Hey, Mr. Rager! Mr. Rager!
Tell me where you're going!
Tell us where you're headed!

This is an ode to all the lungs you've burnt, all the times you knew how hurt I was and am and how my heart bruises the inside of my chest, beating the **** out of me, trying to burst from my body, frantic, afraid. Oh- credit card fingers, syringe tongue, bloodiest of Sunday's, show me how to roll it, show me how to make origami of my bones.

I'm off on a adventure.*

To the fickle space between the folds of your brain, to the indecision, to the gentle curve of your shoulders that I trace with my palm, to the gaps in your happiness.

Mr. Rager!
Tell me some of your stories
Tell us of your travels
Hey, Mr. Rager! Mr. Rager!
Tell me where you're going!
Tell us where you're headed!

To the untouched spots on your cheeks, to all the noises that frighten you, to all the things that go bump in the night, to starving, to all the stucco paint, to acid flashbacks, to paranoia, to my knuckles, ****** from beating myself up.

I'm on my way to Heaven.

To the rolling back of your eyes, to ******* nosebleeds, to drunk driving, to the ***** all across your chest, to your mother's mother, to the way your eyes soften when you look at me.

Mr. Rager!
Can we tag along? Can we take a journey?

You're asleep in my arms, my hand in your hair. The world is turning a little slower.  

*When will the fantasy end? When will the heaven begin?

i hate road rage in canberra because



i hate road rage in canberra because

mostly the road rager is at fault

i hate road rage in canberra because

because my mum was just turning and some dim wit sticks his finger up, how rude

i hate road rage in canberra because

it ****** me off immensely

road rage road rage i hate road rage

cause the road rage person doesn’t know what they are talking about

it’s not just road rage, ya see ya see, it’s everywhere

you say something or do something

and someone sticks their finger up at you

like a good little **** would actually do

road ragw road rage road rage sux

the only rage i like is partying late at night

you see i am a middle aged rager

i rage all day long but when it comes to road rage, na, not for me

i party better than any of these road rage people

the road ragers are just a pack of old stick in the muds

they think they are cool, sticking their fingers up

but in hindsight, they no nothing

you see i hear the loud hey, but that is from people who like road rage

which i ain’t, what is wrong with hating road rage

that is why i don’t drive, i am a kid and the road ragers are old fogie men or women

i have road rage in canberra because, nobody wins, it’s all just a waste of time

i am glad i don’t drive, i am a cool kid mate

My edges are frayed
I am tattered and torn
My life is in ruins
I must be reborn

For I have hurt those I love
and hurt myself worse
Say goodnight to the old me
For he rides in a hearse

I've done you wrong
yet I offer no apology
Only this plea, that you shall
remain forever, always with me

I will rebuild myself,
with the help from you
You are my creator
to create the new

The new me
the new us
The new you
and I

Sweetheart please try
to hear my whispers
of love
from my heart

I'm glad
were together
For my
brand new start

Så sidder vi her igen
Oppe men stadig nede
Det grå slør dækker dit ansigt
Hver onsdag
Jeg kigger op og møder dit blik
Men når verden udenfor altid rager til sig, så sidder vi her
Torsdag
Romantisk
Skulle man tro
Vi åbner øjnene op og lever videre fra igår
Ak man kunne ønske andet
Rugbrødsmadder er rådighedens beløb lige nu
Rødvinssjatterne fra weekendens strabadser afmærker sig på dugen
Fredag og fri
Her finder den nådesløse halvtomme kærlighed sig tid
Til dig
Til mig
Fristelser skal jo stilles og med sprit og vin i blodet, går det let
Vi lever og dog ikke
Vi er levende døde
Men vi er to
Os to
Mandag
Glansbilledet gemmes ikke væk, for det har aldrig været fremme
Ord over mad er ikke noget vi gør i
Men i tavshed er vi verdens mestre
Tirsdag sker det
Ikke
Byens larm en tidlig morgen
Togets forsinkelser minder mig om livets selvfølger, som jeg går og venter på
Nøglen drejes i
Onsdag

this party will be a total rager.
a party full of mistakes with the highest of stakes.
everyone will be buzzed
and the few that decided
to remain in their natural
element are the sane.
the mess will be created by the insane.
so let's party hard.

-/e.d/

Shades over my eyes
make the creepers look back at themselves
feelings from inside
really want to take the blade off the shelf

Lost in the mood
envisioning ruby gems from my arm
fresh and new
I know I could do so much harm

I am a maniac
poor black spray paint on my windows
if I’ll stop
this blade’s power, no one knows

Raging now
on my way to heaven or hell?
When will the fantasy end?
It’s all just as well

Today I am here to rage
And to scream and scratch and to pull your hair from your roots
I’m
Here to burry my finger nails deep beneath your skin and rip it out until I’m exposed to running blood and ***** bones
Baby I’m hurting my heart hurts my soul hurts my cuticles hurt so does my every ******* blood cell
My tears hurt
And I miss you oh so terribly
I miss being held and shhhh’d I miss being understood and caressed I miss being loved the way you did
And I miss you having a burning desire to please my every need
I’m sore today and I’m even lonelier I’m lonely and alone and lone
And I want to cry I want to pain and o want to feel
Just for a little until it’s too much
And then I want to run

Across Hyrule he shall roam,
After Navi finds him and gives him his cue,
He shall visit Ranches, Castles, Villages, even a Tomb,
While wandering new garb he'll find - Wearin Green, Red, and even Blue.

