She sat looking at me,
Not listening to a word.
Every time we talked, she
Said my opinion was absurd—
...
My mind is open
My pen poised
Over a blank sheet of paper;
Silently I wait for inspiration.
...
Staring, and waiting for that moment
To express our deep held desire.
How the passion sets us both on fire.
...
Spontaneous combustion
Exploding feelings across
The wide open page
As if to say—
...
It is not enough to say
I love you
It is not enough to say
I care about you
...
Sitting here
the little man stirring.
Feeling like a pubescent
boy trapped in a man's body.
...
Waiting kills the mood.
Constantly it gnaws at your nerves
Like some flesh eating disease.
...
Kent has been a Technical Writer for the past 9 years. He graduated from San Jose State University with a degree in English and Technical Writing. Kent is an avid gamer and enjoys not only PC and Playstation games, but also Airsoft and Medieval Recreation. Before becoming a Technical Writer, Kent worked as Chef in Europe and the United States. Kent enjoys writing poetry and some prose, but as of yet he is unpublished. He would like to publish some his writing, however, he writes more for the pleasure than for recognition. He welcomes critisism of his writing and also suggestion on improving his work.)
Gnawing Anger
She sat looking at me,
Not listening to a word.
Every time we talked, she
Said my opinion was absurd—
You should have seen my face;
The anger I showed was a disgrace.
For years, I have lived with such anger,
Gnawing anger, the kind that lingers
Like roadkill. To be sure, I am not stranger
To rage. Its long bony fingers
Have touched my heart many times,
Urging me to commit heinous crimes.
But to blame anyone for my rage is unjust.
No one is responsible for my fury,
Though I may think so, my eyesight is simply blurry
Anger is seeking a new slave;
As for me, I’d rather be brave,
Before anger puts me deep down in a grave.