The Poison Tree
This is one of my favorite poems, written by William Blake. Enjoy. I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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This is one of my favorite poems, written by William Blake. Enjoy. I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Be careful where you fish, They say still waters can run deep. Long fuses will go boom, You might get burned by what you reap. Don't misjudge a calm demeanour, Some bites are worse than their bark.
It's urges pulse like the beat of my heart, what will trigger it, to once again start. A glance here, hidden beneath the screen, it releases it fury, followed by a scream.
The whip may be in your hand,. Whilst there is blood dripping from mine,. But the smile is upon my face,. And the frown is upon thine,. You take pain and store inside,. Whilst I let mine go free,.
Why so serious. My black masked friend. I'll make sure your. smile. And your laughter. ends. I look forward. To seeing you try Mr Bat. I don't deal with. trying. My words are fact. Oh this is getting.
Your sharp kiss runs across my wrist. Should I give myself in. Your supple voice so lemon kissed But I'm more into sin.
Don't blame me, I didn't leave the bag out in the rain, so it wasn't me who got yur paper and phone stained.
Bitter as fresh lemon, Icy water after mint, With a tablespoon of table salt, I'm bitter, get the hint.
You told me I was special, No one better in the world, Sent messages on the radio, But then your plan unfurled.
Faster, faster beat the drums Swirling round my head Harsher, harsher my words grow Drumsticks battering A rhythm of pain A noise that echoes my wrath. Thump Thump.
strike a match, It wont set alight throw punches, I won't join the fight. Cut your hair, Make it short and round. Try to get lost, You'll be found. hurl abuse, I won't hurl it back.
I look back as I face ahead, take your jagged blade and cut my frayed thin thread. I hang loose and then I fall, into mud and off the ball. I can't be me, not when you're watching.
You think you know me. You don't know the half of it. You think you scare me. I'm just pushing back the wrath again.
Shadows cast bodies in the darkness of the sun. The games been finished and no one's won. I pull out a knife and you bring out a gun. I can walk faster than you can ever run.
You tip-toe into my chest, Whispering what love was best, Made me dance across an empty stage, Pushed me on to a forgotten page, I wonder at the thought of emotion, Its waves a mime of a stormy...
My head's filled with white noise. This mental war has reached its peak. I can't tell which are decoys, Our future looks to be bleak. I can't trust you with my retentions ...
I'm only family when it suits you, This used to burn a little inside, But I stopped caring long ago, When you've got the devil for your father, You learn to toughen up your bones.
Peace of mind. Is truly rare. Especially with you. Since you don't care. In the start of this race. You were at my side. Peace of mind was all the time. You were someone for me to confide.
This isn't you, What your doing, Please return, That ugly mask, I can see, Through your walls, Your heart is not, Made of stone.
You see the truth right in front of you. Still you refuse to acknowledge. You see the darkness falling around you. Still you refuse to acknowledge. The significance of it all this is in principle.
I am not a hateful person BUT YOU MAKE MY BLOOD BOIL I don't really wish harm on anyone - karma will right the wrongs BUT I WANT TO SMASH YOU UP, BITCH About a year ago you started the snowball...
More More More The cravings start to pour I just...can't resist Someone help I don't wanna be like this Hands Shaking Breathe Intaking Just do it whispers he That someone I start to be No...
Always wanted to write this, and I finally got the inspiration I needed :D This is part inspired by negative people around, and the song Deify by Disturbed. Stop being so naive.
Oh you think you're tough. Oh you think you're strong. You think that you can bully us And never do us wrong. Well listen here and listen up.