random bonus addition journal entry

Aug 08, 2003 11:56

i wrote a poem while i registered for classes this morning.

Damn

Channel your emotions
Take your emotions
And damn them
Go on and ban them
Flood gates, timed debates
Turning over your crates
Well, if you want to hurt me
It’s already been done, feel free
You do a pretty good job of it, too
Maybe that’s why I need you the way I do
I’m angry and I can’t control it
Don’t try to save me- I didn’t ask you to patrol it
Let me be angry, let me go
Let the dammed rivers be loose to let flow
I want to scream for a little while
Cut loose to get nasty and maybe a bit vile
And then I’ll tell you what I really think
No white lies, or the truth, the lie, and the little wink
I don’t have the energy to care about being nice
You ask me to take a swing and I won’t dare to think twice
I might just take you out
I might just show you what I’m all about
If you want to live, and really live
Forget this petty lazy passive-aggressive
Drive me crazy, working regressive
Save your games and save your etiquette
Speak your mind and tell me about it
If I love you, I’ll love you when you’re mad
The fire in your eyes; I don’t think it’s so bad
Put a little passion in your stride
There’s no place for your anger to hide
Before it starts emerging as pathetic
Apathetic, copasetic, anesthetic
Sometimes it’s better to just let it rip
When there’s no ledge to get your grip
Free fall, bring it all, tear down that wall
Sometimes hate isn’t such a strong word
Rage isn’t some sort of lunatic’s absurd
Am I so bad because I’m not afraid?
To own up to my hatred and rage
I’m driving with my hand on the horn
I’m holding strangers in contempt with scorn
I’m filled with salty, sour, bitter
You don’t know how much they fit her
I’m impatient and rash and very abrupt
You try to contest and I say “so what?”
I’m rude-well back off dude
Get out, step down
I don’t need you around
So let’s get mad, let’s get ridiculous
Let’s be outspoken and get to the bottom of this
I’m so sick of being polite
Just let me fight
I’ll be alright if I could just
Fill something up with disgust
That’s not my own gut
So I want to get rid of it
If you come up short, I’ll lend you some passion
I use it like it’s all the fashion
I’m flailing, I’m yelling, I’m jumping up and down
I’m swimming in this place that I used to drown
Consumed in the bounded ocean of wrath
I’ll release the damn and I'll draw my bath.
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