Life is full of circles
Cycles of disappointment
Happiness spun in
And always the larger orbit
Grinding away Continue reading
Angry, blistering, snarling,
My kettle needs attending to,
It is screaming for my attention.
Inside it boils skin-burning
“Pour me out!” it cries,
Steam pouring from the only escape route.
I hurry to stop its ear-piercing screech,
Unsure of what it says about me…
Am I alleviating its pain?
Or assuaging my own?
*No pic today to go with this. Letting it speak for itself.
It takes so little
To get me angry. Continue reading
why do you run with scissors on your tongue?
and down comes all.
Sharp words enemies make to rake
you over the coals.
Release those goals.
Acid words cut like swords.
Forgive, and let go your pain.
Be cleansed and smile again.
Why do you run with scissors on your tongue?
and down comes all.
*Really have no idea the inspiration for this one. Thinking about sharp things and sharp words so arguments came to mind and I began writing. Along the way the idea came to me about how whenever we’re angry we say things to wound, or we might walk away and do something dangerous or that can hurt someone or ourselves. I’ve heard people laugh and make jokes about running with scissors but it’s never funny when the thing you least expect actually happens. In fact, it’s sort of breath-taking and shocking, even though you were warned. I titled this one Pointed Words-a little tongue in cheek there.
All that you don’t see when anger paces round
Her brain; her muscles tense when it won’t back down
The things you can’t envisage, though she imagines them now
Keep her caged, keep her caged, and stay calm somehow
Things you don’t hear, which her inner voice screams
Times you don’t fear cos she won’t say what she means
Envisioning the havoc which could be unleashed
Keep her caged, keep her caged, ‘til the storms have ceased
Moments you’ll never know she’s just hanging on
Everything she won’t show ‘til you’re already gone
Hackles raised, teeth bared, and fists clenched tight
Keep her caged, keep her caged, then you’ll be alright
You might just sometimes catch it in a glint of her eye
A fleeting, fearsome glimmer as emotions run high
If you hear her voice has turned as cold and deadly as ice
Keep her caged, keep her caged, and try to stay nice
If someone hurts someone she loves, then it’s no surprise
That ideations play behind those murderous eyes
She wants to hunt them down and vent the force of her rage
If you want to keep them safe, keep her caged, keep her caged.