I actually wrote this about a week ago in my little booklet after having a comment back and forth with a person, believe me that I thanked God this person wasn´t physically in front of me, in those moments I have no idea why but a switch in my heads just goes off and I go off having a broken ankle or not, good thing about it, is that I have the writing and man was it cathartic to write it down. I was going to hit publish right away, and since I felt so good I ended up writing other thing and publishing it. Anyways I figured that might as well publish it now that I´m not angry, does show quite an ugly side of me I´ll tell you that. I´m often surprise about that part of me, it rarely pops out now, but if it does is not good, so thank God I had pen and paper, seems it´s my therapy. The only person that has brought this up to light, my anger it is, is my mother. This happened about over a year would be my guess. We where on a bus and a guy, cool guy, wanted to get through the pack of people standing on the bus since all the seats where occupied and he eventually pushed my mother on his way, I grabbed her so she wouldn´t fall and in the next second I grabbed the guy by the neck and pretty much said everything but beautiful to him. Seemed his cockyness went away, but later on my poor mother told me that I scared the bejesus out of her, that my face completely changes and that my eyes my stare at that person also completely changed, seems so in those type of circumstances. No more talk, her it is.
Think your silly comment
is just one stupid moment
Trust me don´t get worked up
or I´ll knock you down and up
I must be so disgusting
thick skin it is so might busting…in your head
So fuck you you idiot,
I´ve been through the ringer
you can´t beat me in any of your singer
You think, but you really don´t know me…
capable of what I can withstand, also understand
and you go and piss me off?
I can destroy your little cushy you little pussy
your hiding place stand you understand?
Trust me when I tell you this,
when you think your taking the piss
you better hide very good inside your computer disk
I´m in the open
so you fucked with a wrong omen
“poetry” I´m writing
but believe me
you fuck with me,
and words easily can translates into actions and good are not to be
you dumb fuck, just babling and babling
hiding behind you computer rambling.
Meet me in person you dumb shit
and I´ll carve you a scar out you dumb whit
And after I wrote this, just like that, the anger went away and I wasn´t thinking of punching this guy face. I did comment him not so good words I should add. That´s when he left his bullshit and actually apologised. Point being, lesson learned, seems writing truly is my therapy.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.