You spit in my face
about how you don't trust me
but you consistently
scream through your memes
about all the ways I could be.
I'm sorry that my potential
is currently still nothing but rubble
which upsets all who come near.
How I want to tear through the attic
of an abandoned house
and kick all the spirits away-
Because demons don't scare me
unless they're the demons that pervade
inside my own cavities.
I fear no devil
or malicious spirit,
for as pretty as historic houses come
I'm not amused with the sight
of a high rent or
a neighborhood which,
despite the pretty pictures
one could reproduce
from such a sight,
is ultimately a money-sucking humdrum.
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
