Angry in Tone

So angry in tone,
in action as well
with the fire and brimstone
and fury of hell,
the words spew forth
from a mouth of acid
bubbling over and out of,
destroying the flaccid.
He throws the bolts
and fires the clashes
until a body's burned
leaving a corpse's ashes.
If there is another,
a present agitator,
he will inform her
as her voice becomes fainter,
as he breaks down wills
and penetrates souls,
defeating the difficult,
the stubborn wholes
and leaving behind victims
who never saw it coming,
left without the former will,
left with only fear in running.

Tripping

Tripping out.
Tripping balls.
Moving back,
the moving walls.
The flames absent,
the ones not there
are bursting further
into the air.
The fire blows
and consumes
all that no
longer blooms
and goes out
in my mouth
while I try
to scream and shout.
The fire disappears
and goes away
in time for me
to go astray
but not before
it's gone without care,
the fire that
was never there.

Ignored

So many words to say
with so few ears to listen.
My mouth is bleeding
as my teeth begin to glisten.
The red flow of words
that sit in a pool to remain ideas
quickly floods the cave
in which those words are trapped just because.
There is no escape from
the dark places they were created,
no refuge found anywhere
as they are soon to be moot and outdated.
Feelings that once may have mattered
to the opening where they would come from
now matter not (even to the originator)
as now they are convinced to be petty and dumb.
Lines of negativity simply get broader
and rivers begin to overflow,
over the banks that cannot hold them
with nowhere else further to go.
The flood embraces the other purities
that are now to be destroyed
by the very attack that was once
ignored and simply said annoyed.
Perhaps this imminent death brought on
by that which others dubbed harmless
will serve as a lesson for others to gather,
that even a drip can become a tsunami when able to progress.

The Powerful Proposition of a Preposition

The mouth opens
and the mouth closes.
The words spill out
as uselessness is disposed of.
What once was thought
to be forbidden
is now a lifestyle
that every day is lived in.
Words that used
to be taboo
are now communicated
fro and to.
They used to possess
a certain power in them
but now show to be
completely hollow within.
It seems a pattern
that was long ago found
will now be nearly
impossible to turn around.
The disdain that is now
freely overflowing the cup
is discovered to be
extremely difficult to give up,
yet there is still a ray
that can coincide
with the glimmer of hope
that is found inside.
However, the change must be
something that will come
from a heart changed
(the only place it can be from).
The last chanced effort
has now come around
before a life's consumed,
before it goes down.