Category Archives: Anger

That Sinking Feeling

29 Thursday Nov 2012

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Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How could you not realise?

Did you not think?

…that I would not notice,

we’re starting to sink.

Atmosphere’s electric,

could cut with a knife;

a lightning conductor,

where lightning strikes twice.

Our words are so crossed,

it’s a tangled up mess,

there’s really no hope,

we’re doomed! (More or less.)

So it’s pistols at dawn,

as we’re matched in a duel,

with our rapiers drawn,

adding fire to our fuel.

I know it’s no contest,

this match that we’re in;

like hell will you beat me,

I’m determined to win!

 

© That Sinking Feeling 29.11.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 


Are You Sitting Uncomfortably?

29 Monday Oct 2012

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Are you sitting uncomfortably?

Do I make you squirm?

Am I showing you up,

as a spineless cowardly worm?

 

Do my eyes pierce to your soul?

Can I see right through?

I am not so green to,

all the crap you do.

 

I do not have knitted brows,

from all the wool you tried to pull.

All the bull, you’ve chatted crap,

the manure heap now is full.

 

You’ve pulled some stunts,

within your time,

and this one is a flanker;

I didn’t think you’d stoop that low,

you really are a canker.

 

© Are you Sitting Uncomfortably 29.10.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Random (Photo credit: Photos o’ Randomness)

The Highs and Woes

28 Tuesday Aug 2012

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"ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on h...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My heart it is broken,

my head is a mess,

my soul it is injured,

I’m still me, none the less.

 

I had a good go,

at living this life,

I’ve endured the woes,

and the troubles, and strife.

 

I’ve played by the rules,

and I’ve learned the hard way,

from the school of hard knocks,

but I never did stray.

 

Oh! I played it so safe…

wore my goody two shoes,

the obedient girl,

see my halo shine through?

 

Now, I stamp down my foot,

and the gloves they are off,

just watch this worm turn,

‘cause enough is enough!

 

I’ve polished my broomstick,

and I’m ready to fly,

the halo has gone,

as I take to the sky.

 

© Highs and Woes  28.08.2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“ODDS NIPPERKINS! cried Mother Bunch on her broomstick” for the letter o in Aldiborontiphoskyphorniostikos. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Drama Queen

26 Thursday Jul 2012

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You really are quite rude!

It is beyond the pale,

that all you do is bitch, and moan,

and rant to me, and wail!

 

Yet, I am quite astounded,

you never seem to learn,

you beg and plead,

for my advice…

then do what your heart yearns.

 

You never seem to listen,

to anything that’s said,

we swirl around,

the same merry-go-round,

you hurt my dizzy head!

 

For all these years I’ve known you,

I’ve come to realise,

you’re simply just,

a drama Queen,

with selfishness your vice!

 

© Drama Queen 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm