rage typhoid well, maybe not so new.. just not familiar. i used to feel rage that no one wanted to change their condition, that all they wanted to do was complain. i wanted to help them.. but they didnt care. now i rage that im too afraid to act how i want to.. i know its safe, but i first need to forget the memories.. 000211 ... Matthew A faith of a select few. A truly refined emotion. Seething and bubbling up through the different layers of your psyche and permiating everything like a drop of blood in water. It condenses in a complex web of feelings, washing over and assimilating memories untouched before. A fuel for you. It adds determination and focus while blinding you to the rest of the world. 000621 ... sabbie for years, all i lived on was my rage. my hate. my hurt. my anger. it was all i ran on. it was all i felt, all i owned. looking back, i wonder how i lived through it all. how did i become something else, when that was all i was? evolution is an amazing thing. 000918 ... silentbob i never see anything clear when im in a rage i just see everything as against me and my worst enemy its when im at my most supreme cavernous depressions do i reach clarity. 001128 ... *Colleen* The smallest thing has eaten away at my soul, building more and more tension as minute troubles follow, the pressure becomes absolutely unbearable. A million things run through my mind and straight out of my mouth before I realize they were ever there. The air seems so thick, my body filled with horrid rage. This sickening feeling rising up, its origin unknown. My self control has failed me yet again. Abandoned me, out in the cold with the irrepresable frostbite conquering my body one lim at a time. Finally, reality strikes. The trait that I despise most, I have taken for my own. The Horror that I have seen day after day has slowly grown on me. I have become my worst enemy. The air has now been sucked from my lungs. Gasping and crying, I squirm and kick, refusing to calm. A soothing voice attempts to assuage my choleric bahevior, but it is much too late. The monster has been let loose. I have inherited this horrible cancer, it takes over my mind one cell at a time. There is no escaping my fate. I will be just like the rest, hurting all the ones I love. And I must face the fact that eventually, I will be alone, and the only one I have to blame is my self. 010623 ... vampers is eating away at me. breaking me down. 010623 ... thedunator Pits me against the world. Makes me truly who I am. We are all hidden forms of rage. 010918 ... suppresedsheryl 22 years worth and no amount of sobbing, stomping, screaming, or slamming doors will bring it out it swirls around inside of my stomach an inescapable cell my existence I have learned to peacefully coexist with this in fact- I very rarely get angry, I am a very mellow person, and I suspect an innately happy one. I wonder who I would have been. I could have been a lot of things and I grieve everyday for what is lost for what I will never be 011005 ... she cuthach in gaelic 011216 ... ClairE it's all the you know, the way people who speak about Virginia Woolf in an intimate tone feel waving hands and shortlived and all in the throat anger is more solidly destructive. can't women ever be angry? you feel rage, but if you feel anger you are working out issues in therapy. rage is sort of sacred though 011216 ... so fucking lost and he gave me mine back and i'm not sure i wanted it anymore. but now i have it, and it's tearing me apart 020209 ... blown cherry It seemd to dry up for those 3 years I wasn't myself. Then I returned, and with me followed the rage I used to know so well. Strengthening me. Empowering me. I never scare myself with it. It rushes through my body and makes me feel omnipotent and enlightened. I feed off my rage. It is my refuge. 020331 ... continuous ache it used to be an acquaintance, now it never leaves me. my true companion. 020331 ... Casey My rage is my Id, my Hyde. My uncontrolable self that seeks to be free. Sometimes I think it's a loosing battle and I should just let it take over. 020331 ... velvetdesire i don't own enough rage for it all 020331 ... DedManWalking the pain searin my flesh as if it were a razor cuts into the mind like salt to an open wound stinging the thoughts, infecting them with a virus, this virus is capable to destroy the mind of myelf and others, this is my rage.......... 030620 ... x i would rather die than ever let it out again 030620 ... endless desire rage. no. i don't believe i am very familiar with rage. 030620 ... karl the weed im full of rage, except when im not. 030621 ... Ni i am generally a happy person... i do not have much rage and what there is i rarely let out (ive developed the ability to contain my emotions to a fine art) if however i do, i am so lost in it, so entirely consumed by it, that i do not even notice the rage until after i have returned to my normal state of mind but by then it i too late and all i can do is regret 030925 ... mysticspiral I don't cry. I have no horrible childhood experiences to explain it. I just don't cry. I snap. When i snap it is like everything around me is supposed to be broken and i am just helping it realize it's potential. Just as a drowning man thinks of nothing but air, so too do I only think about releasing the... the... the thing which consumes me. I suppose you could call it rage, but that word doesn't quite seem fitting for the moster I become upon it's slow release. 