Rage

My eyes are spinning a wreck
And my heart is reeling the deck
I’ve become spider
And i’ve got you in my web
Or its the other way around
I need you to get out of my head
I’m possesed
I’m scared i’ll do something I regret
I’ve never hated like this before
But looking back there are plenty
That left me hurting, hung out to dry, empty
Yet you fuel my ire like no other.
I dont get it, i’m not a violent man
But i see you or hear you and there is this silent violence exploding inside, blasting me to shreds.
I’ve heard it all now
Let it go
Forgive
It hurts you more than it does him.
But my mind has become inflamed with rage
and this beast that has grown is shaking at my ribs
Like i’m a cage
I resist but that only makes it stronger
And if I stop, i’m scared of this fuckin’ monster
What if he runs unleashed, stops grinding down my teeth and gets into my fists
What if i go on screaming, frothing at the mouth
And never stop till i drop dead
what if i let go of this muzzle and he tears into you
God, i’m Frankenstien
I’ve seen it now
I’ve created a monster
I’ve seen him
In the mirror
rolling boulders down my face
Little parts of me, chipped away

I wrote this a few months ago while feelimg extremely bitter and angry, I wrote this to get it all out then pushed it aside. Was reading through some of my latest attempts to write to see if i couuld find any lines to inspire something to write when i found this and thought, nah i’ll keept it as is so here it is.

Only read this if you’re angry: Another semantic satiation experiment

Only read this if you’re angry

If you’re not, this may tickle your brain into
Semantic satiation
Semantic satiation

Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.

The only world that still fills

Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
The only word that still thrills
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate

hate. hate. hate. hate
hate till it means nothing
hate till it means nothing
hate till it means nothing
it always means something
the word can’t be satiated
hate can’t be satiated


The stallion and the misunderstood

Do you know what it’s like to feel like
At any given moment, they’ll take away your rights?
When all these people keep on arguing on either side
and you’re just trying to keep from dying inside
trying to be unknown
in a landscape of hatred
keeping to the edges
I used to think I hung around these places
cause I wanted to be alone
but now I think I was pushed
pushed to the side

Sometimes I think I’m strong
but mostly, I just think I’m wrong
my stomach churning with all the news
as they preach to all the masses in their pews
I laugh at their ignorance
and then it all burns in my lungs
their fingers pointing to all of us
and I hear their teeth clash as they speak
hungry for the blood rushing to my head
and I think of the look in that horse’s eye
tangled in barbed wire, the flare of the nostrils
as fear curdled his blood
and I think we are brothers in blood
The stallion and the misunderstood

In reflection, Dr Frankenstein

Keep me contained
between these beats
A contortionist
building a face
to hide the beast

Slither and writhe
under the sheets
our teeth, they grind
tongue twisted and tied

Bursting through button spines
a bloody ritual to feast the eyes
monsters created to mortify
preachers spitting to mobilise
they ‘hate’ it but, it’s time to crucify

In reflection, Dr Frankenstein
A slippery slope
phallic dream
another monster to contain
why have chains without a mob to entertain?

The immortal fight

A ribbon of smoke billowed an apology between them
Hostility temporarily suspended
As they eyed one another from behind their cherry lit ends
the deer head peered upon the silence
that smeared the air between them
The saxophone mere white noise
unable to penetrate the moment
Only turning their heads from one another
to watch her feet burdened in high heels
as she walked towards the one she chose
which wasn’t either of them
Their nostrils flared
and behind gritted teeth they faked pleasantries
Before taking it outside in the street
Noses cracked and busted lips
Hatred snaking through cigarette mist
Till the bobby comes on the beat
To resume assumed peace