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Thought/Rage MAG

By Anonymous

   An open fist, the hands of rage,

evil eyes, an empty cage.

Stomping feet, nostrils flared,

tightening lips, mind uncared.

Destructive thoughts, rampaging words,

Callous heart, stampeding herds.

Piercing looks, heartless deeds,

empty frames, aggression leads.

Irate complies, words that kill,

unopened eyes, anger filled.

You won't take me, I'll fight you off,

I'll surr'nder not, I'll not be lost!

In your attack, as you had hoped,

I control my mind, it won't be doped.

Just you wait, when the fat lady's sung,

I'll calm my face, I'll hold my tongue.

And when you are calm, and anger caulked,

with rational minds, then we'll talk.





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on Nov. 10 2010 at 8:51 am
PoetryButterfly123, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"When your time comes to face one of life's obstacles, stay positive about it and prepare yourself for the big jump over it, because being negative about it is just gonna make it a hell of a lot harder to get one leg over it." - Me

wow.... i love this poem....very good