Push it down

Push it down

A Poem by The High Poet

This is a poem about the rage that used to consume me. Even when your rage is hidden it still finds a way to come out.


Push it down

Anger running through my veins

Feels like a runaway train

The rage inside starts to build

My bottle's full, its truly filled

Thoughts invade that start to scare me

This is who I don't want to be

Rage filling my every thought

I'm not like this, I'm truly not

Must keep my rage in check

Or my head will pop off my neck

Than that side of me has won

Nothing more will feel like fun

Some of the rage comes out my eyes

Sneaking out from my happy disguise

Must find the way to let it free

Without hurting you or me

I hate this rage that is a part of me

It's always their but its locked with a key

The sea of masks I always wear

I feel my sanity starting to tear

© 2023 The High Poet

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sorry about the appearance I will fix it now

Posted 14 Years Ago

Dude, Just a small suggestion. You obviously have a knack for words, your ink is really really good, but the flow crashes together. The reader cannnot digest the first thought before the next crashes into his vision. I would write line upon line....just to break up the speed. This is TOO good to run together. Too Good. You'll like it better if you line upon line ....I promise.


Posted 14 Years Ago

"Sneaking out from my happy disguise "

Oh that it were that we could keep the edges of our masks from fraying over time ...

This piece offers a lot of imagery; I like it.

Keep posting! :) Welcome to the cafe, hun!

Posted 14 Years Ago

Wow.. That was an amazing poem. You expressed rage and anger so thoroughly I doubt you've missed a thing. I feel rage build up inside of me sometimes, but I haven't found a way to ease it out without hurting myself or anyone else. It really tears my stomach up. Literally. When I get angery or rageful I find food that I shouldn't eat and I eat it. An expression of my rage through pain. I'm still working on it, but you've revealed a wonderful poem. Thank you.

Posted 14 Years Ago

I hate this rage that is a part of me Always with me but hidden by the sea The sea of masks I always wear I feel my sanity starting to tear

WOW - your writing is so powerful - this poem gave me a chill when reading it - it's both scary and heartwarming at the same time. Makes you feel both sad and also a bit reflective - I love the bit about the sea of masks!

Posted 14 Years Ago

Wow. Very insightful. It sounds like you have gone (are going through) some struggles. Best wishes to you. Your writing is really good.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on March 9, 2009
Last Updated on May 14, 2023


The High Poet
The High Poet

Guelph, Guelph, Canada

Once I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..


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