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Deviation Actions

Published: Feb 22, 2012

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_{tension builds, muscles begin to ache and clench
teeth grind, eyes close, fingers tighten around cold metal
fumble to untangle knotted wires offering stubborn salvation
the door slams, worn wood of the swing creaks, familiar ground
my private heaven in the midst of suburbia.

thudding bass, screaming guitars, the crash of drums
snarled words scraping vocal chords with every line
tightly coiled frustration loosens, scream it out
stress relief better than ten rounds with any punching bag
my porch is where i wage my private war, every word a weapon.

chest heaves, throat burns, a feral grin to the backyard
excess energy crackling as songs change but rapid beats stay
spitting a challenge in every word, revving for a nonexistent fight
find the edge and leap over it, shattering as the critical thoughts stop
i rip out of my skin, blessed silence reigning in my head.

slow song, old and well-known, sang without thought
drift in the peace, heart rate steadying, anger worked out
sink into the steady pace, cast away the last remnants
swing slowly as reality returns, feet scrape the porch
i crawl back into my battered mind, become me again.}