Violence.

I want to rage;

I want to beat my fists against walls,

cut my lips on tightened fists,

I want to scream.

 

I want to awaken the awful in me,

to break open the evil and vicious

and call out the monster I can be.

 

I want to forget this world, forget

the b***h I loathe who has got it

better--you know the one--with all

her pretty friends, and great adventures,

I want to bruise her ego and then make

her skin crawl.

 

I hate you.

I hate this.

I hate it all.

 

I want violence in the sweetest way,

with maddening symphonies and waves

of pure rage.

 

I want this to go my way.

Even if I have to smash against it,

to make that happen.

 

The beast is set free; hell has a new name.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

Wow.
This is incredibly powerful and moving.

"I want to rage;
I want to beat my fists against walls,
cut my lips on tighten fists,
I want to scream.

I want to awaken the awful in me,
to break open the evil and vicious
and call out the monster I can be."

Those first two stanza are my favorite... amazing!.

[Tree]

Damn. This was AWFUL ...good.

[Scratch]

This is simply beautiful. There is something strangely and horrifyingly alluring about violence. We all have a darkness within us, a monster eager to be unleashed and nurtured with all violence have to offer. I think that this poem effectively captured that concept. I think, on a basic level, everyone can relate to the odd desire to set free the beast within; this speaks to me on deep level.

Keep up the good work.

[Rick Puetter]

Wow! That's anger at life. I can hear all the pent up rage. Why is this so hard? Why do others have it so easy and talk of life with such a carefree air, when life can be hard as you have experienced it? It is almost as if they don't get it. They're in a different world.

I hear the passion. You write it well. Another beautiful piece. I don't even know how I might comment on improving this poem. The words flow from your heart. Meaning is clear and unobstructed from view.

Kind regards!

Rick

[Dawn Jones]

I love this. How often do we envy so much that our humanity turns to rage and the beast within writhes for its freedom? But yiou are the traveler pretty lady. You are the one with sweet adventures and I am sure there is greatness in your future. What greatness does this 'b***h' have to look forward to? Old age? The fading of her perfect world? Where as you have so much room to grow and become amazing. You write so well. I love you angel.