A/N: Alright, suggested by LonelyKitty. I also decided to do this one cause I'm mad at my brother. He told me you spell colour like "color" in canadian only to go and tell me I spelt it wrong and it is actually spelled "colour". I was very angry at him, cause I already have bad enough gramer as it is...
InfinityOnTheRun: Thanks for the review. Glad to see that I got the effect I wanted!
LonelyKitty: So glad that you like them so much! I'm surprised that you were able to grab the 'hidden' concept (the shadow symbolysing(sp?) them). But I am curious on which poem you see the Earl... If I was to choose one I would think "Oil Pastel" but we think differntly. Any ways, here's your haterd (hate). I will proberly use your others later, even death. But i'm going to put a twist on that
Akky-Chan: Welcome to my poems I lvoe your ideas and I am just urging to write them out, but at the moment my mind is slow. I blame finals...
Timcanpy: I'm so happy that you liked Timcanpy's I'll definity use your ideas but i'll morph them into my own wording and stuff... cause i'm like that. Glad to see that you think their beautiful
Hatred of a Mad Man
It boils and burns.
An unusual feeling
Confusing my thoughts.
As the water boils over
Shouts and screams erupt from my mouth.
As you yell at your target
Tossing objects and shattering glass,
In the darkness of your room
My body heating up in anger.
As you try to make them understand
Words become mindless screeches.
As your throat becomes just plain raw
Biting my lip,
Drawing your blood
Looking away from them.
Who do not understand
I walk away with fists clenched,
And leaving shocked faces
Retreating to my room.
A disaster from before
Sitting on my bed,
Your head in your hands
My shoulders shake with pleasure.
As the heat leaves your body
Replacing heated anger,
That was born
With cold furry.
That is deathly silent
Relaxing my shoulders I lean back,
Smacking you hand against your head
Laughing to myself.
A cold bitter laugh
"Oh those shocked faces,
That you just left behind
Were plain priceless!"
Of not understanding
Am I not allowed to yell?
To get angry or frustrated
My hands slip off my face,
And land on the broken blanket
Feeling hot and cold.
As your body returns to normal
Looking up at the roof,
Like a baby rag doll
A smile spreads across my lips
The feeling making itself known
Water boils over in my heart.
That you are not allowed to show
This unusual feeling,
Is not so unusual after all
For this cursed destroyer of time,
To hate everyone of you all