Tag Archives: ANGER

Boiling

I am supposed to be relaxing
but the tightness in my chest
has made it impossible today.

I keep replaying that conversation.

My mind is moving in a circle.
Every expectation has been crushed
and all the happiness drained.

The wire is taut.
And you, stranger,
picked the wrong person
on the wrong day.

Your snarky comment snapped the wire
and at that point
I no longer gave a fuck.

Words careened out of my mouth.
There was no controlling them.
The straw had broken the back.
The pot was boiling over.

It was too much for the week I’d had.
And you were an easy target.

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RESPECT MY MIND

There is pain in my skull
from all the pressure inside.
It’s pounding bone
and trying to bust through
my eyes.

But I am here
sitting and wondering
how it got to be.
How it became
such agony.

Stretched thin
is my patience.
Boiling
is my blood.
Bedlam
is the logic.
Thoughts
like sludge.

Thought I truly try to succeed,
I feel like
every question you frame
is a trap.
and – GOD –
I am getting tired
of the act.

Petty, cyclic, futile,
and worth no one’s time.
Can I ask you just for once
to be an adult
and respect my mind?

CARRY ME

Can you carry me?
Because I can’t.
I’ve carried so many so far.
I’ve been used, borrowed, begged and forced.
I can no longer take this course.

Can I ask you how it became this way?
What has changed you to the person so?
I don’t think you know.
Nobody does.

I am sick of this.
I am tired and low.
Can I rely on someone else for once?
Once?
Once!

For me,
not their image of me.
Their projection of me.
The actual me.

I was told that ignorance is bliss.
The older I get,
The more truth I see to it.
For what the ignorant don’t carry, I must.
And it is a long, weary road.
Can you carry me?

FUMES

(For a hitrecord.org challenge)
 
I went to the cabin.
You know?
The one by Gossamer Lake.

So many years.

We picked dandelions,
and blew wishes into the wind.
Nights spent holding each other tight,
surrounded by the song of cicadas.
Meals cooked barely keeping our hands
apart.

It seemed such a happy place.
Warmth and love.

But you took her here too?
I know.

There is an unfamiliar sweater on the couch.
A glass with lipstick smeared on the rim.
I would never do that.

An air of a sultry perfume
mixes with the gasoline
that I have poured around.

I breath it in.
All of it.
And I burn it to the ground.