This man - too old, too pure - rages at almost every turn,
Throwing controllers and yelling loud,
Cursing as he watches his stream crash and burn,
Not caring yet always aware if he's doing so in front of a crowd.

A streamer true,
A rager pure,
Old Man Skip is a runner for you,
Plays it once, plays it twice, but he'll play it for sure.

His highs and lows are far yet few,
Good days, bad days every day in-between,
He still greets everyone with smile weather old or new,
Stick around a while tell what you've seen.

Wave a hello, say a good-bye,
But always know:
Heroes are forever remembered - but Legends?
Legends Never Die

After hooking up and having ***
on the floor at a rager with a stranger.
After having to be reminded of your name,
again.
After avoiding each other,
taking different paths
just so we don't have to see each other.
After looking down when
we accidentally take the same path.
After embarrassment  
wondering what he told his friends,
because I know what I told mine
a lot with many details.  

After all that,
we woke up today and realized:
we were in love.

Hellopoetry has the greatest poets of this time.
I am so bless to know them and to share too.
On the site that has the very best of them all.
There are so many to name on here  right now.
Brandon Nagely, TheRaven,CJLove,White Wolf.
Vicki,Bijan Rabiee, Darrell Landstrom, Patty m.
Openworldview,forgotten, samanthax,Arianna, Fawn.
Dennis Willis,Evangeline Ruth Hope,Muzaffer.
Naceur Ben Mesbah, Faizel Farzee, Dan Hess.
Crazy Diamond Kristy, Katja Pullinen, Deb Jones.
M-E, Long Rager,Amulya,Pradip Chattopadhyay.
Madison,Joanna,Sally Bayan, Wendy ,Izzn,Fredrick N.
There are many more praying Blessings upon your works.

would you be surprised to know i still dream
of *** treasure troves and storms at sea?
when it's black out and the earth is humid,
waves rush in and strike me down like cupid.
i remember jupiter and selling stars on the boulevard.
whoever you are; my lover, my ****,
call me your good girl and kiss my tears away.

pegasus dancin' as savages ravage my rose garden
and tell me i got everything i wanted.
raspberries litter the ground of my home;
asphyxiating on the smog of a roach.
tell me you love me 'fore my heart can roam;
tail-lights like rubies dash past my eyes.
the sun dies in neon, but what about me?

so bathe me in red, white, and blue.
why can't i forget to dream of you?
killing me softly with your bare hands;
never felt as loved by any other man.
you're so much larger than life,
murderous rage disguised as love while i smiled wide.
i laugh while i cry so i don't feel so low,
but tiger stripe bruises will never fade.

well, everyone loved me until i went rogue.
now they're spray-painting outside my home.
blood drips down slow, molasses and sweet;
the village i roamed now cowers under my feet.
please, mr. rager, won't you spin me a story;
tell me again about your days of glory.
sing me something pretty as i drink 'til i ache.

Speaking with harmony in the voice
As if the voice was a master of song

Anguished I stand, but the voice lifts this man
Reminiscing of the past, the voice clears the 'crast

Waking up to burnt paper
Conquering, bonkers, being in the eyes of the rager

Out the cage sir
Cannot keep this beast from his feast

Elite type of dance as I march in with my mighty feet
Crazy *****'***** cannot duck em so he gonna **** em

And the battle begins, Holy Wars within, the man is the vessel of eternal stories voices from the light but I can still hear the dark speak within the night, the flesh sees what it likes, the light take me make me mighty.

I will not fall, stall, nor crawl.
I shall run
Run the game
Run the world
Run till I live with the Holy Son
Let it begin
Voice in the Light within.

Sweet kisses
From beyond
What my eyes can see
I hear her voice
In my spare
Time & space
And when I
Look up at the sky
I can’t help
But see her face,
People asking
Where’s my minds at
But all I can tell them
Is where my minds been
I’m trying
Not to float off
In the wind
Building up
A empire
From nothing but
Love & **** stems,
And I don’t even smoke
Like once did
My sanity is too questionable..
And if I’m not
What’s best for you
Then I don’t want
What’s left of you
Cause life
Won’t be the same
I’ll spend days
On end
Trying not to wreck
My brain
But at least
You can’t drive me insane
Because
I’m already off the deep end
Missing the days
When I was
Just a kid
High
Off an assortment of drugs
Living life
For more than
Just kisses & hugs
And if I put it
In her mouth she’d
Swallow me like I was her drugs,
Before the love
I knew nothing
But darkness
So much
Conflict
Within myself
And I used drugs
As a temporary fix
But I could never escape my mind..
Constantly
Floating through time
Tears in my moms eyes
Cause she realized
That I’d
Lost my mind,
I wish I could tell you
Where I lost it
But when
Your in such a deep dark pit
That you start
To see shadow men
You give up
The search of
Trying to find it..
And what’s crazy is
That I’m back again
The young Rager
In the flesh
Looking for a substance
To drown in
Cause life weighs you down
When your destined
For the crown
But your so far down
That you
Have to look up
Just to see the ground,
Your the saddest
You’ve ever been
And nothing
Can save you
This time kid..
So wear your Vans
And grow your hair
Find strength
In your sadness
Or you’ll
Never go anywhere

