The noble lady was full of ire.
Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire.
So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse,
and indulged in some heated intercourse
with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire.
She’s a thrown compact
shattering a vase;
She is the flower
that is still standing;
Perfect matte lipstick;
Targeted wall,
it cannot hide;
A foaming pout,
feminine rage;
Fire flashes;
Estrogen,
no factor;
You’re rude,
now she’s
pissed.
A man who is hurt beyond words
Begins to think of crossing swords
The air rending with harsh war cries:
"Shame on who for cowardice flies!"
A man who is hurt beyond words
Terrible things does to binding cords:
No more rushed "Hellos" and "His"
He leaves minds to find out the 'Whys?'
A man who is hurt beyond words
Accepts to fight in feared fjords,
On combat scenes there with war drum
That must talk or he'll war tunes hum...
A hurt-beyond-words: The pissed off,
Whose real self someone has switched off!
It really pisses us off
You think we don’t know
We know more than you do
You were the last to be created
So, you are the real animals here
Destroying the world around you
And yet we let you remain here
But that will be coming to an end
We will make sure that you are gone
And that we are the ones left behind
Maybe then the planet can survive
As long as you are all gone
© Poem – I/XXIV/MMXXII
Yes, we have made God angry. And,
with that: He is showing us his Power by allowing what is happening
to exist. He will take those who are worthy and leave those who are not.
Prayers may help and you will know He Is God. So, Pray for Strength and Courage in these times.
Forget what you may own, and cling onto one another. For this is all we
have. And this is what may save us.
hate
trying to
attain
anger
drinking
trying to
attain
drunk
standing
unzipped
before
a urinal
I woke up this morning feeling fine
But you made sure in no time
To start rubbing me the wrong way
There is nothing I can say
Because every single day you insist
That I stay pissed
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Its rough wanting to scream out loud but knowing that wouldn't be wise
so I go through life wearing this disguise
I appear to be calm, letting things roll off my shoulders
while inside I feel deflated, crushed by a thousand boulders
Its hard being on the bottom, people treat you like crap
I'm trying to make my way up, but its so hard to understand this map
You're suppose to be a good person
something about helping thy neighbor
but no one wants to help you in return unless you promise them a favor
not something simple, more like giving up your soul
people won't help you unless you give them all control
that is something I can't do so I am at the bottom but I won't make it to the top
something has to change, the ways of the current world need to stop
I don't know how long I can last, how long I can remain calm
at some point this disguise is going to crack
til there is nothing but pieces laying in my palms
I fear that day, people will see a side of me that even I have never met
and this isn't my emotions taking over, I'm not even upset
Just stating how I feel, explaining what I fear
really I am just thinking out loud
so anyone who cares can hear.
Right was everything I did from the beginning
Conflicts of interests is all I’m winning?
Omg, what kind of game is this
My power and trophy, how did I miss
People, their choices put me here
An apology? Lol, Sorry my dear
Vice-versa, my aftermath, fear!
In conclusion, I’m pissed because
Planning for this , I never was
So whatever I do, life does.
For what I was pissed by
I do not know
Or care for that matter
The Dare
More of a challenge really
testing your pride & confidence
At that moment I spoke of the Dare
I had no position in the outcome
ending here or there
Accepted
proving pride and confidence
ending over there
Minutes passed
Nothing really to remember
for years and years
Slowly through the seconds
so gradually
as if the sun had rose
there was sunshine
shining over my skin
a new warmth and comfort had come over me
In that moment
it was cemented in me
only to fade away 6 feet under ground
ever so...ever so...slowly
Look deep and hard
Into my eyes.
What do you see?
Neither pain, nor demise.
The burning hatred
Like fire inside
Heats up the very beast tonight.
Play coy.
Pretend it's fake.
Show all.
This is just a game.
When the time comes,
You wont be laughing.
When the time comes,
You wont be smiling.
In the distance,
There will be a scream.
Not of joy,
But pain and suffering.
This little game
You tried to play.
It got tried, weak.
Now your worst fears are here.
Be prepared.
I am no angel.
I'm not a devil.
Play me as a fool,
I use you like a tool.
I'll watch you cry.
Hurt. Bleed inside.
Watch thepain shine through your
very eyes.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one laughing.
Yes, in the end
I will be the one smiling.
While you risen so high, off your
stubborness and pride.
I'll enjoy every second
When you fall
Weak as you lost it all.
Your game is up.
Enjoy this bringing of hell.
For.. It's my turn now.
I'm pissed off,
Cause someone pissed in,
My breakfast cereal...
Most uncool,
Just one spoonful,
I'd be a fool...
Yellowish milk?
Not for me....
I may have pissed someone off,
But colors I still see...
Wait a minute,
When I was out....
Did the Bad Girls Club,
Stop by?....No doubt....
They're "pissed off"
About my poem about their show...
As far as I'm concerned,
That show must go...
No more untended meals,
Refrigerator I'll lock...
Hermatically sealed kitchen,
Around the clock,
I'll post guards,
If I must,
To keep them out,
I'll have to trust,
That in the end,
I wont find out,
One is a boyfriend.
My adopted son Michael
Left Sunday to go fight this war
I'm wrapping up some loose ends
There's so much more
Mike owes his step dad money
for a car in which the engine is now blown
I can't keep it here with me
So I asked Ed to pick up what he rightfully owns
The swearing came
Full blast over my phone
Unbelievable profanity
From this mans heartless tone
Where is that a--hole!
He still owes $900 dollars!
I don't need the f---ing car!
He just kept up the hollers
Sir, please pick up your car
You have the title from what I know
I don't know when Mike is coming back
If you don't, it will have to be towed
I'll ring his lieing F---ing neck
A--hole owes me, I want the s--t when he gets out
I'm not f---ing taking a f---ing car
He was just a solid continuous shout
This is why Mike
Is my stepson I do believe
And now he's fighting for my right
To kick his step dads a-- if him I see
I said "I know it's not right
But the car belongs to you.
Thank you for your time.
I'm sure he hates you too"
That is why he is MY son!
I’m pissed
See the fire burn
Up the wasted lips kissed
Taking my breath
Like fists
Punching my lungs
Till no airs left
And I feel no shame
From the death of the sun
See the sky rain
My anger reigns
I cant explain
The boiling fire
Of the rage that turns
Like a pyre that burns
Within my minds eye
No room to cry
For I cant resist
And my soul no longer
Wants to deny
I’m pissed...
That was a massive wild pig indeed,
by a young Alabama boy shot dead,
but he should have let it live instead.
I feel so embarrassed and offended -
the poor animal's name was Fred!
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