A fire burns within me, these flames you cannot tame
Anger is its feeding source now where to place the blame
It's all consuming it's fierce and wicked and very very mean
The hot tears begin to roll down my cheek they are nothing like they seem
All sound is lost and all of a sudden I begin to feel just numb
My common sense is yelling at me “get ur shit and run”
I suppressed this sensation that was dying for a little piece of life
My first mistake was to ignore it now it weds me as its wife
Not long ago I felt this burn and knew it waited deep down within
To acknowledge its existence would be one of my greatest sins
So I give up yes I do surrender cause I want to feel this rage
I want it to consume me and let the beast out of its cage
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Pink Martinez
I'm a 38 year single woman who writes from a passionate place of love and life.
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My Nightmare
I felt a chill run slowly down my spine and suddenly my eyes were wide open. What was going on? Where was I? As I slowly moved my eyes left to right, then right to left, I saw nothing. I feel my heart pounding—thump thump...thump thump...thump thump...I slowly crossed my arms, grasping each elbow with my hands and then slowly lowering by body to a squat. My body started to rock back and forth, back and forth, my lips shivering from the cold air surrounding me. Not wanting to yell, I slowly and cautiously uttered "Hello!" I could hear the sound echo, hello, hello, hello, softer and softer until it is gone. Again, I softly utter "hello" and I hear nothing but the echo of my very own "hello." I continue to rock back and forth, back and forth. I rock in this pitch black, very cold dwelling. It's so difficult to breathe (gasp, gasp). A sound *slam* my heart jumps to the noise and my body is now still. I hear footsteps and keys rattling, they sound so loud! I'm so scared. Fear of another sort. My eyes begin to fill with tears and palms become moist with sweat and the the worst, you stood there. You looked at me with those shallow, dark—almost black eyes. They seemed so empty. I am seeing you, that black-haired man with a mole next to his nose, a black mustache, and a body of disgrace. You stood there piercing me with a god forsaken look that could only come from a man full of sickness and evil. The lights flickering behind you allow me to see myself naked and alone. I hustle by body into a corner of the room, eagerly trying to shield myself from you. I can feel the cold that comes from such a soulless person. I screamed for her: "Mother," again and again I hear my own screams, "Mom," "Mama please." Where was she? How long would I have to be left here with you? "Mama please," "mom." Nothing. I was terrified, shaking, crying, my heart racing, my head down in between my hands, trying to hide from you. My heart is pounding, faster and faster, thump,thump,thump,thump,thump...You started to move towards me, I yelled as loud as I could "mama please," and then I awoke.
By Pink Martinez6 years ago in Poets
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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