My WrathPeople all around me
nobody within me
no one who will share me
except my wrath.
it consumes me
eating away at me
my horrible wrath.
they say it's unbecoming of me
they say it shouldn't be worth it to me
but they don't understand what lives inside of me
my uncontrolable wrath.
it attacks all those around me
it lashes the slightest touch to me
it tries to control my life, you see
it's my wild wrath.
it makes me hurt inside of me
both inside and outside of me
my eyes can't see the acts of me
when, appears, my crazy wrath.
I try to understand why it hurts me so
I try to understand why it kills me so
to try and apologize to those below
those people who've been subject to my wrath.
So here's to those who've been hurt and scared
and scarred to the point of no return
to the point where everything I did went wrong
No Title, Chapter 1I wake up as the clock chimes eleven. But it isnt the clock that disturbs me; its the shivering sensation that overcomes me. I quickly climb out of bed and walk over to my bedroom window. As I step into the moonlight the shivers get worse. I open the window and walk to the middle of the floor. The shivering becomes shaking; I could have given someone a massage just by touching them. Suddenly Im shrinking. My arms and legs become the same length; my tailbone extends. My nose and mouth lengthen to become a muzzle while my senses are going haywire, getting sharper.
As my ears become pointed and keen I squint in reaction to the moon, which seems as bright as the sun because of my sensitive eyes. The shivering turns to prickling, then everything stops. I look down at my arms and see the white fur that covers them. When I jump onto my dresser and look in the large hanging mirror I see a cat as white as snow looking back at me.
I stretch, then leap back to the ground. Being
The Black PlagueRing around the Rosy.......
-That refers to the bruising that appeared around the open sores.
A pocket full of Posy.......
-Supposedly Posy was a mixture of herbs and spices that kept the sickness away.
-Victims turned a sickly grey colour before.........
We all fall Down!
-Six feet under the stars.
Not such a little kid thing anymore, now, is it?
Smoke before FireI is not thunkin' right
The wurled is all spinny-like
Uvreyting is wonky-donked
and fuzzzzzed up
And I is gigglin' at weirded stuffs
Why is I bein wacky yer askin'?
Cuz I found Daddy's specialses stuff
And I learnses how to make the flame come
The fiery orange is real pretty-like
'Specially stickin' out my mouth
I suck in deep and blow out real hard
to make the cloud come out my chatterbox
I go speedy-like up to Daddy
And I shows Daddy what I is doin'
I is tellin' him that I is just like him
But he don't like it and I is now feelin' hurtses
Both on my cheekses and in my heart
But Daddy, why is you hurtin' me?
He don't say 'nyting
He just takeses the fire out my mouth
and takeses me by the arm
and dragses me to Mommy
And they starts to yells and shouts
Then all quick-like
They both turn to me
And they both raise balled-up handses
And I rememember nutin' elses
I amI am
the shadow in the corner
watching the goings on around me
the quiet one
I keep myself to myself
the silent leader
I organize then pass the leadership on
the green-eyed monster
I covet more than you know
the writer of tales
I weave lies like thread
the poetic person
I write without rhyme but with reason
the glue of my world
I hold everything close to me
the walking dictionary
or so many call me
the secretive being
I withhold more than meets the eye
the puzzle of the world
so hard to unravel
the tiger in the rainforest
neither sleekest or fastest but beautiful in my own way
the spiritual one
but I am not dedicated to my religion
and nothing can change that