"awared" poems
When you think that you have remained at Peace,
Here comes the War Cause.
Due to his Impedious Actions and Words
Has caused an Impenetrable Rising -
An ******** unworthy to be erected,
Which ought to be torn apart piece-by-piece.
It is the TINGE - that Nerve which makes
You do just that.
It is he, that made you Scream like a Cat -
Angered by the Mouse
To which transfers the same Range at his
Own Spouse.
It is he, that makes Hypocrisy victorious
And free.
It is he, that projects Visions and Sights
You could hardly see.
Because you could not see it all
For it still rests within your Heart.
No-one loves the Heat of Hatred
Or the Sourey Taste of Anger.
Worse, his or her Voice
Expressing uncontrollable Temper.
(Or Things either with big or little Difference.)
Yet still, it is the Reason. And that Tinge
Proves it so.
And as a Result the Latter begins to Dream.....
Deteriorate and worst let you feel low;
Deeper than Beelzebub's main Majestic;
Deeper than the Marianas itself.
The Tinge of Heart - so Strong to Hinder
And so Weak to be Awared.
Responses, Sympathy are the only Cures
Of these Tinges. And now its Reputation
Has been Saved from the Infamous Hinges.
Now that Tinges can have a Good Side -
Does Temper have.....?
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
wings in my brain
make it easier to see
i'm left out in the cold
doesn't matter, it's all good
money is no problem
people are awared
drugs are already here
can't really get my head around
why I feel this way
why it sometimes gets easy
to later just fall, into pretend
"you're bipolar"
they said
"welcome to hell"
they said
and nodded
laughed
fell into their beds
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC