SOAK ... !!!
Cos' Words Like These ...
Just May ... " Denote " ...
A Way To Keep ...
Your Life .... " Afloat " ....
We've All Got To Cope ...
With ... IGNORANT Folk ... !!!
"DON'T PUSH ME MAN !
WHY ROCK THE BOAT ?"
I Am A Nice Guy ...
I'm ... NICE As PIE ... !!!
Until You PUSH ME ...
Then .... " Sparks Fly " .... !!!!!
I Suppose You Think ...
I'M ANGRY .... Right .... ?
So What If I Am ... ?!?
Here's A ... TELEGRAM ... !!!
Virgil's NOT The ... ANGRIEST Man ... !!!
Try This Name ... Let's Be PRECISE ... !!!
Marshall Mathers The 3rd ...
Eminem ... That's Right ... !!!!!!!!
Hip Hop's ...
Number One ... " White Guy " ... !!!
He's Cussed Off Gays ...
He's Cussed ... His Mum .....
He's Cussed ... George Bush ...
That Boy Ain't Dumb ... !!!!!
He Seems To Cuss ...
Pretty Much ... For Fun ... !!!
But Still ... He's Loved ... ?
Like I ... LOVED My Mum ... !!!!!
So ...
How Am I ... ?
The ... " ANGRY One " ... ?!?
Because You ... PUSH ME ...
Like I'm .... " Dumb " ....
People ... These Days ...
Just Make Me ... " Numb " ...
This Is Why ...
I've NOT ... " Succumbed " ...
To Those Who ... Want To ...
Keep Me ... "shushed" ...
FOOLS Who Think ...
That They Can ...
.... " Push " ....
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
I
just
might
be
the
angriest
person
you
know
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
It never rains in Georgia
Though my cloudy head is gray
And even in November suns
It thunders in the fray
Of my peachy state of mind
And the beaches I convey
Behind hurricane frustrations
As my calm trees start to sway
In the coastal winds of longing
For my tempests kept at bay
Such deluges would be cleansing
A most vehement display
Of my angriest storm surges
That could blow this world away
But it never rains in Georgia
And I'm keeping it that way
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
My perfect small friend, you were so young.
I'll never forget all the songs that we sung.
It's true you were always in the mood for a fight,
But now that you're gone I can't hold you at night.
Did you know that you stuck out your tongue when you slept?
Did you know that no one was safe were you crept?
Or that when you were mad, your jaw would drop down?
That you were the angriest darling around?
When you were too lazy and tired to care,
You'd finally allow me to play with your hair.
And you'd stretch on the bed, and glare at me,
With those young, tired eyes, as green as the sea.
I can't count the tears I've cried all this week,
At the thought of your fingers dug into my cheek.
And here's what I wonder if you'd approve of, my friend:
I will not fall in love, not ever again.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I am not mad
NO
I am not sad
NO
I am not dead
?
Am I DEAD?
Coz I was sad
And mad!
I can breath...RIGHT!
But...
Why there's cotton wool stuffed in my nose?
Why do I smell medicine, feeling of grouse?
Why do I have two bodies?
Why can't anyone notice?
WHY CAN'T??
I am really dead
Coz I was sad
And mad
On you, provoking my angriest nature
Making me into a beast, a nocturnal creature
Finally, I am gone...gone forever from your sight
But I will wait, wait till the darkness consumes light
That's when I will see you again
Getting mad
Then sad
Then...............like how I am in vain
You will be beside me,
leaving behind your body consumed in pain...
©sim
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:35 AM UTC