Tagged: poem #31
Anger Revealed
Sometimes I want to burn them all, to wash away all the dirt beneath their dirty feet, make them fall and fall, from the cliffs; into waters underneath. Anger is my God! I pray...
Electric Sparks
Poem Slowly waking, one by one, A hive of glowing fireflies: I watch them burning to life Wondering what dreams they’re dreaming What each one is thinking Alone in his glowing cell; Bright...