RAGE RANT

Anger is my first defense cutting to the bone

frustrated defeat my ultimate agnonizing destiny

integral denial and self-loathing my forte

stubborn resistance of reality my downfall

 hostile  anxiety demands abundant repeats

I've no patience for these horrid memories

flashbacks and body reminders totally despair me

the dance is strained beyond the steps I recall 

 game so confusing, feelings of worthlessness and shame

Constant feedback from the past on automatic pilot

destructive labored nightmares a constant pattern

devastating enamored false illusions of safety

ravaging any and all sanity beyond reparation

Wreckage strewn about in the mind and soul

deceptive appearance signifies first impression

delve deeper and the laborious crust is a falsehood

covering the plague of annihilation and mistrust

At the center lies the stricken casualties of wounded

bleeding from the core without any recourse or cure

wishing for it all to be a bad dream and waken from repulsion

hoping for the normalcy of life's vibrancy to be resumed

Without hesitation it's not death that I fear 

it's the dying inside of my being and what's left aside

waiting for a restored spirit to soar and itself redeem

to overcome this absolute mind f*****g...

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

You're starting to sound more like me than me, not in a literary sense but a mental sense...this is not unlike how I felt yesterday...yesterday was a bad day and it's too early to tell if today will be better, though I think it will be...I can usually tell early in a day how I'm gonna do the rest of that day ;P Btw, this piece is too poetic to be a rant :P

[Frieda P]

OH geez, now I'm really scared. When you spill your guts all over the page, I consider that a rant, well, it felt that to me anyway, but thanks for your kind words. You'll be alright today xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha you're probably right, I just have this habit of associating a rant with a hissy fit...obviously this is much more than that ;P xoxo

[Frieda P]

If you're breaking dishes whilst writing does that fit the bill? ;-P

[kublakhan27]

I've spent a lot of money on dishes through the course of my life...anything within reach on a bad day is fair game for me...I hope things have cooled off by the time you read this ;P

[Frieda P]

Ha yes, I found this great dollar store, I buy them out of their plates every time, the guy always looks at me weird but never asks! ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha yeah sometimes people just know o_o

[KAOlmsted]

I was seething through this entire read, I can just imagine how you felt during the write. Great work.

[Horizon K.]

Totally raw... Brave.
Dark from the inside escaping onto a page.
Hopefully they, once out, can be locked into this virtual space.
and have peace instead of rage...

[InsanityWriter]

Powerful. I have no other words for this other then that, and Amazing and Beautiful. :) Great work.

[Frieda P]

Muchly appreciated Skittles ;-)

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads like anger to me. Great work Frieda

[Frieda P]

You got that part eh? Thanks Baby....

[Kaylor Mason]

Sounds like you are, truly, screwed

[Relic]

"Wreckage strewn about in the mind and soul." This poem to me is like a nightmare from a dream. I can't help but see the image of flotsam floating on the sea for miles. I imagine it drifting for years and years as small pieces land on distant shores. And there, unnoticable to those walking by, the words--help, on each small fragment.

The "mind f*****g" is the turbulent sea within you catching the pieces that are still adrift in tidal pools; entrapments that never allow closure. Writing is somewhat of a catharsis for people in such situations, though I have not worn your shoes so I can not make that statement without saying it in a state of unsurity.

I've always wondered how you've been able to write so prolifically and now it's possible I may have discovered a clue. I joined this site a while ago and it still surprises me when I discover so many woman I know here that have been abused or raped in the past. It is a violation of the mind, indeed, and to me it is abominable, disgraceful and detestable.

I have no answers and wouldn't be foolish enough to offer any. I can only wish that you are someday at peace in some way with your own thoughts.

This poem is the opening of a personal book from a woman that touches many here on WC and it's as truthful as it gets. Good writing Freida.

[Frieda P]

Your review is like poetry itself Relic, thanks so much for your thoughtfulness and kind review, much appreciated.

[Relic]

Welcome.

[Deuces]

OMG (I rarely ever use the term, OMG by the way)
but damn... this looks like it's written by me. I'll be checking out all of your writing as a result! This anger and mindfucking consumes me a lot. Especially the mindfucking part. And the death? That's no worry. It's the torture leading up to it.

Awesome! 100/100

[Frieda P]

You read me so well Cyntax...thanks for this awesome review.

[Deuces]

Pleasure is always mine.

[writing mojo]

I see you wrote this in red
read between the lines...good stuff

[Frieda P]

With flames from the pen of hell, yes! Thanks mojo.

[Lily Mae]

It's like you unzipped the suit of these feelings down.. walked out of them for a moment and observed. In your wanting to be free of the mindfucking your time spent outside of that suit will be longer and longer.. until you no longer want to wear it.. I only say this because of my own wardrobe ...xo It's time to soar..xo

[Frieda P]

Always love to hear your thoughts on this dear Lily, I only hope I can shed that wardrobe as well as you have one day soon, thanks so much for your kind thoughts, much appreciated. xo