fury
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They pushed me to awaken the giant within, little did they know they pushed past the limit....now a MONSTER on their trail! Thank you for giving me to the ashes and pepper.
Fury comes when least expected
Usually triggered by your unaccepted
Heart and soul, your person itself
And knowing that you are below someone else
I am a fallen angel,
Darkness is my garment,
And fury is my weapon.
I was once wreathed in light,
And I did the bidding of my master.
Quiet in its blooming,
Branching thoughts of wisdom,
Soft petals cascade.
In lavender and gentle pinks.
Then soul crushing blues,
sweep the garden,
petals peacefully cascading no more,
My emotions belong in a cage,
Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage.
If I ever let them show, let them out, they’ll raise hell,
For the vultures, they ring the dinner bell,
The woman's tears were beautiful; the rarest things tend to be. The less a fragile soul is seen, the more tender and sweet it seems.
How strange
That hands so gentle could touch with such fury
And damage so intensely.
How strange
That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many
SO tenderly.
How strange
[I've never been one for screaming. But when something hurts deeply, I chastise for hours -- albeit at a normal volume.]
These instincts betray me.
The good nature I try to uphold
I could see that pain and hatred in your eyes
The moment she spurned you as childish and unwise.
I know how it feels to be scorned and chastised.
I know how it feels to go against those baptized.
Dear Demons,
I believe that passion and fury
are equivalent to playing with fire.
That these fires are unforgiving,
and inextinguishable.
In fact, I just so happen to be a
pyromaniac.
An abyss filled with endless flames and fury,
holds the power to destroy everything to the ashes
Nothing but charcoal and embers remain,
shakes the ground with furious tantrums
It stings deep inside
Though it reveals itself
As righteous anger
Or perhaps
A blind fury
Is more accurate
Your blood roars
With the urge
To inflict pain
Only later
Blood pulsing in your veins
Feral growls passing through
Eyebrows knit together
All aimed at you
Limbs quaking with anger
Hands curl into fists
Shaking to slam one
Into a wall
A floor
Sly glittering eyes
Feathers all around
More cunning than wise
Being without sound
Hunter in disguise
Blue fire eternal
Fear
Black and cold as an evil man’s heart
Courses through the veins of all who experience the unknown
Struck like an icy hard bell in the dead of winter, cold pulse reverberating off every stone wall
Fear
After tears comes fury
Rage, simple and true
Tears are everything women are supposed to be
Weak and powerless
Prone to emotional outbursts
Unable to defend herself
But when the tears are gone
