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WHEN BLOOD RUNS COLD
Contributed by
physcoquack
on
Wednesday, 18th July 2007 @ 05:17:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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the anger runs
through my blood
my fists feels
the urge to swing
to strike out
the way it was trained to do.
to kill to destroy
the one that makes my blood run cold
my mind steps in to scream out
to plead with my sanity
to control my anger
hold it inside
dont let it show.
my mind trys to keep
my anger in control
my sanity lingers
on the edge
of a tight rope
ready to fail me
when it all comes pooring out.
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physcoquack
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2007-07-18 05:17:12]
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Re: WHEN BLOOD RUNS COLD
(User Rating: 1 )
by runawaynameless on
Wednesday, 18th July 2007 @ 06:34:52 AM AEST
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| I liked this. I had someone try and steal my sanity. Anger... dont know what to say about that but loved the write! |
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Re: WHEN BLOOD RUNS COLD
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by yackerz85 on
Wednesday, 18th July 2007 @ 06:48:45 AM AEST
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| Its a hard thing to control that torrent of fiery ice called anger. Life places you in precarious positions where one mistep could set you off. Great poem about the emotion of anger. |
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