There is this side
To me—
To us all, perhaps—
That wants
unfettered
Freedom.
To rip off my clothes
To unleash
The savage
Beast.
To rise high—
Hard—
Ready to fuck
Things up.
To shout out
With thunder—
FUCK—
Fuck you.
Fuck me.
Fuck all,
You see?
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
And if one doesn’t love it,
Mother fuck fuck!
Wow. I guess I just
Got
That
Out.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes catharsis can come out in one word.
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Yes....yes... YES!!! There is indeed that subtle murmur of something rumbling, shifting, rising, struggling, trying to force its head above the murky waters of whatever, to breathe, inhale deep, purifying mouthfuls of air. Yet, the age-old question: HOW? Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery and an irresistible poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
You are most welcome dear, Missy! I truly value your time and insights. In fact, I look forward to them. Thank you dearly. And, yay! You are the first commenter! 💥🗯️🧠🔥
Here is a raw, primal, and defiantly honest poetic equivalent of a scream into the void—part rage, part release, and completely unapologetic. There’s something universally human about that moment of boiling over and finally letting it rip, no filter, no finesse. Just truth, snarling and unshackled.
Indeed. Universally human and liberating too. In fact, it is in the getting stuff out that we find it no longer owns us. Thank you, dear friend, for your time and your insights. Much appreciated. 💥🗯️🧠🔥
Wilkommen, mein Freund 🕊🙏🏻
A poem that screams out in frustration, anger, rage. And after a quieting the catharsis. Well done
Indeed. Simple and pure. Thank you, Soren, for your time and analysis. Always anticipated and appreciated, my dear friend. 💥🗯️🧠🔥
I for one have this feeling more than I should, what a mind cleanser it would be to just stand in the street and do that, enjoyed the read
Oh boy would it and I sometimes so wish I could! LOL! I guess that is what poetry is for. Whew 😅 LOL! Amen to that, dear friend. Thank you for your time and your thoughts. Much appreciated. Always. 💥🗯️🧠🔥
You are very welcome
Sounds like a poem similar to mine. Here's verse 1 of it, being restrained:
Ohhh, F, F, F, and F
And furthermore F, F, F, and F
Steady on says Fido
That's a lot of F for one poem!
Well, it can't be a B or C when it is an F, can it. 😏🤣
What's it mean? you ask me. Don't ask me to 'translate' it! Oh noooo, says Fido. lol.
😂 Yeah, follow Fido’s advice! Don’t translate 🤣
Sometimes it just has to be done 🤣 and those who says they have never wanted too, are lying 🤥 🤣
You so know it, my dear friend. It is much necessary at times. Thank you so much for reading and getting it, my friend. 💥🗯️🧠🔥
Yep absolutely busted all those fonies lol
Teensy bit peeved today, was yer?
Nope...Got that out! 🤣 Sorry, couldn't resist!
.....And as you so rightly say, you got that out, didn't yer....
unapologetically and with great style.
I did. I actually, in all honesty, wasn't peeved when I wrote it. But I have been doing much work in getting stuff out for sure and this was a reflection of that. Thank you so much for your humor, time, and feedback. All always appreciated! 💥🗯️🧠🔥
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, Tony! Much appreciated! 💥🗯️🧠🔥
You're welcome
Superb and relatable.
Thank you Thomas! 💥🗯️🧠🔥
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