Red
Life is a double-edged sword, a two-sided coin, a red rose on a green stem, broad petals masking sharp thorns, beauty masking cruelty, my broad, red-lipped smile masking my weapon of pain and deception, my love masking my hate, O my passionate hate under my fervent love, love, love, love, O love and hate, burning through everything, laying carnage to everyone, brilliant red flames turning everything to dust, dust and ash, when the heat is gone nothing but cold and inert shades of gray and black, lifeless, the energy dying with the flame.
Where is that passion, that rage, that primal desire to hunt not be hunted, to kill not be killed, to survive, to win, to stand in the end on top of a pile of the corpses of the losers, blood pooling below your feet? Where went love for war, war for love, war for hate, war against hate, blood-stained hands, blazing eyes, the sheer power within your own hands, the power to control life and death, the power to say that this man here or this woman there should die right here, right now, in this manner, by my own hand? Rage, rage, rage against the world, rage against everything, rage against your brethren, rage against your sisters, rage against the man who sired you, rage against the woman who birthed you, rage against the person who is but a reflection of yourself. Rage. Rage. Rage.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryEver since I discovered Wattpad's TELUS #EndBullying contest, I became interested in writing poetry. Whenever I get inspired to write something, I'll post it here. Enjoy!
