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.
You would never defeat the monster,
but you can relegate him to a lesser,
even meaningless place in your life.
He is a part of you for a reason.
Sometimes when we erupt it saves
our lives, or more importantly, the lives
of some innocent.
So, he has a part to play, give the devil
his due, let him repose unused in a corner.
An excellent story. You have solved the
'riddle.
My rating------ 100 %
I loved this, it's absolutely amazing how you portrayed accepting the darker part of yourself (or even something worse than that). This captivated me, amazing job here.
Ah, I really REALLY like this.
I read it over a few times and each time I grew fonder of it.
"Breathe the fire he shares.
Spit it out your mouth like a bit of tasteless dessert,
a bitter morsel of sin."
That part reminds me of some situations I've been in.
Excellent write!
-Elissa :)
i absolutely love the concept of this piece. straightforward, almost counsellor-esque style here.
like a how-to guide on survival when you have something so chaotic within.
i could relate to this in my own way and you have a lot of wisdom here.
"Let wrath dance along your fingertips,
across your palms and up your trembling arms,
but never dance for him" - this is my favorite stanza. only thing i would suggest is "let HIS wrath dance..." as i feel it connects more with "never dance for HIM".
You would never defeat the monster,
but you can relegate him to a lesser,
even meaningless place in your life.
He is a part of you for a reason.
Sometimes when we erupt it saves
our lives, or more importantly, the lives
of some innocent.
So, he has a part to play, give the devil
his due, let him repose unused in a corner.
An excellent story. You have solved the
'riddle.
My rating------ 100 %
This was BEAUTIFUL! so so so beautiful,
you have exceptional personification;
"Let wrath dance along your fingertips,"
you really got me thinking on this one.
very well done! adding to my favorites!
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