Anger Management

Creative and healthy expression of anger

  • George Yesthal

    The Darkenbog by George Yesthal

    If dusk mayhap should find you
    On the road ’ere it gets dark,
    And owls hoot more often
    Than warbles the meadow lark
    And up ahead, before you creeps
    A cloying and deepening fog
    You know you must be brave …

    285 words

  • HamperRefuser

    A Conscious Void by HamperRefuser

    By allowing the elaborate collage of words to paint imagery they may only have encountered dripping out of their most unexplainable dreams…

    363 words

  • shelleybabe2

    When I come out at night... by shelleybabe2

    I’ll walk the walk.
    I’ll talk the talk.
    I’am who I’am.
    And that’s not all…

    If I can sense your smell…
    I’ll fly like a bat out of hell.
    I’ll come crash…

    106 words

  • HamperRefuser

    Tranquility by HamperRefuser

    Pixies highlight the ethereality
    as the night sky falls upon you

    93 words

  • George Coombs

    Sixty Five Years old by George Coombs

    Sixty Five Years Old

    now that i am sixty five
    time to retire whatever
    that may mean…?
    good to withdraw from
    waged oppression
    have time, find space
    to set the good ship
    of my soul sailing
    on thought, on …

    108 words

  • darkvampire

    pestilence (part one) by darkvampire

    the city sleeps.

    sin rises like a dirty
    vapour from off the crazed
    paving stones
    and permeates the darkness

    411 words

  • George Yesthal

    HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY! by George Yesthal

    Just a thought that is directed at no one in particular, only most. Suffice to say if the shoe fits…

    All day I’ve been reading pick ‘n’ paste posts about the bravery of those …

    241 words

  • mohawk man

    what's in a name by mohawk man

    5-26-12 11:23am

    ever since young i knew
    i was one of a chosen few
    who will lead souls like you
    when they know not what to do

    all thru my career
    i’ve never showed fear
    my head i always would rear
    to g…

    114 words

  • George Yesthal

    Stone ‘em by George Yesthal

    Think of the indications. All my life, and I am now sixty, I have been aware through school, the media, etc. of the very serious overpopulation problem. If I’m not mistaken, in my lifetime alon…

    507 words

  • darkvampire

    soldier by darkvampire

    sadness and regret
    fall
    like dirty grey
    snow upon the stiffening
    corpse

    89 words

  • George Coombs

    The Message by George Coombs

    “Life itself flows on through eternity. Beyond earth life are the realms of higher existence waiting to enfold you in love. We see your world with its light and darkness. We come among you as symbols…

    189 words

  • SimplyRed

    May dementia think of YOU by SimplyRed

    for all those I care for,,,and then some

    141 words

  • kromwellfarkus

    colourful shades by kromwellfarkus

    count the colours
    every single one
    lose count and begin again
    round it all off, as some.

    the nails in my back did not sting
    I did not flinch, nor did I stir
    the pale skin in my memory did not mean a thing…

    245 words

  • Shaquille Stewart

    Rose Dethorned. by Shaquille Stewart

    She moves in beauty.
    Make no mistake, Grace escapes her
    but there’s something easy
    like breathing
    when she shares space with me.
    Stars wide in her eyes-
    still narrow,
    brown skinned bombshell boasti…

    380 words

  • mohawk man

    dread by mohawk man

    demons
    so deep
    lost in dark sleep
    speak through my eyes
    to ages
    too young
    too meek

    72 words

  • George Coombs

    Time of Light by George Coombs

    a time of light…
    time by the sea
    a special time of quiet…
    space…the horizon
    the edge calls across
    a path of tremulous
    striated light “look out
    look to the end
    then beyond”
    in truth the mind
    k…

    108 words

  • George Yesthal

    Ya Pissed Off My Pappy by George Yesthal

    Now, dat nasty ol’ boy Lucifer,
    Had to have his pound of flesh.
    He cast his net on dat Judas boy
    And ketched him like a fish.

    270 words

  • shelleybabe2

    I knew a little girl by shelleybabe2

    I knew a little girl,
    her name was michelle.
    When I met her,
    I thought…
    that name ring’s a bell.

    She, was shy and timid.
    And would sometime’s fidget.

    There was something about her,
    which …

    206 words