I am the rage
Posted: May 20th, 2007, 4:17 pm
I am the rage of indecision
whose gaping ineptitudes cloud my vision
leave me spoiled
paused in the middle
I spin
headless top popping
syrupy grin
I am the rage of innocence lost
flailing intermittent wailing
baby in the cross-hairs
flowers and butterflies
and rainbow gossamers
targeted regret
I am the rage of silence
fuming flaming aim misguided
stifling disruptive internal blast
twiddling tendency to
self guess
implode
I am the rage of temptation
hot-blooded sexual tension
mind numbed vexation
my spirit come undone
fuck me
I am the rage of completely inhibited
bound by my own
sense of what's right
tie me and gag me
tag me responsible
blame to the blameless
scream out in the night
I am the rage of my own self discipline
I can't count the times
I've pointed fingers at me
I am the rage of myself on the page
struggling roiling
temperature boiling
my lid of restraint about ready to pop
I am the rage of the picture of certainty
my colors all running
like tears they won't stop
I am the rage
quieted
by soft voice and smile
calmed for awhile
I am the rage
self consuming
piled high I smolder
in my own contempt
whose gaping ineptitudes cloud my vision
leave me spoiled
paused in the middle
I spin
headless top popping
syrupy grin
I am the rage of innocence lost
flailing intermittent wailing
baby in the cross-hairs
flowers and butterflies
and rainbow gossamers
targeted regret
I am the rage of silence
fuming flaming aim misguided
stifling disruptive internal blast
twiddling tendency to
self guess
implode
I am the rage of temptation
hot-blooded sexual tension
mind numbed vexation
my spirit come undone
fuck me
I am the rage of completely inhibited
bound by my own
sense of what's right
tie me and gag me
tag me responsible
blame to the blameless
scream out in the night
I am the rage of my own self discipline
I can't count the times
I've pointed fingers at me
I am the rage of myself on the page
struggling roiling
temperature boiling
my lid of restraint about ready to pop
I am the rage of the picture of certainty
my colors all running
like tears they won't stop
I am the rage
quieted
by soft voice and smile
calmed for awhile
I am the rage
self consuming
piled high I smolder
in my own contempt