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RH Sep 15
Twisting
Turning
Writhing
Wrapped tightly ‘round my thoughts
Squeezing
Squirming
Demanding
To ignore it would be naught
Powerful
Majestic
Destructive
Leaves logic dead in its wake
Beautiful
Sernene
Inviting
Maybe I’ll listen this once
Just a feeling that crossed my mind, probably not that good. Enjoy anyway! -RH
You better tame
that beast,
locked in the
cages wanting to
be released,
trying it's hardest
to want to break free,
reeking havoc in
the jungle, and
trying to flee,
control that temper,
remove that frown,
go get a tranquilizer, and
put that beast down,
do what you got to do,
to subdue that beast,
for the safety of others,
just to say the least,
I am just saying,
No, I am not playing,
If I were you,
I would be on
my knees praying,
OH, LORD PLEASE HELP ME,
To Tame this Beast,
MY EMOTIONS
ARE OUT OF CONTROL,
just like a VOLCANO,
MY TOP is about to BLOW,
SO, I WILL JUST GO TAKE A WALK, and
HAVE A LITTLE TALK, WITH JESUS,
LET HIM WORRY
about my
PROBLEMS!!!,
WHATEVER THE SITUATION IS,
HE WILL SURELY RESOLVE THEM,
So, Tame that Beast,
What are you waiting for???
Don't let the "LION!!!" within you
"BREAK FREE!!!" and
"ROAR!!!!!"
I AM SAVING "YOU!!!" THE TROUBLES,
Just to say the least,
"SO PLEASE!!!"
Control your Emotions, and
TAME THAT BEAST!!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/10/2025
Bekah Halle Sep 13
In my need for control,
I became the monster —
A flower in the wind, has no control,
an arbitrary victim
without determined vision as it blows from side to side,
it has no views about the matter
when it sees its beauty shattered
into petals that are scattered far and wide
B C Steffan Sep 1
I’ve never met
Someone like you
You’re just so…

“In control of my emotions”

No
Scared of them
A conversation with a friend.
Nebylla Aug 17
The shackle removed from my wrist
Leaves it inornate;
Leaves me to wonder its fate
A bracelet or just a bigger brace.
After leaving a hotel and having my wristband cut off , I had a weird train-of-thoughts which inspired me to quickly write this
We were each put in this life, on this planet,
To build our souls inside,
Too be open, explore, always search, so many,
Different life styles, to mix with, as we float,
In the open sky.
We were warned of evil, false prophets, forces,
That will control our life and mind, they,
Keep recruiting, so many, in a very short time.
Everyday their grooming, to keep your thoughts and bodies in fear,
A new war now, attacks the human mind, is the end of mankind near?
After you receive a taste of the evil, most jump in line,
They love repeating the worst cruel stories, many times,
A good person is not allowed one mistake, if they do,
They are labeled, for the rest of their life time.
Positive encouraging stories, are sometimes laughed at,
Or twisted around, like a wild vine,
Even if someone helped them, they claim to be the hero,
Every time, many in this life, think they are so perfect,
Only in their words, for their actions never show any signs.
They may think their fooling everyone, as their personal life,
Falls farther behind.

                                            The Original: Tom Maxwell ©8/5 2023 AD
Zywa Aug 6
At dinner, in bed,

and on holiday, always --


Planning & Control.
For Lotte W and Paul J, with a photo of Paul in the courtyard he maintains, where he wears the shirt he designed for the Planning & Control department of the Arkin mental healthcare institution (July 3rd, 2009, Amsterdam)

Collection "Local interest"
lisagrace Aug 1
The girl was only eleven,
when she first thought

                            "What if I went?"

When even escaping
to magic-filled hardcovers
could not ease her descent

School bullies were not all
that pulled her
towards the yawning void,
on eggshells she walked
around him,

being careful not to flip
his switch
He'll twitch -
see red
It filled her with dread
Better to stay tight lipped -

                Better to be

                                     His pet
The next part of the Retrospective poem series. A growing awareness of fear and control.
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