When I'm angry...
My typing speed increases by a factor of three
The words fly from my fingertips to the screen without thought
There is no time to think
When I reread my email, I wonder who wrote such beauty so clearly
I'm curious who this master wordsmith is to capture the essence of my feelings so precisely
I am in awe of the creature inside of me
Molten honey soars, carried by overburdened electrons
But only when I rage
It happens so rarely
Who is this creature who lives inside my head?
Who types so fast, and knits words together into art without thought?
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Eloquence upon Anger
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2 comments:
I love you style of writing! Its very smooth and I'm drawn in!!
Don't know what to say, but I hope you have the answers to your questions :-)
Rambleman
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