It’s Election RAGE AGAIN
Yet here I AM
Cozied into a very appreciated bed
With widely opened window and
Blue October skies
YES
Bluest October skies waft thru
To kiss my right nostril-n-cheek

Unchanged GREENEST leaves
Cling tightly to a transient's home
Patterned harbingers of Spring & Easter
Last VISAGES to Summer
Looming doom remains willfully un-ACKNOWLEDGEd
Looking SO brave & permanently stable
We've wistfully learned this isn’t the case
Via Charlotte’s entwined web, she’s coached us quite well

That garbage truck’s beeping
I hear you
A block or 2 away
Tuesday’s circadian cadence
No amount of voter’s RAGE will stop YOU this time.

Lastly is a beautiful MAN
My SENSITIVE
           Wholly LOYAL
                      GOOD HEART
Rummaging downstairs
Self CRAFTING a HOME roasted morning bean’s brew

This is the stuff of LIFE to love and LOVE well

Thank You
My GOOD guy
For ALL that YOU DO
Without Pomp
             Or Circumstance
                  Or MAJOR cultural praise
Such quietly EXHIBIT-ed LOVE
Is NEWsworthy for sure

So go ahead campaign RAGEr!
Rage on…RAGE ON
CNN thanks you MIGHTily.

There are 7.6 billion people
In this world.
Behind every set of eyes
A different universe.
I’m in love with yours
But not you
Anymore.
You made mine
*****.
The strings
Of lights
On the trees
Make me sad.
We put them up
In December
And they make us feel
like basement
Temperature
Flat beer juice,
And then January comes
Like law enforcement
To the rager you held
While your parents
Were in Doore County.
And everyone leaves the party.
And we all take the lights down.
This is
1 of 7.6 billion.

Jesus Is For Everyone

Point your finger at their wall that to smiter ther know it all
Perish between their lips that heal..throughout it's spinning wheel
o.k...for comfort to implode minus rager out in the cage fore suree,
sugar is sweet so sweet like a honey. I'm their man that breings home the money;
a bridge that grasps their helmet for fun now wer are under
my face is full certain throughout the curetain lifted,
chase from you're dreams on hunted field
Laci Peterson.....

a cold clap in the dark blowing up ther spark
midas run toward feeling under their gun;
feeling of potion spread about their lotion
Jesus is for everyone come enjoy the comfort and fun..,
he hold out his hands

planted riches is his ultimate plan;
be careful all the leaks of misery
you may see him out in Jersey city
love has recaptured a beating heart of silver and sustaining gold...
look to the son,
see the visible smile

happy birthday to the best friend who left me in the dust. who left me to fend for myself and my frail bones. i guess i am wishing you a happy birthday from an app whilst your new friends are probably throwing you a rager, but i am not mad. i am never mad at you.

some of the best memories and moments that came from you; they sure aren’t the same:
you told me about stranger things, that was the first i heard from it. now the fourth season has come out and i haven’t heard a peep. and don’t even think i forgot about how you told me the entire plot and how scared you were in your little bedroom in your old and memory filled house. how the horror lined your bones and made you tense. and you couldn’t forget it even as the night air twinged your skin. it stung a little as you begged to forget you ever saw the demagorgan or realized will was missing.
i still watch the dang show.

you and i trampled around in the woods with my older sister who you were super close with because i couldn’t leave her alone. you ate some snow and i told you it would be *****, but you said it’s clean.
don’t eat the yellow kind.

my teacher and you had the same birthday. as well as donald trump. but he doesn’t matter. you laughed with her and showed her your teeth. must be nice to be birthday buddies with someone. someone who desired to be.
you better wish her a happy birthday.

i was jealous back in fourth grade because you liked leah better...or so i thought. you sat on the opposite end of the table although i told you to set yourself by me. it bothered me. walls of jealousy put up just because i realized that was the first time i had low self esteem. a picture of you and i at the lunch table still made the year book.
leah was in it though.

sleepovers at your house. that same stupid house. in a different town than you live now. by the pit bulls you told me about as soon as you moved in. you better have gotten that pepper spray to ward them off. anyway, i brought my sleeping bags and threw em’ in your mother’s car. you played basketball and i had to watch from the sidelines. with your dang mom and dad. your dog ate our popcorn when we clothed it in salt cause of course God gave me allergies to everything i can see. we laughed so hard our stomachs hurt. or the time when you invited all your sporty friends from other schools and they made me uncomfortable. they were too mature and riskay for my nine year old liking. we watched the sand lot.
i am on the bench.

and it’s your birthday. another year has passed and you’re still gone. i think it’s too surreal for me to handle, so i keep writing you little notes (or long ones) hoping you’ll stumble your way back to me.
i still miss you but

happy birthday for now