How it feels…

To ruin life some more and strip me off my pride.

When I’m angry there’s nothing to hide..

What on earth do you want from me?

I’ve exhausted all forms of energy.

I do not like myself when I lose my temper.

All ideas out of control turns realistic.

Thinking of you now just makes me sick.

Why on earth do you fight with me?

Why don’t you allow things to be?

What sadistic pleasure do you get from this?

All the peaceful moments I’ve felt, I’ve missed…

When I rethink if I really am you…the voice to your sound.

That’s when I know my temper knows no bound.

The guilt of that thought makes me scream sometimes.

How can I be sure you don’t think of it too?

What ever be our differences, we’ll make it through.

My temper needs to be controlled but you are helpless,

The wrath of poisonous words and wishful doing,

When I’m angry, I’m a different person, a different being.

Stay away from me, stay away for now, my love…

I do not want to harm you when the storm sets in.

I’m the center of the hurricane and I have no mercy.

Chain me and lock me out for I know I’ll hurt you.

The anger inside of me is eating away the sane.

Suddenly the life out of me is drained.

My eyes pulsate with spiteful hatred to the one who provoked.

And there will be blood and pain for this feeling is evoked.

I can not protect you, the beast is out of control now.

The eyes are blood shot and glass shatters all around.

Blackness and dark thoughts hover in the air

She breathes fire and to talk no one would dare.

She cannot see herself the calm mind she was

Anger and me, I no longer care about the cause.

Wreckage and destruction to let hearts be pierced.

So that they bleed and know who’s the fierce.

Some untold happiness of having transformed

All so suddenly, there’s a sweep of the calm.

She loses her conscious and wakes up to normal.

And lay aside the dead and wounded and cannot believe.

She a fragile, sweet person can be a monster..

I walk away smiling, silently petting the little anger,

They should’ve known better than to mess with her.

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Comments (4)
  • revivor on May 10, 2009

    wow, power prose/poetry
    love the rising ferocity of the middle section and the feeling of calm at the end – really good stuff
    thanks – revivor

  • marisolflamenco on May 10, 2009

    Excellent!!

  • ladybaby on May 10, 2009

    I could feel that one. I think I stepped back a few steps. Well expressed.

  • George W Whitehead on May 10, 2009

    Great piece, Kaavs.

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