Walking on Eggs

wut's with anxiety? it spreads and violates like a poisonous mist.
you're caught unaware
then POOF!
it becomes rage.

a tempest, a flurry of madness
the air is filled with heaviness and knives are raining on everyone
slowly, gradually
it dissipates,
that poisonous mist.

leaving everything and everyone in shambles,
closed doors and stony stares
the calm is a sham
the air is still oppressive
you never know when it'll explode.

Still Untitled

How do you cry silently?
No sound at all
A cry so deep, it needs to be hidden
Crying like this,
Do you wonder
About the pain that caused it?
Anger is pain too right?
A mounting anger; It, too, runs deep
But why hide this?
Ah, there must be love behind it
Yes, behind it.
Love is powerful, yes.
So powerful, it creates it's own tempest
It lets the tempest rage on
Until love is truly behind it all.
After the tempest, does love step forward?
Ah no, love creates another spawn
regret
Love is powerful, yes.
But it's always behind
The rage and regret it creates -
Insignificant and forgotten.