Maudlin
Sometimes, however angry at you, the world might seem, You need to understand, it is just a way of letting off steam, Although snapping back might relieve the pressure causing the flow, You might agree, that it is easier to
Jettison
I doggedly refused to believe it was a case of stress, Had I not held my own, and triumphed under extreme duress? Or that my pent up anxiety was desperately awaiting a release, Blissfully unaware, I let these keep dragging
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Rocky Nest
We knew there was no other place, but the mountain top, Because this was where everybody we knew, had set up shop, I still remember, the location was merely the first of many a grouse, But that still meant, that
Fred Claus
The little boy was more confused than ever before, Surely a festival must mean something more, What his grandpa said, seemed to make little sense, It seemed like something badly conjured up in defence. So he went back to nagging