She was like a bull
in the sunshine—
angry one moment,
then happy the next.
That’s what Olivia was:
the way she was with
everyone.
A short series of well-
regulated emotional
stability, followed by
a long series of emotional
outbursts.
She was loved,
and she was hated.
She was kind, then she
was cruel.
But most of all, she
was confused—
confused about why people left her,
confused about why she couldn’t
stay happy, or calm, or
placated.
Olivia was like a bull
in the sunshine.
She wanted to love,
but she just couldn’t bring
herself to give it to
everyone.
Love me,
goddamn it,
just love me.
I
know that
I'm worthy
or deserving of
something,
at
least,
don't make
me have
to
get on
my knees
and beg again.
Oh, wait,
I forgot-
I'm not
allowed
to be
vulnerable.
her eyes are blue
her thoughts are green
she rules with madness
the snowball queen
heightened anxiety
her feelings are keen
off with their heads
says the snowball queen
cat claw marks on a tree
long deep angry looking gouges
a huge animal, possibly a leopard, tiger or lion
I envision this beast sharpening her enormous claws
maybe a velvety black puma with yellow eyes
terrified, my hair stood straight up on end
am I being watched from the shadows?
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
When you’re upset with me,
Your promise to never speak again—
It drowns my heart in silent waves of sorrow.
When you turn away from me,
I pick a single flower to win your favor,
Yet you gently toss it aside before accepting me again.
I wish I could be a flower,
To blossom along your life’s journey
And bring you joy and purpose.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
Our bond seems more fragile than a thread,
Yet still I wipe my tears
And strive to speak to you.
Your half-smile—the one you never complete—
Kills the breath in my chest.
When you turn away from me,
It feels unbearably lonely.
I vow to hold you in my arms forever,
To never let you be upset with me again.
Your hair—like dark clouds—frames your beauty,
And in you, I see the moon,
Making me forget the sky above.
Angry Conifers
Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves
I am not angry! The hare insisted, stomping his foot on my leg.
The last time I was kicked this hard was in 1982 in Winipeg.
Who said I am angry? He demanded, his face a thunder cloud.
I did not dare answer this question to his face or aloud.
Not angry at all! He yelled, as he threw a pot through my window.
I wanted to get away from him, but he had a devil’s glow.
He was between me and the door, so I pretended I was asleep.
I am not angry! He insisted. He is my cousin, and a creep.
Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.
After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out.
Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman
Joplin never saw her coming; until she was upon them
Her path was a mile wide and twenty miles long
Was she seeking revenge? Angry with all humans?
We will never know, but she did unbelievable damage.
Joplin, Missouri lost many lives that day.
Four thousand homes were destroyed.
I cannot fathom the horror of the aftermath.
One of their hospitals was annihilated
Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman.
She comes in fast and hard, and she maims and kills.
A warrior, destroyer, slayer.
Sour mouth breathes life into words like empty husks
Angry eyes beat the object of my obsession until he turns away
Asks, “If I'm ok?”
“I'm fine.”
leaning towards him as my eyes glare
bodies twisted in my mind
She has no hate in her eyes
I watch you move towards her
You can't see me through the hollow boundaries I've created
Angry eyes keep away any threat of getting hurt
Passing glimpses hold me together
Your eyes make the jagged edge go deeper
I feel ripped apart when you look away
So I can't be with you
I can't be without you
I don't know where to go
I'm sorry
My hellish love
I'm not angry with you
But at myself
For not being someone you love
The house on the corner with the white swing
Candles, wine and dreams
The darkness that loneliness brings
To forgotten mountains
You no longer recall any of it
We once wrote letters to strangers
Pretending they were our friends
But now we leave the candle unlit
Because somehow it no longer matters
I'll be leaving soon
Too quickly to fit in a goodbye
You'll be angry for a while
But your anger will be like
The candle
And I'll be only a stranger
That you once knew
I'm no one's love story
My words spiral back to me
My love letter never reach the right address
I sing my love poems apologetically
As if this piece of broken links
that connects me to feelings that are forbidden
Isn't even mine to give
To others
But I borrow time from people
To recall the memories that
I pray I didn't waste
My lifeline is short
I already got my heart broken twice
Another punch lends itself on my face
In the usual fights where I'm beating myself
On days I can't bear my own presence
I need someone
To witness my traumatic episodes of
Shaking furiously every time
The similar nightmares chase me around
I put ice cubes on my tongue
And numb my feelings as I swallow
My sentences with a smile
I am not asking for a love that lasts eternity
But hold me for just another second
Just read one more line where I distract you
With my metaphors
I don't want to be lonely with myself tonight...
Angry Birds
Crowing. Distressed Echoes
Find God. Hapless, Infernal January. Karma
Levels. Mangroves Neutralized. Ornithological
Panic. Questions. Razed, Sawdustted Toyon.
Unsheltered. Vaporizing Wildfires X-rated. Yowlers
Zapped!
irate Goddess of Daisies did not get her due
wrath of her anger rivaled that of old Sue
I’m a major deity, she yelled to bells blue.
with complete jurisdiction over the likes of you!
bluebells liked the Goddess but wisely kept quiet.
not wanting to start a crucifixion or riot
Goddess of Daisies had been on a no-carb-or-sweet diet
they decided to dine without her, at the Regency Hyatt.
Hidden angry feelings
Never stay silent
They scream and kick
And punch their way out of a person
Sometimes the human is unaware
Even after they explode and implode
Not realizing that hidden angry feelings
Have the authority to kill
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