Look on the surface and you'll see
calm waters, clear as glass
Lying just beneath is danger
cold anger, boiling red rage
Lying to myself has become natural
calculating emotions, filling glass bottles
A rock drops in the water
sending ripples, upsetting the calm
Anger rises to the surface
steaming rage spills, burning victims
After shocks shake my foundation
shattering the glass, loosing emotions
December 16, 2006
First poem written with Calligraphy set
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