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to hell with those long days of reckoning.
i won't repent.
i won't listen to your unholy sermon again,
you're the one whose hell bent.
i won't be sorry for living.
all i know is this life,
and your not the one to take it.
you can no longer control me.
i won't be a puppet
at the theatre of tragedy again.
i closed those doors one final time,
may i never once look behind.
that curtain hides many evils,
a past i'd rather not see.
the crowd would go wild,
to see the anger in me.
but that world has passed,
and i no longer travel the streets.
behind me forever lies,
the carnage anger creates.
i won't repent.
i won't listen to your unholy sermon again,
you're the one whose hell bent.
i won't be sorry for living.
all i know is this life,
and your not the one to take it.
you can no longer control me.
i won't be a puppet
at the theatre of tragedy again.
i closed those doors one final time,
may i never once look behind.
that curtain hides many evils,
a past i'd rather not see.
the crowd would go wild,
to see the anger in me.
but that world has passed,
and i no longer travel the streets.
behind me forever lies,
the carnage anger creates.
Literature
Anger
As pretty as she looks
she will scream,
if you don't hear it
then your heart will blead.
The sky blue eyes
aren't as peaceful as they may seem.
Hold your breath
its the only thing u have left.
You are driving off the cliff.
It's too bad
you have just realized it now.
Don't bother looking back.
Shes gone.
Literature
Anger
Anger, and its desprate arms,
Clawing upon the soul.
Solitude, and its rusty cages,
Boiling up the steaming fury.
Daylight, and its beaming fingers,
Raping you everyday with useless hope.
Cruelty, and its bleeding heart,
Of innocence.
Anger, and its desprate arms.
Solitude, piles up more anger upon.
Daylight, with a glimps of hope.
Cruelty, in everyone's thought.
The temperamental turbulence has now broken the sundered cages.
Tore down the doors, and shattered the windows of your soul.
The raging arms are now quaile to feel your sopoforic tears.
The
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anger
Anger!!!!!!
Current mood: angry
I feel alive now, and I'm dangerous
Stay away from me it might be contageous
My anger controls me inside and out
Right now i'm pure evil without a doubt
The anger inside is full of chills and thrills
Carefull its uncontrolled i feel ready to kill
I have a heart believe me its there
But my anger sheilds it then i just don't care
Under the influence of anger i'm not aware
So of my anger i'm warning you to beware
Stay away from me it might be contageous
I feel alive now, when i'm angry i'm dangerous
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kind of different from the typical drama i write. i seriously just sat down and wrote this right now with no plan in my head what so ever. you know how it goes.
basically its christmas time in the lansall home, i bussed back to have supper and visit my family you know? this christmas is going way better than the last few years for sure, no yelling or fighting. so basically this poem is about the anger i lived with for so long (about everything) and how it seemed to be a entertainment for people. but now i'm done with all that, seems like that anger is gone for good.
merry christmas everybody.
basically its christmas time in the lansall home, i bussed back to have supper and visit my family you know? this christmas is going way better than the last few years for sure, no yelling or fighting. so basically this poem is about the anger i lived with for so long (about everything) and how it seemed to be a entertainment for people. but now i'm done with all that, seems like that anger is gone for good.
merry christmas everybody.
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haha ya ok so its not gone forever.....whatever