Arctic
monstrosity
slithers like a serpent,
enveloping all that obstructs
its path.
Seeping
relentlessly into breaches,
seeking out sentience,
eager to end
us all.
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Cinquain
Feathered Brushstrokes
Feathered
Brushstrokes flutter across the sky,
Traveling on a breeze,
Destination
Unknown.
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Fading
Fleeting
Recollection,
Your face fading away.
I remember your touch, your voice,
Your kiss…
But my memory betrays me
When I try to conjure
Any vision
Of you.
Toxic
Toxic
Yet glorious
A bipolar conflict
Spellbound and revolted by your
Venom
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The 7 Deadly Sins ~ Day 4, Wrath
I knew I would struggle with this one. I don’t handle anger well. I would walk a thousand miles to avoid confrontation. There have been more than a few who have invoked my rage and never knew it. I don’t “clear the air”. I just walk away, usually forever.
Being near the contempt of others, even if not directed at me, also causes me a great deal of anxiety. It fills me with a sense of losing control. The angry are much too unpredictable. I like to know that I can regulate my surroundings. Wrath takes that security from me.
Vengeance is my enemy. Not surprisingly, I didn’t feel like confronting my enemy today. I wrote this about a bitter man, an abusive alcoholic. It is based on reality, but not my reality.
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Havoc
In a shot glass
Demons await release
He consumes it; it consumes him
Blind rage
Regret
Need to forget
The drinking never stops
Because the drinks absolve his sins
Stalemate
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Shout out to “The Bravery” for the inspiration found within the lyrics of their song “Believe”.
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