Best Lifeanger Poems
I catch a fleeting glimpse of her room from the hall,
my back slams lightly against the wall,
slumping listlessly, my anger out of control.
As she lies in her hospital bed, tubes patrol
in and out of every conceivable opening,
with new vital bodily fluids dripping
monotonously, in time released droplets of life
through the needle pierced veins of my wife.
Abruptly, I feel the cold uncomforting
frigidness of this smooth wall unyielding,
pressing firm against my back, in this hospital hall.
Reality becomes my depression shawl,
covering and smothering all of my senses.
Angrily my muscles push and body tenses
rejecting the insensitivity of these unfriendly walls,
and began repetitious canticle paces
through the drab, inculpable, uncommitting hospital halls.
Tears rush to my eyes flowing furiously,
focused anger colors my face visibly
revealing the naked fury of my livid crimson brain.
My heart beats with the resounding of pouring rain.
Pounding with my self incrimination, as I seek others to blame.
Doctors, Surgeons, God, others must drown in this shame.
Anger rolls through my entire being, allowing no one to console.
This anger is pervasive, it permeates into my soul.
Our oneness is evident, she stirs and I know.
In another universe, I sense a furrow in her brow.
I turn swiftly, my pace quickening to a full stride
at her door and move quickly to her side.
A moan, a gasp, a sigh, a groan, a cough,
but, the medicated trauma flowing through
her inlet tubes, force her back into a heavenly sleep.
I breath a sigh of relief for her and weep.
Its all useless why do I even try.
I spent hours of rolling tape on my bag,
So the anger stuffing will not fly.
I have this anger in me that I cannot explain,
Pain shoots up my back then tells my brain.
Calm as I can be thinking it’s the pills they feed me.
Little do they know It’s my broken spirit on a fig tree
Staring, just staring
but there nothing there
nothing to do and
going nowhere
the anger builds up
and its trapped inside
theres nowhere to run
and nowhere to hide
it feels like your going to explode
and its all gonna come out
then when it comes to the point
whats it all about
So the anger builds up
keeps going and going
then you brake down in tears
just thinking and knowing
my life is like this but why and how
its no good like this
so im gone right now.
I’m not going to let my anger control me.
I’m not going to let any one pull me down.
I’m not going to let anger blind me.
Anger can be used for evil.
Anger can be used for revenge.
Anger can be used to harm yourself.
Anger can blind you.
Anger can change you.
Anger can destroy you.
But it won’t blind me.
But it won’t change me.
But it destroy me.
But it won’t be used for evil.
But it won’t control me.
But it won’t hurt me or others.
My heart won’t be able to forgive much longer,
My eyes won’t be as kind anymore...
Why you ask? My anger is whole lot stronger...
than my mercy.
Almost like the civil war...
My mercy like the fair side,
My anger like the wrong one.
Well, my mercy will have to learn to hide.
Or better yet, be completely gone.
And at last, her eyes will be all red,
No little merciful girl here any longer.
For she will be fully dead
Because the alter ego is always stronger.
Thaw me from memory:
Suddenly the hard shell crumbles
The raw yolk leaks from my fingers in disgust
Expired years and anger tumbles -
This hardening shell in a deferment of memory
An eggless sentence comes to bird
Anger haggles for the meaning word
Melts silently.
It was a good fence
To watch across ... distance shrivelled so
By time ... friendships in a population grow
Strange curiosities about human loneliness:
Frozen silences.
I watched you from without ...
Sometimes distance is a man's defence
You built brick by brick
Your wall mortared with lies
Using people as layers of convenience
The words of others twisted ... until they despised
Leave you to your convent of faults
To bear the yoke of hypocrisy
Where ragged rituals vaults
The logic of worship ... begging praise.
Even stones can melt without fire
To weep in acid rain.
Your corrupted words, your bitterness
Did not destroy the envy of your eyes
Now your heap of withered happiness
Shiver of the base of crumbling walls ...
An egg will roll at winds' whim
And raw the ground where the yolk runs.
They say
Anger is wheat caught between the teeth -
Leave it nagging there and be sore
Extract it, and go eat more
I say anger is the memory of what I deplore
You pulling me down
To rise on the rip tides of my frown
But I by just walking away
Left you waiting in your decay.
A heart can thaw
If it lingers in the fire of the sun.
anger and fear is what i feel
anger towards everything wrong in my life
fearing everything that has yet to come
wishing that this anger and fear can disappear
but the wishes made are not being heard
questioning if life would be easier without fear and anger
being able to have a real smile on your face everyday
not having to fake happiness, and that you’re okay
being able to not be afraid to get hurt
not having to worry about things that leads to assumptions
but that’s just a fantasy, it’ll never be
reality is where we are from
and in reality, anger and fear are always in our daily life.