We love to quarrel Satisfied with petty spite Yet the sun will rise Advertisements
Fear births rage So easily exploited Instead, speak of hope Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
Youthful memories Comic books Toy ray-guns Sunlit days Free of shoes Sand covered toes Burning echoes Of the first-girl-I-loved’s Bemusement And resultant mockery I wonder Why suffering Delights us so? Such cruelty divides us A charred gulf bearing Smoldering rubble Remnants of hope So many memories of this journey called life. Painful ones sometimes rise […]
I’ve grown quite weary All the invective tiring It’s all lost on me
Anger within hearts Poison flowing so deeply Roots reaching your stone Come check me out on Instagram!
Comfortable with rage Reflexive feeling for us Destruction’s fast lane
Patience in anger, This discipline of the mind Saves one regret’s pain
Let go of anger Escape pride and envy’s grasp Such is peace’s path
Fearful of ancient rage Rattling dusty cadavers Forgotten dreams Hidden within Away from the glare Of expectation
Wretched anger’s rage Filled with deepest misery Joy’s destruction sought