That Guy Over There

That guy

Over there

Silly boy asks for poems

And so I write-

You won’t expect-

 

That guy

Over there

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

 

Don’t know him

But I will try

 

Can’t understand everything

But I will try

 

He is mine; I am his

Pure truth in statements

Some searing path in a sigh-

 

But

I

Don’t

Know

Everything

 

Search and learn and maybe let go

I will hold on with the tips of my fingers

Near or far

Far or near

Here you are

 

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

In my heart

Nestled deep

 

He is mine

You are mine

Are is will be-

Mine?

 

~LA

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The Color of Anger (Part 2)

It bursts through

Like an alien in my brain

You keep speaking

Keep on talking;

But my fists are curled

and my fingers digging into my palms

and I feel like I am ready to blow.

Back away now, please,

for the color of anger is filling the room,

like a pervasive gas

feeling all red and broken

feeling like glass tearing at our skins

do you know the color of anger?

How it brings pain to all those around it?

To all those who feel it?

Have you cornered anger,

the color,

the texture,

 the feel,

 in the corner of your dark mind.

Mine

is not as dark

as yours.

Oh no.

But you hide it well.

Your skin is the color of anger.

~LA

The Color of Anger (Part 1)

Shush
Listen
Dark heart beat
Bright eyes
Heavy breaths

Back
Away

Monsters inside us
Unleashing heaven’s fury

Coloring our souls in Lucifer’s name
Before he has fallen

The color of anger
Undesired and rebellious
Rising up against our minds

You know this color
No denial

We live in fear of our demons
This anger is frightening
This color is threatening

The color of anger

Over flowing
Overwhelming

We struggle to the tops of these waters.
Do not drown! Do not fall to this temptation,
As we are pure

Beneath our no control
We are heaven
As it is

The color of anger

~LA