031003 ... oldEphebe i'm pretty laid back, no tough guy or anything, but yeah..i think real authentic maelstroms of rage...should only be surrendered to..ah in let's say a life or death situation..there are ways to assert your being powerfully without losing control ... 031003 ... nomatter killing in the name of 031003 ... ruecksprung bullet with butterfly wings 031008 ... a thimble in time "Rage" Filled with fucking hate Consumed by wanton pride I yearn to give to someone Just an ounce of what’s inside Anger for scholastic ignoramuses Scorn for fashionable morality Accursed be political correctness A conflagration to herd religiosity 040202 ... misstree prickle and boom meet in mayhem and there are spikes along my spine again, my hands clench into claws and every smile is a snarl. it's here again, back again, burning and breaking again, and it superimposes itself and tints everything a deep, mean red. i don't know how don't know how i how i SLIPPED here, i thought it was sealed, it's been drugged to a stupor and beaten to uselessness but like some b-movie vampire smapping from sleep, it has risen and attacked. i pant and i shield and i try to turn when the bile bursts forth, try to hide when the ugliest ripples, but it stays inside and festers, it eats and it grins and grows. the monsters know it. they feel it, and they smile, and they coo to it and they draw it out, and one will smooth it back down, and one thinks it won't bite, but its teeth are stilettos and its desperate lunging is working its stake out of the soil... 040210 ... (calmly) attacking walrus Is something that I never feel. Just step back and usually you'll realize that you're just feeling guilty and don' t want to admit it. Actually, You can use this in any situation. 040211 ... attacking walrus And don't get enraged at me for saying that rage isn't an emotion. You're just feeling guilty that you are angry,(which is an emotion) 040211 ... misstree i disagree intensely... there is very little that can make me feel guilt, and in fact guilt is one of the few things that can drop me out of a rage... a rage is a blind hunger for boom... if it's not an emotion then it's because it's too primal to be termed such... it is as basic as terror... i can kind of comprehend a person never feeling rage, but only to a point... rage is anger turned upon itself like a circuit completed... it is immolating aggression with no bindings... it's pure and destructive and cleansing, and it's the one emotion that can get me by the balls like no other... sheesh... here i am all laid back for once and still singing soliloquies about the Crunch... fury_feeder, anyone? 040211 ... oldephebe I ah read that exchange.... 040323 ... her royal highness the quirk damnit life, leave me the fuck alone 040429 ... kookaburra I ah read that exchange too... yippee... do we get medals of honor? 040429 ... zspookster oooooh, you're just so dark and goth-y, huh, karl? get over yourself, darling.. i think you might have ADHD... (har har har har) 040808 ... pete ...i send this out to the living dead who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized so serene on the screen you was mesmerized... oi i can't go on singing this song while i listen to folk_alley, that is too much of a contridiction for me 040809 ... me "What's the matter?", she asked with genuine concern, and even a bit of frustration. He had been acting different lately. Quiet. Not himself. and it was effecting her. She couldn't be herself around him if he wasn't being himself around her. He sighed, and looked down the dark road, through the white glow of his headlights. He paused for a minute, thinking. How could he explain? How could he tell her what was on his mind? How could he explain his silence? How could he explain this urge to crawl into his own mind, and forget about life? He couldn't. He couldn't tell her that it was her fault. No, he couldn't tell her how she made him feel. I know your game, he thought. I know how you lead a guy on, and get to know him just enough to find his soft spot, and then stick a knife in it. I see how you treat people. The words on Lamb of God floated through his head..."everything you claim not to be has now come to define you." I see how you think you're everything you say you hate, and don't know it. I see how you flit around with every guy you have the smallest crush on, get to know him, then rip his heart out by the roots. Why don't you just tug a little harder on mine, he thought. I see you're just a superficial as the rest, and how you only