Joseph Ivie

Rookie - 0 Points (4/27/1993 / Louisville Kentucky)

Hand Of Anger - Poem by Joseph Ivie

Shake this adrenalin to the ground
break the bones of the on lookers
burn the trees, the forest, the deers
who cares as long as nothing is near
I can sit and fall into the blackness of my anger
if you change the world to white
i shall blacken it with all my might
touch my hand and I shall kill you were you stand
talk to me and I shall burn your snake like tongue
disease this world with plague
and all you shall know is were I tread
walk in my way and I shall make you pay
my will is unholy
my mind is made up
I will destroy everything I touch

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, March 12, 2012

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