Concentrate on the monster.
Let him live in you,
but politely refuse when he attempts to take over.
Don't be blinded by the power he so deftly tries to woo you with.
Breathe the fire he shares.
Spit it out your mouth like a bit of tasteless dessert,
a bitter morsel of sin.
Let wrath dance along your fingertips,
across your palms and up your trembling arms,
but never dance for him.
Match this beast blow for blow
and you'll find you can control him.
Keep him in your snare while he straightens your back
and makes all foes appear spineless.
Love him as you would a spoiled child
whose selfish shrieks pierce your peaceful ears.
Passionately become one with the anger,
as a lover, for he'll seduce you.
He loves you too.
He loves when your hair stands on end,
when your shivering hands clench tightly into fists.
Rage is a monster who might treat your body well, if you let it.
His red eyes match your own,
his clever words and philosophies cannot be resisted for long.
Concentrate, let him live on in you
and when he tries to take over show him you have power of your own,
that you won't be needing his for very long.
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Excellent!
Amazingly written, such a lovely piece. I love it!
.. and I definately agree with Pretera;
"Let wrath dance along your fingertips,
across your palms and up your trembling arms,
but never dance for him."
.. amazing!
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Ohmahgoodness.
When the hell did you write this?! It's so good!
This poem reminds me of the seven deadly sins, but you've only used a few of them here... this is such a sarcastic piece, in my opinion.
You're very good with imagery, and I find myself picturing every little detail... like,
"Let wrath dance along your fingertips,
across your palms and up your trembling arms,
but never dance for him."
(Favorite lines, btw.)
I think everyone has a monster inside them, some are just better at hiding him.
Brilliant piece.
If you ever stop writing, I think I'll kill you <3
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