pretend to be deeper than that. And i feel sorry for you. I feel bad that society, and maybe even your own mind and self conciousness won't let you shine. Becuase every now and then, I get a glimpse of who you really are. And this is the girl I fell in love with. Not this pretty, self assured, gossiping teen that you've become. And i see this amazing girl underneath all the makeup, and underneath the expensive clothes, inside the high heels, and I miss her. I see how she gets shoved down,only to appear for short lengths of time. I feel sorry that this girl does not show. This lonely, timid, deep girl who I can tell has more experience, wisdom, and pain inside of her than she lets on. Every now and then, this wonderful girl shows up, and I look into the eyes of a godess. Every once in a while, she comes through. But then you shove her down again. Maybe its the strive to be unique from everybody else like you say want to be. Or maybe it's your reluctance to just open up, and be yourself, and let your personality shine, for fear of regection or embarressment. And it's torture. For me, maybe for you. Becuase I see this girl inside of you, and I love her deeply. But I only see enough to keep me curious, and most of the time I am frustrated. That girl, the one who is ignorant and superficial, that is not you. The girl inside is you. Maybe someday you'll let her out, or maybe you just don't know she's there. Maybe someday, I'll tell you. I'll open my mouth, my mind, and my heart for real, and all this will come spewing out. Maybe in short bursts. Maybe all at once. Maybe when I get to talk to this girl, my silence will be broken. But not now. Not when you're this young. Not when you're this ignorant, and inexperienced. Your not ready. You wouldn't listen. You're not open minded enough to understand, or even attempt to. You would just push away, and think I'm crazy, or get mad, and insulted. You would not listen. So I'll wait. And for now I'll keep my mouth shut, and let this eat me up inside, because i hope it will be better in the long run. "Nothing", he says. He stares down the road, a blank deep stare, with a sad half-smile on his face. He is quiet. His mind rages. 041229 ... WestSide! He estado funcionando por veinte años y todavía esa sombra me frecuenta. El mundo, apenas no saldrá. He perdido la resistencia del innocense, la sabiduría y la autoridad pura de mi unchained ser guiless. No piense que 050803 ... birdmad you can add my blood-stained spit to that one day's stains, and you know which i mean 050804 ... me ever seen red? ever felt rage? that debilitating rage that makes your body sahek? that brings you too your knees? the rage that is so blinding, your vision is blurred, not from tears, but in your mind. where you are afriad to move, for what actions may resound, and afriad to open your mouth, for what words may escape. because you arent sure if yu will be able to hear what you say, or feel what you do. you might not even know you're doing it. so its best to shake in place, to feel like you will explode from the tension, tof eel your heart race at lethal speeds. to shake, andquiver in place, eyes shut, teeth grinding through your tongue in an effort to keep your mouth shut, nails digging through palms in an effort to stay still. throat sore and dry, and clmaped shut to keep the scream inside. ever felt like that? 050807 ... Rikae Arson I love the way Brad Dourif gets mad in the movies. It's glorious. 060721 ... violet strangt rage in the glint of her red laquered nails, rage in her fiery stare. 060726 ... black hunter Cloud up my memories, so that I may free my thoughts. 060802 ... f why are you so dark ? did you never see the sunshine? it's not all bad .. we all have a chance to make things better.. sometimes it only takes a minute or so to change your whole life.. we hope that you make the right choises in that minute!! you could spend a life time living out that minute and if it was the wrong choise then there is always another minute around the corner.. nobody knows what is going to happen... people alwys say to me don't worry... and you know what.. taht is most probably the best advise anyone has given me... where does worrying get you? .. but no body told me how to stop worrying.. that would have been even better advise. 060803 ... f why are you so dark ? did you never see the sunshine? it's not all bad .. we all have a chance to make things better.. sometimes it only takes a minute or so to change your whole life.. we hope that you make the right choises in that minute!! you could spend a life time living out that minute and if it was the wrong choise then there is always another minute around the corner.. nobody knows what is going to happen... people alwys say to me don't worry... and you know what.. taht is most probably the best advise anyone has given me... where does worrying get you? .. but no body told me how to stop worrying.. that would have been even better advise. 060803 what's it to you? who go blather from