Kyle Bellinger Poems
|2.||The Dangers Of Flight||12/19/2003|
|3.||When Blood And Water Flow As One...||12/22/2003|
|4.||As Water Down A Mountain Stream||12/22/2003|
|5.||I Bleed To Feel||12/22/2003|
|6.||From Heart To Head And Head To Hand||1/3/2004|
|7.||Does The Good Guy Win?||1/3/2004|
Does The Good Guy Win?
I want to throw my fists through a wall,
And bleed the letters that spell out,
'Rage Without A Right.'
When I break my skin on the concrete,
I'll paint a picture in the plasma,
Depicting the lack of entropy in your actions.
I know everything written here,
Is rather illaudable and someday regrettable,
But my frustration has crafted a noose of uncertainty
And it's being lowered past my ears...over and under my chin.
Tonight these gallows will be graced with inflamed screams.
And trust me, I'll scream till I find a parallax between your eyes and the back...