Showing posts with label rage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rage. Show all posts

Thursday, September 6, 2018

THIS WALL




THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

Monday, October 2, 2017

THE END


fire and hail


Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face.
Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers
Built upon passion and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness covers all.
The battle rages in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,
Waiting for the uncertain outcome.
Who will be left standing
to take my cold hand?

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

THE OCEAN ROARS IN FURY




The ocean roars in fury
as it washes away intruders.
No boats to drift on its water.
No swimmers to ride the waves.
Strong arms lift in frustration.
Waves beat against the rocks.
Birds flee.
The sun hides.
We wait.
Will we be worthy?
Is mankind ever worthy?
Will the waters recede?
The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.


THIS WALL



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 THIS WALL
Words fill the crevices of my mind.
Emotions that are too hard to find.
Love poetry trembles from my lips.
Your passion I can bear in small sips.
Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.
Hard features I cannot seem to erase.
Filled pages fall from my open fingers.
The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.
Maybe I should burn my wall of pages
To help clear my mind of these wild rages.


Thursday, August 17, 2017

REIGN SUPREME


The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
(Source: paintingbox)


The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.


Sunday, February 5, 2017

ROCKS



ROCKS
I wade in the cold,
waves up to my waist.
Rocks loom before me,
victims of the raging sea.
Honed to perfection,
faces to the sky.
They stand in silence
as I join their line.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

PURPLE POWER

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The sky is under attack
From demons rising below.
The sun shines no more,
Hidden behind the moon’s glare.
Lightning hits the clouds,
Striking them from all sides.
Darkness descends upon Oasis,
Dark shadows of the night.
Residents flee the streets
To hide behind closed doors.
Linda is determined to fight,
To save her town from The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, October 8, 2015

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN --- THE DEAD GAME --- PART 51



Anger burns in me so bright
Like a forest lit on fire.
The burning heat envelopes me,
My arms becoming red swirls of smoke. 

My mouth breathes puff of fire,
Turning the skies a blood red.
I twist and dance in the raging fire,
Longing to be set free.

My bloodthirsty heart seeks revenge
On the one who has caused me pain.
The one who has taken my love from me
Will know this pain at my hands.

Come closer to me, my love.
Let me wrap my arms around you.
You will feel my love deeply
As it cuts through your evil heart.

Wolf has never known loss in his life
For he has never really lived.
He lives the life of the dammed
Who have no remorse for their deeds.

He has taken Todd away from me
And he will suffer for this well.
I will take out his bleeding heart
And crush it between my hot fingers.

My fire is burning brighter
With each and every breath.
I am ready to enact my revenge
On one so worthy as Wolf.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

THE DEAD GAME




Friday, October 2, 2015

END OF TIME




END OF TIME








     END OF TIMETime has stopped in mid-flight.Clouds have ceased circling the earth.The sun refuses to show its faceFor time has come to an end.The roar echoes through the land.Lights flicker in erratic spurts.The power reaches its hand downTo the silent earth below.My heart feels hollow and empty.Panic fills the empty spaces.My love has come to an endAnd so too has the world.A battle rages between my lovers.Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.The winner takes all,And soon even me.Todd must win this battle.His heat must melt the ice.He must save us from the evil one,Who holds us in the palm of his hand.The earth shakes and trembles in despair.A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.The battle rages on in its fury.Clashes of swords echo its thunder.All is black.Darkness, my only friend.No sound to direct meTo the battlefield of hell.OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUNTHE DEAD GAME 

END OF TIME
Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face
For time has come to an end.

The roar echoes through the land.
Lights flicker in erratic spurts.
The power reaches its hand down
To the silent earth below.

My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has the world.

A battle rages between my lovers.
Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.

Todd must win this battle.
His heat must melt the ice.
He must save us from the evil one,
Who holds us in the palm of his hand.

The earth shakes and trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.
The battle rages on in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

All is black.
Darkness, my only friend.
No sound to direct me
To the battlefield of hell.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME



Monday, January 6, 2014

MANY FACES


d-o-m-i-n-a-n-t-i-a:

RAGING WATERS
The ocean can be calm.
It can also be angry.
So angry that its waves crash against the shore.
Hitting rocks and whatever is in its way.
It has many faces.
Just like humans, who decide each day what face to present to the world.
What’s your face today?
d-o-m-i-n-a-n-t-i-a:
RAGING WATERS
The ocean can be calm.
It can also be angry.
So angry that its waves crash against the shore.
Hitting rocks and whatever is in its way.
It has many faces.
Just like humans, who decide each day what face to present to the world.
What’s your face today?