Teen Poetry #9 |
Blaze-point Control |
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since 2009-05-30
Posts 222Oregon |
Walking on the edge of knives, ever-present, ever-there. Waiting for the fire to spike; waiting for the flame to flare. The anger that I've long suppressed, the fury that I push away, comes crawling back on knees of pain, that wash the ice of calm away. Carefully, methodically, I try to quell the rising flood, of anger, fury, red-hot fires; the rampant boiling in my blood. Oops, too late! You saw it there; you saw through my cool disguise. The one that no one else sees through; hiding under jade-laced eyes. I don't know how, don't know why you're the only one who finds the hole in the armor made to fight the world; the minute flaws in my control. I need to center, find my core; the single place that unchains me- the vertex point that you can't find- to fix my shattered effigy. Quick as lightning, flashing down, the frightening anger that you saw, is frozen; ice-bound, trapped inside, the wait another fiery thaw. [This message has been edited by UNTAMEDelegance (02-23-2010 12:56 PM).] |
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