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I feel it on me and within me; a beast that threatens to wrestle control from my mind and body, rampaging and destroying until nothing is left but an emotional whimper and physical exhaustion.
It's desire knows no limit; it is a needful thing. It wants to lash out and grasp throats, squeezing until a last gasp is stifled. It wants a hammer and a pry-bar; to feel the satisfying dead impact of wood and plaster under these tools, to hear walls and doors splitting, fragments scattering, dust erupting.
This is the feeling of the spring in the time-piece wound tight to the moment of losing integrity; ready to burst forth in millions of shining, busily whirling, atoms of pain. This is the feeling of shards of glass under foot; their sharp bite into flesh sending the nerves reeling in scintillating paroxysms of response, jagged and remorseless.
This anger is a scream that comes not from the lungs and the throat. It's origin is deeper; it is in streaming cytoplasm, flowing, bathing and infusing every cell. It is in fibres built into muscles; coiling and writhing like a cobra, it's hood enflamed, hypnotic and deadly.
Anger on my body is like steam condensing on the skin; it covers, seeps, penetrates, viscous and ethereal, not real, yet making it's feeling understood and paramount. It consumes in it's blackening haze all other sentiments. Compassion is the first to fall, feebly; it's delicate wings crushed in a calloused fist and tossed aside. The others quickly follow in the same fate. They are variously ground down, trampled, dissembled, and summarily destroyed before the assault of a merciless troglodyte.
The last to fall is reason, having stood steadfast and true. Finally, all logic fails; the fragments scatter to the ground like falling walls and towers, the defences breached, the battle lost: the victorious army surges forward rabid with blood-lust.
This is anger.
It is in me and upon my body; it is about to burst free.
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Erm is it just a bit scary that i can relate to this post? . I hope i am not the only person to have felt the emotions that you put into words . Interesting and evocative but scary as hell ! .
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Posted by Greylynx
on 2008-06-29 21:23:57
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This kind of anger scares me...It takes on a life of its own...I like to keep balance and control in my life. This type of anger takes things out of balance and control....good post stickman
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Posted by dreampower
on 2008-06-29 21:29:05
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ok, before I say anything
look at the pictures above of the first two comments and then mine?
that being said
your words are I had the word a second ago...oh I hate when that happens... I will be back tomorrow, someone wants my computer and is standing over me...I hate when that happens too
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Posted by roe
on 2008-06-29 22:58:52
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Wow, this is a very good piece! It really captures the emotion, and I feel like i could relate to it very well, being someone that has a few anger problems of her own.
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Posted by Mezlie
on 2008-06-30 07:26:08
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I hope you will use these emotions wisely BDSM - Good luck!
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Posted by overthehillandfar...
on 2008-06-30 13:13:44
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this is really dark stickman.. ohh :p hehe but great post!! I hope that ugly anger monster in all of us doesn't come out like that. eeeek
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Posted by pixierose
on 2008-06-30 17:52:10
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Wow, scary - but in a way I could totally relate!!! Good post! FOR SURE!
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Posted by Snapz
on 2008-06-30 21:20:45
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Its great,I know exactly how that feels.
Not exactly scary to me though.
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Posted by nikkiekardos
on 2008-07-01 11:59:49
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