Screaming
All this rage inside
Is tearing me apart
As I die and hate
These thoughts within.
They beat me down,
Kill my spirit,
Whispering evil.
Their tongues dance
As my blood boils
Fearing the end.
The maternal growls
Ward off the hate
As love shines true.
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Friday, May 31, 2013
24
24
24 is my magic number.
It became significant,
When I was only 20.
Thrall is 24 in Warcraft 3,
So is Arthas,
Boy that guy’s a dick.
There are 24 hours in a day.
The movie 23 is just one from 24.
I hope I don’t go crazy over 24.
I turn 24 in the infamous year 2012.
It was quite ominous in 2008.
It is now my 24th birthday at last.
I had lunch with my mom around noon.
Then bought 24 cupcakes for the kids I tutor.
They really seemed to enjoy them.
After leaving the kids I had cake.
Now I am relaxing at home,
Wondering what to do next.
I now have my 25th to look forward to,
When my insurance rates goes down,
And it’s all down hill from there.
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