Anger Poems by New Members

Anger holds me like the ribcage holds the heart,
Like the vines strangle the trees,
Like the prison suffocates the sinner,
Like the conscience that eats at the guilty,
Like the banks enslave the river.
Taunting me to defeat,
Choking me till I can't breathe.

But ever notice those famous singers that been around forever. 
They have been there since you were young and were maybe 
forced to listen to them by an older sibling. 

You have listened to them so long they seep into your head 
and take root.  So now when they are played on the old time 
radio..  You enjoy the old tunes.  Though you faintly seem 
to remember when you were younger and not that big into it. 

Like I told a friend once...."You know you're getting old 
when you start understanding and appreciating Mellon camp." ...

If I cry alone,
am I like the tree
falling in the forest?

the one that

if there's no-one to hear it

then does it make a sound?

Does pain have a voice?
Or a shape,
Or a form?

And if it does,
Is it the shape
Of a tear drop?

And if a tear drops
Where does it go?
Does it still exist?

And if pain has a voice
Is it a sob,
a cry in the dark?

And if I cry alone,

Then no-one will hear it,



And if no-one hears it


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