We have all had that moment of frustration
We search for words that hurt out of desperation
Having a hard time sorting out our feelings
That's the moment we become harsh in our dealings
There are times we fight to be understood
Wishing we can take back the words if we could
It doesn't pay to speak out when we're mad
We say things that leave scars which is bad
Relationships are lost and love isn't regained
Scars can heal but the words always remain
Your emotions are running high don't go no further
Whatever you say at present can ruin the future
When it comes to anger it's an honest and true fact
Never say anything you know you can't take back
on this horrible day
who was born stupid with his dawn of setbacks
I remembered every scratch on the car's body
every slap in the face that life gave me
songs that don't fit well
you just clean and dirty again
that wound that doesn't heal, you know?
let's try to have a coffee
let's try to eat something, you say,
to replace vibration with warm things
by the velvety contour of momentary pleasure
but only this unprecedented discovery saves me
the amazing find
of another precipice full of words
boiling inside of me.
It’s the rain
Incessantly pounding
On a tin rooftop,
It’s the veins
Throbbing
Inside your head
On a dingy afternoon,
It’s the kitchen door,
On the floor beneath you,
Being slammed
Again and again,
It’s the rhythm,
The rhythm of a heartbeat,
Prompted by feelings
Of anxiety,
Of adrenaline,
Of passion,
Of love
And of life.
Bang,
Bang,
Bang,
Bang,
Bang.
I pointedly do not look at a clock
Knowing it will urge me
To go into a direction I am not eager for
The couch crooks a finger
Enticing me to sit but I have been there too much
You like to draw, a voice whispers
I pick up a pencil and draw a frenzied scene
wild woman wearing stilettos, her hair crazy loose
She is not magical enough
Where are these thoughts coming from?
I hear the sharp tick of the clock
It is amazingly annoying now
tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
I realize that this incessant ticking
is what urged me to give this woman wild hair
What is up?
I glare at the man
annoyed more than ever
tick tick tick tick tick tick
I have to say, this isolation doesn't appear to be affecting me at all.
I was thinking... The wind must come from somewhere.
Do the trees make the wind with their ceaseless moving around?
“KKKeeeeepp STILL!!” I shriek at the trees from my bedroom window but they pretend not to hear. Science says trees can talk to each other over some secret, underground, filament-like network - so I know the ba$tards are listening.
And I don’t know about this new generation of birds - these tearless, happy birds that chirp just to be fashionable. They annoy me when they pretend to be unaware of the value of silence.
“Shut UP!” I scream at a speckled bird who stares down at me like I’m insignificant.
“Yeah, the woolly mammoths ignored us too,” I remind it.
I give it the two-fingered, back and forth “Yeah, I’m watching you” gesture.
Then it just chirps right past me, as if I don't exist. Aaarrrgghhh!
So I give that bird the bird.
M-onster
A-pplies
R-apid
I-nfection
A-nd
N-oticeable
B-ody
I-rritation
N-otoriously
G-iving
I-ntolerable
L-oneliness
A-nd
G-rave
A-ffliction
N-owadays
Topic: Birthday of Marian Bing Ilagan (April 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-use
E-rases
G-rief
R-elieving
E-motional
I-rritation
A-s
N-ifty
A-crostic
N-icely
G-ives
U-s
L-ovely
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Meg Reian Angulo (July 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
red tractor next door
making your loud engine drones
irritating me
Like a tree with a broken limb
This broken branch begins to bend,
Like the splitting hairs caught in a comb
I sensed the void on my own
I look and seek deep in my soul
In hopes to find something to console
Dull and deep is its shaded abyss
For there is nothing in its mist
But dust and spirits, of the disappearing
For I am the one that has become weary.
The void I walk is very deep
Who knew these hills could be so steep.
However, I am who is broken
Yet, everyone wants a token.
Thinking they have givin me something
When in turn they have provided nothing.
I feel the pain of my psychosis,
For my mind has become atrocious.
The nullness and the empty space,
I knew would win the race
But there is nothing more
For I have become
Null &Void
Dear Lord please have gentle mercy
There has surely been a worst she.
Please help me spare her worthless life.
Wasn’t most horrible mom and wife.
Serial killer? Simple she?
Dear Lord, please have gentle mercy.
Victims from that faraway town.
Evidence illegally found.
Dear Lord, please have gentle mercy.
There has surely been a worse she.
Her spotless house is always clean.
Maybe that’s what made her completely mean?
There are so many things I could rant about,
things that drive me nuts with irritation.
Sometimes I just want to scream and shout!
God help me sometimes with this generation!
Printers make it so hard to print on two sides,
What the heck is up with that renoun Dell?
Geez, why can’t all printers make it reverse inside,
I swear I’m going to create a REAL printer to sell!
Or how swear words are too easily used,
it’s so trashy to hear them over and over again.
Swearing too much doesn't make me amused,
especially when dirty words are used by women!
Come on, blaming a waitress for a bad meal?
This just happened to me at Outback yesterday.
Don’t customers take in consideration how they feel?
It could cause the poor girl to have a bad day.
You know what really frustrates me sometimes?
When I slice myself while shaving my legs like I do.
It’s a real problem and I feel it’s a terrible crime…
I could rant all day about these things…can’t you???
Rant Contest
Shadow Hamilton
May 7, 2018
Do you know the pain inside
It holds me prisoner as I hide
Crippling strains I cannot shake
Cries of horror and moans I make
Aches of discomfort that follow me around
Cramps of agony that bring my knees to the ground
Stinging throbs and a torturous prick
Convulsions twinge of a distressful crick
With torment and burning of my injury
Irritation and sadness of a living agony
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