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The Good Pussy Apr 2015
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Rhianecdote Jan 2015
For I compare God to my
Anger; just because you don't see
It doesn't mean it's not
There. So I'll sit
H**ere on this fence without care.
Greenie Apr 2019
Watch me diss a p
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     o eas
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     tr a nger
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*praise be to Bradbury
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
Anger is  my wild enemy,
     *
notorious to everybody
and no place in hierarchy
to rank the rivalry,
memorable from
head to foot. Twisting
',,,'
inside and out, externally seen by the others
yet doesn't heard internally by my organs
I can not control it easily.Just like my pen
*
collaborated with a
  ****! And fortunately produced
a two liner poem--a girl and a boy.
YES we are...Analyn is my
dream girl and I am
the father of her children
Although without a helping hands,,
we should and we must
fight our invisible foes
No more time for lust.
Now that Ana to me ,is so far away from me...
I would rather stay single and happy father
than to be with somebody new who couldn't love
**my son and daughter and be with her custody and be a homer.
#shapeofapparition101

in my forest there is always you and me,
where you are my downfall and i am your vine!
Lonely in a crowd without the
         **O
ne person the mind jumps to
         Violently, it isn't pleasant but
     thEn again lonliness never was

         Sun beams through a window
         Under a cloudy sky
         Barely warming but pleasing to
        iMagine how it might feel to
         Ignite from a cool flame, not
         To burn but to be on fire again

         Anger happens because we
         Can't not be human unfortunately
         Control happens too though.
         Every once in a while
         Prayer happens but we never
admiT it.
Sawr Nov 2010
Walk, keep walking.
Don't look up, keep walking.
Walk until the grass turns to dirt and the trees turn to shrubs.
Walk until the light dims, so barely alive, burning slowly.
Slower, walk slower
Look back, all you can see is nothing

The flame longs for warmth,
but my mind longs for release.

Please please understand this,
I don't want anything from anyone.
I just want to find that grin again.

You know you're going to keep walking.
It's that voice that won't go away,
and the voice that won't ever come back.
The smile that taunted you barely exists anymore.

Probably gonna keep walking.

Maybe you'll find some shadow friends out in the lonely desert,
they won't want anything from you. But that's what's missing.

You're only walking because you're afraid.
You're only walking because you're scared.
You're only walking because you have to.

But you don't need to.
Just give yourself some room to stop thinking.

Before I start walking, I'm gonna run and never look back.
It's only a matter of time.
Things are only growing stranger here.

I used to live in a white blanket of warm discovery.
And with our eagerness to inter-mingle our minds
infected with curiosity and room to smile,
We were so happy. We were at peace. We just wanted to smile.

Once again I return to the white land,
nothing is ever the same, of course...
But this is just ridiculous.

I miss the Gray.

THUMP BUMP THUMP PUMP
You're growing str(a)nger as you go farther
Maybe one day I'll meet myself again.
Kabelo Maverick Jan 2018
"Pray.Anger.Inside.Numbs."
mvrk©
R ighteous
A nger
G rowing
E xponentially

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