Used to be poem

I used to be a silver platter
serving anyone who rang.
But now I am
the tarnished platter

replaced for the gorgeous.

Painful Anger

Anger coursing through his veins.
Belittling all of his
Closest friends.
Destroying all objects in his mind.
Ever pushing
Forgetting to
Grasp the bonds to which
He is held.
Information flutters in his skull but he
Just ignores it.
Killing and suppressing
Lovely thoughts of peace
Menacingly he starts to calm

Now he starts to think
On the horrible things that will
Protrude in his life if he continues.
Quietly he
Refocuses his thoughts.
Starting with the happy things.
Tony, he starts to hear.
Understanding that the
Vile pain will return
When he lets them in, but they break in with their mental
X-ray vision. They know
You best after all. The

Zoo of my mind calms. It’ll be alright.

Battle

Their now silent bodies surround me
Covered with that lovely crimson color
Their battle cries still ringing in my head
Drowning out our glorious victory tune
We had conquered
They had lost
Its just paint ball
But I am the victor nonetheless