"Somethings Burning"....

The fires of aggression have been burned into my soul,

Burning deep within my conscience, they've left a gaping hole.

They all too often smolder, then suddenly burst aflame,

Then just as quickly disappear, and vanish from whence they came.

Some people call it willful, and some just call it pride,

While others call it skillful, but I think their mind is fried.

For deep inside my cortex, that layer inside my brain,

You see, when it's handed bullshit, it causes me great pain!

Now, I know the noble thing to do, is just accept the load,

But, because of how I'm wired, I tend to just explode!

So I become the outcast demon, who simply doesn't fit,

Owing to the fact that I'm allergic to your s**t.

You shouldn't take it personal, for it's not you, it's me,

I pretty much have been like this, since about the age of three.

So the next time I get angry, just ask yourself and think,

Did the last few words you spoke to me, possess a funny stink?

                                                                                                                                                                © 2013 Mark Stitz

Reviews

[Pete Langley]

You have a clarity of thought I envy, Mark - and the literate ability and imagination to articulate it. But enough of this stuffshirt waffle!!!
This is a fine poem, mate. Immoderate anger is a burden. I know, I`ve carried it. The problem is, as soon as you raise your voice you lose the argument, raise the temperature and invite alienation. The trick is to channel it and use it sparingly, but this only comes with age and experience - and then some! P.

[Mark]

Pete, you saw this completely for what it was and is, and furthermore you do me great justice by understanding the the crux of the entire situation that inspired this write. If I could only be so understood by all! Thank you much!

[Pete Langley]

I`m just a smartass (or in proper English smartarse!)
Take no notice.

[Writer #00]

Who says poets can't bluntly write about unbridled anger. Just to make sure I understood this... one of the things that angers you is false/useless/so-overly-complicated-it-might-as-well-be-meaningless information/ideas people feed your brain? Nice poem. I'm sure you've reached a common audience. : )

000100/100

[Mark]

Not exactly, I normally just try not to deal with others issues, but sometimes life gives one no choice.Thanks for reading

[Writer #00]

I can relate...sort of. Thanks for clarifying...still a nice poem.

[Shy Girl]

I love how you metaphored flames...fire...mind...words...feelings of how what others say is combustable and true within yourself.

I too envy the ease in which you convey the hurt but stand proud and spit back the embers they ignite with a voice few would be able to challenge. Respect is the word I would give for this piece. :)

[Mark]

I am flattered by such a review. Thank you so much for your kind words.

[Shy Girl]

You're so very welcome. I enjoyed the spirit and Umph to the soul in which I read within this "if only I could do that" piece (and I do mean that literally) Thank you so very much for sharing :)

[Nicholas McCoy]

Oh man this is hilarious, I too have an uncontrollable urge to lose my patience when faced with BS hahah. Fun poem, good job

[Mark]

Thanks very much.

[Muse]

okay..that was funny! Not everybody bs can smell like roses. lol

I'm guilting of the same thing...people who annoy me...I practically chew my tongue off in the process of being in their presence...but I keep my ill-hearted feelings to myself...while I'm self-inflicting injury.

But sometimes...at some point... you just gotta blow.....enuff is enuff.

[Mark]

Oh, but that's the whole point! For so long I would blow my top, these days I try and take things much more in stride, trust me it doesn't always work, but I try

[Muse]

I seldom blow...I just wait for a quiet time to cry...yup that's why woman cry...lol

[catofjade]

Hey, I laughed out loud, for real,
At your syncopated zeal
In describing the reason for your peal
Of angry-ness when others dis
And as far as a gapin' hole burnt right through ya
I'm handin' this tape an' Krazy Glue right to ya
Just remember a little dab'll do ya
And don't seal it with a kiss!
Now ya gots me curious and curiouser
So I must apply the cure that's surious, Sir;
'Cuz nuttin' else will be enuf,
I gots to go 'n' read maw of yo stuff!!

[Mark]

Well, thanks for taking the time, and for a great review.

[Lily Mae]

I can feel the vent and the release is all good.. The last line makes you not just feel your passion with it all it makes you question yourself as in.. have we as the readers ever been the one that delivered the funny stink.. xo so thank you for sharing..x

[Mark]

I wrote this poem after I was really pissed off and in my mind I didn't
Just want it to be a rant I wanted the question, as it's relatively easy to just get pissed off, but to question why and resolve it with somebody, is a deeper issue. Thank you for your critique.

[Lily Mae]

Well good luck..xo

[Mark]

Thanks

[Purplerose]

Wow! Nice smooth vent. :)

[Mark]

Thank you very much! Thats exactly what it was!

[Kitt]

Great job. This flowed quite nicely.

[Mark]

Thank you very much!