[Rain]

Unexpected frustration boils in my hands,
a look received by a deceiving woman sends chills through my aching bones.
Pity is taken from your sickening voice,
come to terms only to come to the realization that I disdain you.
Tantalize me with my hopes, my dreams, my thoughts,
my revenge lies close around the corner, I’ve found your weak spot, little missy.
Living to crush spirits, sleeping content I dream,
as you’re cradled into disturbing dreams by overly fed egos.

I have begun breathing,
Steadily being avenged by no one else but yourself,
Karma has declared war.

[Peppy]

Hahaha, I always loved how you end your poems. It's always strong and seems to sum up the whole poem nicely. It'a a quality I like to see in poems. This is the first entry I read by you that doesn't rhyme, but it was good nonetheless. It's filled with aggression and revenge-ish feelings. Whatever goes around, comes around, right? (The trick is to stop it when it's held .)

Good, entry, Rain.

[Rain]

I love when you review my stuff, thanks Peppy.