"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.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all i want is honesty, look me in the eye and tell me truth...good or bad.

but don't sugar coat it...and don't lie...

i am a 60's idealist...i am different and i know that...i often feel i don't fit into this New society..

i am a fish out of water...flopping around on a land i am so unfamiliar with...

i related to this poem, perhaps in a different way...but i related.

jacob

[Mark]

Not sure I completely understand your critique, but thanks for reading Jacob. I always appreciate your stopping by.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i just meant i have been an outcast, much like i see the speaker in this poem---

[Mark]

Ahh...Thank you....I appreciate the clarity.

[Michael X]

Graphic yet well defined, emotionally visual insight, the ravaging of the psyche,
there is a lot to this poems, layers and layers, it's a well written piece.

[Mark]

Thank you for your kind words, and I not only admire, but truly appreciate your insight. Normally I don't solicit reads but the other day you asked. Thanks!

[Em]

I really enjoyed this.
So excited you put up more of your work!

[Mark]

: ) Thank you!

[Em]

welcome

[Mark]

You're very encouraging, I appreciate that!

[Em]

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