Reclined on inclination.
Commanding anger rather than anger commanding.
I carry on, handled as one that is loved, to become one who has arrived.
Tickle my tendency to be fickle.
I object to recognize the good in your action.
Cheer leading that sears exceeding.
Trust me while I don’t trust you.
The worm in the apple of concern.
Distant lover angering, not inching, closer.
The language of anger allows one to deny what anger is actually about. The statement “I’m angry at… or because…” feels better while angry, thus justifying anger, rather than questioning it.
These ayes are a blast.
Miffed and adrift.
Setting my faith on fire.
Wise and graceful in suffering.