Poetry By Me

Emotions

Emotions are weapons

Small and -dare I say- irrelevant ones,

Such as bordom 

Are bland emotions we all feel

But they don't control our lives.

They just exist.

These are the LEGO bricks and the thumb taks

In the weapon world.

They are small and only cause

Little to no amounts of pain.

Then we have the emotions

That aren't big but relevant

Such as embarrassment

These are the knives and throwing stars.

They can do damage

but not nearly as much 

As the bullets and grenades.

These are such emotions

As pride, anxiety, and envy

They can only cause great pain if you let it,

And some are better

At staying calm then other.

But if you choose to act violently

You could hurt some people

And you can bleed

On people

Who never cut you.

Now the bigs guys,

The monster,

The machines,

Of the emotion world

The ones that could destroy

Anything in it's path.

They are like chemicals

They can be dangerous individually

But mix them together

And you might as well

Surrender then and there.

They are the atomic bombs of the weapon world

Such as anger, jealousy, pain, and fear.

Mix them together

And pray you save

The people you never hurt

Because once it's out

And you feel the tears 

There's no going back

You hurt,

You scream,

You claw,

And you destroy

The things that brought you

So much hurt

So many tears

Even after all these years 

It's near impossible to demolish.

L.O.M