fiction-

I think I am becoming more conspicuous
How ridiculous.
To feel so fictitious
and capricious.

I think I am becoming more antagonistic
how mystic
and completely unrealistic
to feel completely cryptic.
 

the scream-

could you tear it from my throat?
My scream that wants to rent the sky
but is sticking
stuck
my anger is out of luck

do the mad yapping dogs feel it?
My scream that wants to shatter glass
but is jamming
jammed
my would-be anger dammed

who will loose it from my body?
My scream that wants to wrack the the world?
but is catching
caught
where anger comes to naught

will you wrench it from my heaving chest?
my scream that wants to shred the soul
but is paralysed
petrified
my anger so undignified

wrench it from my throat and give me rest.