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missnarcissistsworld · 11 months

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In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.

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traumatic-wildrose · 1 month

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We are not the same

Your perception of our shared encounter,

The lies you tell yourself

I embrace the anger, the pain

Learning to grow from the hate

You hide it away

Pretending like it never happened

While you hurt those around you

Because your soul still bleeds

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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month

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Responsibility

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My legs shake

With effort.

Sweat dripping down my back.

Heavy breathing,

Barely able to stand.

I look up for you,

But you're not there.

You're never fucking

There.

I hear your laughter in the distance,

Relaxed.

My chest contorts with anger

And pity.

I guess I'll brush myself off,

And get back to work.

Once my legs stop shaking,

Of course.

x

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agirlwithanillheart · 7 months

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They call me mad,

They call me crazy,

My anger is evident and my vision is hazy.

Scars on my ankles from being pulled down into the muck of angry men.

Never even got an apology, so it all burrows under my skin and encourages the fire.

Now I speak with flames and you all are to blame,

And rage grows over my skin, like ivy over rotting wood.

I’ve bled myself dry to prove I’m not nothing,

But now I’m nothing but an angry, cold woman.

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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Revolt of the angels

The revolt of the angels starts a war

That sweeps through lands that never fought before.

It sets on fire everyone’s soul

Like coal in a train’s engine with one goal;

To run over everyone in its track

And turn all its enemy into a snack

That satiates the hunger of the poor

And puts in place the people with delusions of grandeur.

Angels are the last to revolt as they know violence can only be their last resort.

This poem was inspired by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound

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artistic-pussy-power · 2 months

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to make monsters of women

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vampysmusings · 3 days

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‧₊˚✧from my collection of poems and prose✧˚₊‧

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really-shitty-poetry · 1 month

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Consume me.

Go ahead, try and take all I am.

Try to suffocate me with petals and thorns.

Try to make me into something palatable

Something pretty

Something easy-to-swallow.

I hope you choke.

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missnarcissistsworld · 1 year

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I is what I call filth-

My blood is muddy,

My heart is black,

My mind is rotten,

My emotions are broken,

My tears are ink,

My words are poison,

My looks screams evil,

My eyes black sea,

My hair is merely weeds,

My nails are blade,

My skin is steel,

And yet you choose to love me still.

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nervous-like-a-wild-dog · 5 months

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11-30 12:09pm

I lay with my rotted regrets

Bent nails and broken hearts

Shift through simple solicitors

And foster my hatred for lovers

Many in number and few in importance

I await a purpose

Please touch and then push me away

So I can learn what it truly means to be a tool

Left to rust in an abandoned shed

With little use besides an easy job done

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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month

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Indifferent

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I hate that I trusted you.

I hate how desperately I tried

To claw my way under your skin.

How pathetically I fought,

For one more night.

The hours I spent,

Begging for another minute.

I hate that I'm crying,

Over absolutely nothing.

When I was perfectly fine

Being lonely,

Before you appeared.

I hope you enjoyed being another name,

Another reason,

Another disgraceful excuse for passion,

Another laughable, pitiful memory-

Because you'll never get the chance again.

x

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agirlwithanillheart · 23 days

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am i enough to lure him in?

can i be the siren you see as a lost sailor at sea?

i’ll make you need me. i’ll rip your heart out and make you fall apart

i see the shallow sands of a man

and i call his name till he follows in

till he’s far from land, far from his men

and when he sees the monster i am, it’ll be too late, for he knows his inevitable fate.

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aseelayelia99 · 6 months

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Am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

Do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

Our planet is burning up and our politicians are arguing if there is heat.

Natural disasters are everywhere yet many aren’t sure if the ground is shaking under their feet.

Thousands are dying yet we question if their death is real,

as we doom scroll through our socials and see our faves score a new brand deal.

With one fist they collect our money and with the other they drain our blood,

as they fire those who dare to speak and drag their names through the mud.

The American dream has turned into an American nightmare we can’t wake up from,

yet our politicians turn down the volume of our suffering and beat the war’s drums.

am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

This poem was initiated by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound and inspired by the state of the world that we are in.

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traumatizeddfox · 1 year

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aseelayelia · 6 months

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Addicted to Tragedy

Am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

Do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

Our planet is burning up and our politicians are arguing if there is heat.

Natural disasters are everywhere yet many aren’t sure if the ground is shaking under their feet.

Thousands are dying yet we question if their death is real,

as we doom scroll through our socials and see our faves score a new brand deal.

With one fist they collect our money and with the other they drain our blood,

as they fire those who dare to speak and drag their names through the mud.

The American dream has turned into an American nightmare we can’t wake up from,

yet our politicians turn down the volume of our suffering and beat the war’s drums.

am I addicted to tragedy, or is the tragedy addicted to me?

do I look for the wreckage, or is the wreckage all I can see?

The writing prompt of @betweenthetimeandsound inspired this poem

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dear-older-brother · 4 months

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And when you narrow it all down

Sift through all the memories

You’re still the only one of your kind

You’re a rarity that is met with distain

You cannot scrub the shame away

The pigment left behind

From your foul blood

Is a constant reminder

That you are not the same

You are not welcome here

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