if you were methodless, you'd be mad

arms flying in a frenzy,
paint splattering where it may,
a scream and a cry
garble together
and mingle and mix freely,
a glint of something... questionable,
and the yell of raw fury.

the world seems so empty
when it pulls back from this room,
so unique and angry and filled.




around her forms
a creature of her own creation,
building and growing
from her anger and passion,
before her lays a masterpiece.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

YEAH! This reminds me of those wild creations born of just pure, screaming rage.

Like a punk song.
Or abstract art.

Built of nothing but that moment; that emotion; that internal drive to punch eternity in the throat. Leaving a mark; a scar that looks like it should always have been there.
nice.
t

[Kenneth The Poet]

Man...you are good at this. I am amazed at your short style poetry.

[...]

. you have a truly unique take on poetry ...
. the way you acknowledge the role of "anger" in "building" is remarkable ...