My veiled anger bursts forth like sunlightfinally exposed after a torrent…
Dirty pebbles fall into the riverbed,Dirty words flung into the air,Cleaned by the sweeping waters,Exposing currents of our…
Angry words want to…
Fool me once, fool me twice
Next time I won’t be so nice
darling, if you were listeningyou really would have heardmy silence screams louderthan your provoking words.
’Tis not the fury of the storm
But the rage behind the calm
That frightens me
Sometimes, it is necessaryto unleash Kalito protect humanityfrom the demons that would devour it.Because, sometimesrage…
a one line poem in response to this prompt by Randy Cooper for Chalkboard
Crumbled paper nest of hornets
rage against the dying lightrage till the flames don’t riserage against the tormentor’s mightrage till a child still cries.
