Rage
#1
What is Rage?

Knowing you've failed
to hurt what you hate.









... probably not a poem, but it stuck with me for a while.
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#2
the absence of control
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#3
The digital lord has a slightly different take.

On a side note, italics make no sense to me right here. I try to avoid italicization in poetry, but overuse it in prose.
If you're the smartest person in the room, you're in the wrong room.

"Or, if a poet writes a poem, then immediately commits suicide (as any decent poet should)..." -- Erthona
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#4
That may be one definition for Rage but there are others. Failing to get what you crave can be about many things, revenge, sex, drugs, tickets to Elton John :-)
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#5
This one has stuck with me for a while, Death.

Who even knows what a poem is? Maybe it's an epitaph? Truism? 

I don't super love the italics, though. The words are powerful enough on their own.

Good job, you. >Big Grin< >Big Grin<
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#6
my problem with this piece is that the title is definitive, but the poem itself is...limiting. like others have said, there are other forms of rage, or if not other forms, since this doesn't seem to deal with forms, then other reasons behind it. so it doesn't really reach out to me as a truism -- more clever(ish) wordplay meant to express the speaker's whatever at the moment. and at the moment, this reader ain't much enjoying.

or maybe it's a comment on how the world is actually a constant state of hate, and not being enraged is a form of repression? but that sounds kinda stupid, especially in this sociopolitical climate -- actually, in any sociopolitical climate, unless this were a winding-refn film. *shrugs*
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#7
have you not ever been more enraged than when your plan to get back at someone failed? Getting even is the bees knees and when you are denied that you're pretty fucking pissed. This is base, not meta. What enrages someone more than not being able to get even, I can't think of a single thing.

Yes, there are many different definitions for rage. Who gives a fuck. I don't think listing every one of them would have helped the poem.

You might like coffee, but if you don't get any you might bitch and moan but you ain't killing someone over it. That mother fucker cuts you off one more fucking time who knows what you might do to get even with him for driving like a cunt.

really can't stay in this topic it's making my blood boil just thinking of the mother fucker who stole my shit. I'd fucking kill him, and i consider myself to be a reasonable guy.
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