November 22, 2009

Angry

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My brain’s become a spinning disc.
Cracked old vinyl, black and broken,
continuous stupid song repeating,
skipping, screeching chaos.

Nerves vibrate to this broken record.
Shards of tangled wild emotions,
shattering, splintering,
cut deeply into flesh and heart.

I must escape the manic screeching.
Hit and jar the stylus back to
smooth, melodious grooves-
Back to calm and normalcy.

Ragged breath- thick dark clots.
No music there, no soothing melody,
just frustrating, alienating,
trapped, choking words.

Suddenly the switch is flipped.
Anger dissipates to soft white buzz
as the needle reaches it’s quiet end,
leaving only helpless inevitability.

7 comments:

  1. Know that feeling.
    You've done a really good job on this one. The words are harsh and jerky, just like a scratched record sounds

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  2. Anger is such a negative emotion...one should
    think calm thoughts like tinkle silver bells..
    Bullshit...get it out...rage and roar...it's over quickly and enjoy!

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  3. Hi Cynthia,

    With Frank on the turntable, what could be wrong?! One quick wipe with the anti-static cloth and you're off!

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  4. Dear Cynthia

    The hopeless inevitability.. I can feel that in your words.. thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece.
    Thanks

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
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  5. you did well you know? come visit me sometimes.. together we learn!

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  6. this is cool poetry...

    brain like a spinning disc, wow.
    thanks for sharing with potluck week 10.

    http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/11/16/moods-are-like-dark-woods-4-potluck-week-10/

    award/treats for you, enjoy a lovely day.

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  7. You played this one well ... anger can be like that. This metaphor is true to life.

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