They say forgiveness is a virtue,

But I’d rather keep my anger -

Shallow it may be, but dragging me way deep,

This vengeful anchor -

Subdued in hostile waters,

Could’ve called a truce but dialed up slaughter -

Harbor a grudge and won’t budge,

Until I’m through inflicting torture -

Full-grown, I should know better,

But it’s a full-blown vendetta -

Mistake my ambitiousness for viciousness

When I s...

My anger, that nestled itself deep into my marrow before I even knew her name

My anger, humming righteously beneath my skin’s surface

An exit seeker, finding only my mouth and never my fist.

Maybe anger is a virtue too....

they say

forgiveness

is a

virtue

but i’d

rather keep

my anger

so don’t

judge

my grudging

i am

forgiving

in a

way

no one thought

to

right?

no, no

that

can’t be

i am not

forgiving

you

i won’t

forgive

when you

hurt me

and said

i was

the

problem

so even though

they say

forgiveness is

a virtue

i’d rather be

angry

at you...

They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger

For without my anger, all I have is sadness

And though my fury burns my heart

Leaving scorch marks in its path

Despair is a tsunami inside me

Flooding everything it can reach

It sinks down to my toes

And crashes through my mind

I’d rather burn from anger

Than drown in sadness...

i have never

had a wonderful day

and wanted to

slave over the keyboard

for hours

in a frenzy

feeling pain

come up and down

and in and out

and pure exhaustion

and climax

i have never

had a wonderful day

and had a brain full

of dark ideas

that most people

would be afraid

to put on paper

those ideas

feel the best

to get out

like

breaking a law

like

kissing your sister

when peace

when forgivene...

Knuckles bled,

Callous palms.

Nothing is fed.

Refusing my calm.

Mortar broken,

Dust covering my face.

Hands red again,

You chose to incase.

Teeth gritted,

Biting my tongue.

Anger fitted,

Because you were done.

Knuckles bare,

Nails dug in.

Choose to share,

Give me this sin.

Wall full of dents,

Forehead red,

Patience is spent,

Listening to what you said.

…

I love you Baby 🖤...

They say forgiveness is a virtue.

And holding on to bitterness will hurt you.

But I’d rather keep my anger.

In case you forget to act like a stranger....

My anger is hungry.

Its stomach growls, its hands reach.

But there is nothing there.

There is nothing to be angry at.

Like birds on a wire,

I watch,

and I wait.

I am kind,

and I forgive.

But you are at my front door.

And no longer am I proud of these virtues,

I do not want them when it comes to you.

Wheat stalks blow in the wind,

a pig is slaughtered next door.

There is a heart-beat coming ...

They say forgiveness is a virtue, but I’d rather keep my anger.

I’d rather yell at you until I’m purple.

Scream the words I know will hurt you.

Be brave and bold, covered in rage.

Because I know the day I feel it, I’ll drown in sorrow.

Anger, I can do. But to be hurt, and to forgive, I dont have the strength to survive that. And I’d rather keep my anger....

They say forgiveness is a virtue

But I’d rather keep my anger

This anger you created

Made me grow stronger...