Anger
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the suivant level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel plus hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the plus this white anger burns away at me the plus I want to hurt something.
But the plus I destroy, the plus they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed par my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will soumettre under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic nuage would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until suivant time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once plus and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The poésie that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the nuage of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had donné something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
I’m Furious
But words can’t describe what I’m feeling now.
The sheer frustration cuts through me like a blunt knife, too cowardly to take it’s annoyance to the suivant level.
It stays, inkling away at me, making me feel plus hopeless every second.
Hopeless, because the plus this white anger burns away at me the plus I want to hurt something.
But the plus I destroy, the plus they seem to mock me.
I beat my face as hard as I can, but I have been numbed par my rage.
I run outside and scream as loud as I can. I curse. Words have failed me. I am at the mercy of filth.
I look for things to ruin. I grab at things, and tear whatever will soumettre under my desperate claws.
Everything has gone wrong. It always does.
I’m a failure.
Every bad memory comes flooding back to me, bringing me dry sadness.
I wait for tears to come, but even they fail me.
At least if I cried this toxic nuage would release its rain, and I would be rid of it until suivant time.
I wield strength and power from this beast they call anger, but I can’t control it.
It throbs from underneath my skin.
I try to release it but nothing helps, bring me to a level of hopelessness I never though possible.
I scream at my friends, I want them to hate me. Then I can hate myself.
But their comforting words and smile just makes them seem further away. Make me lonelier.
I try to release to anger once plus and fail miserably.
Just as I begin to drown into a sea of uselessness, I realize something.
Beautiful, poetic words suddenly come to me.
The poésie that seems to go hand in hand with experience.
I no longer feel a failure, even though the nuage of anger stays.
The ocean of white fury still remains, but at least I have surfaced.
I still hate the world. But the world had seemed to take pity and had donné something back. Something I never thought I had.
We all succumb to the beast of anger. And I knew he would always follow me, waiting for the right moment to sever me with its frustrating dagger.
So what do I do about it?
I write.
this is an English sonnet I had to write for my English class and I need to know if it is good ou not before I soumettre it, thank you. also the rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg
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My dear l’amour toi once were a shining ray.
In my eyes toi meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about toi is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your l’amour is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our l’amour is coming to its new close.
couleurs were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would l’amour to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our l’amour has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our l’amour left it took toi along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying l’amour was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me l’amour would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
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My dear l’amour toi once were a shining ray.
In my eyes toi meant the whole world to me.
Now everything about toi is a shade of gray.
Like your beauty, your emotions, and your l’amour is what I see.
However we must part onto our new paths.
Because our l’amour is coming to its new close.
couleurs were a beauty but now gray spreads its wrath.
I would l’amour to feel again but now it’s a ghost.
Our l’amour has left this earth for old times’ sake.
But when our l’amour left it took toi along too.
Sadly it left me with all this heartache.
Dying l’amour was something I wish I had clues to
If someone told me l’amour would never be easy
I would have chosen another path that’s breezy
He didn’t want money ou fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved par someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the couteau against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.
I’m finished
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded par chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No plus kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
toi took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
I’m done
I can’t do this anymore
I’m through
I can’t last another second
It’s all I’ve ever seen
Surrounded par chaos
Filled with fear
Its’ all I can think about
All the Lost love
All the broken hearts
All the destroyed dreams
All the hopeless children
And devastated parents
Everyone who turned their cheek
Who ignored the cries
Of help and distress
No plus kindness
Only monsters and demons
Who always kill
toi took her from me
And now you’ll pay
‘Cause I have one final thing to say
—Good-bye World
—Hello Death and eternity
There is strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will toi see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure toi will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I have looked for it
For decades now.
Yet I have not found it before.
Now I have.
It will get me over every obstacle,
Every region,
Every country.
It makes me proud
To see this.
To see my strength
Laying there,
Waiting for me.
And me only.
This type of strength
Is called courage.
Perseverance.
Perseverance is the best type
Of strength possible.
And I have it.
Yes, me.
Never before,
Will toi see me cower within the shadows
Again, like before.
I have changed.
And I am sure toi will see that.
I have strength in my heart.
I looked into the window
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
toi can see the scars on her heart,
toi can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But toi can also see how it made her stronger.
She has a dit "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she a dit the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)
to see the girl before me.
she was gorgeous, and beautiful
She looked strong,
she looked independent.
Her Mask was no longer there,
but what was on the outside was visible.
toi can see the scars on her heart,
toi can see the hurt in her eyes,
and the pain on her face.
But toi can also see how it made her stronger.
She has a dit "Enough is Enough, Today is the Day, and today i will be victorious"
she strikes the match,
and drops the flame, to burn her past
She smiles at me, and touches her face,
and she a dit the words "Today is the Day"
Today I finally discovered, The girl looking back at her,
was me. :)
