Ode to Writer’s Rage

Anger! 'Tis the Fuel of Poetry
Burning within my Soul—
Igniting my blood, my veins, my eyes
And will not stop at All–

Because, as all my friends know 
And as I call to the Night—
Anger me, and I will explode.
Anger me more, and I will fight—
Anger me enough, and I
write.
 
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Silent Wolf

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19 years old

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    Bandaids for Bad Dreams


    Bandaids for Bad Dreams

    I wish there were bandaids for all the cuts on my arm,
    but there’s no bandaids, because I can’t tell anybody
    that I’m bleeding.

    I wish there were bandaids for all my scars,

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    Just the Villain


    Villain

    I tried to say hi to a girl yesterday
    Can you tell me why she was so afraid?
    I know I’m fine—not disfigured or two-faced
    I promise you guys that I’m perfectly sane.
    My teachers don’t seem to think I’m all there

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    Enough


    Isn’t it enough?

    Isn’t it enough for you
    That there have been 102 mass shootings
    In the past year?

    Isn’t it enough for you
    That most of them have been hate crimes
    And have gone unpunished?

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