Clouds Of Anger by David Harris
When the clouds of anger descend upon our mind things are said in haste which can hurt deeper that the thrust of any sword and will haunt us forever. No amount of sorry will ever take them back
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When the clouds of anger descend upon our mind things are said in haste which can hurt deeper that the thrust of any sword and will haunt us forever. No amount of sorry will ever take them back
I need to relive my anger, it is killin me inside It is probaly cus im full of pridelots of people make me so mad Even my friend my boyfriend and my dadI want to just fight my anger awayBut so
anger is a force that can never dieanger is a force that lies deep within usanger is the force that can change a man life anger is the force that can create a killanger is the force that can ruin
I realized that you too get angry sometimes as human beings.But you should serve a substitute instead of ferocious Quake.The innocents poured precious tears in their lifetimeBut no gratitude shown
When you think in angerYou think in anger's termsWhen you walk in angerYou carry anger's germsAngry habits in daily lifeColor all you seeAnd paint a hostile worldAnd brings it home to theeAn
They are your own kids, cos, They were conceived within youThey were nourished, nurtured, fostered and brought up by you.High time you realized that these fiends are your own childrenAnd still
Kiss without angerStars were twinkling in the skyWind was coolBut there was no sound sleep & easiness.I was changing my sides on the bed.She was near to me but beyond to my approach.It was midni
Anger finds always its reasons to be, And sometimes may use a more powerful voiceThan it really possesses; as birds fluff their feathersIn mock-deadly duels, when choosing a mate.But anger too, h
Great buildings before her have toppled like dominosShe made them look as fragile as a castle of sandBuilt on the beach by children in the morningAnd washed out to sea when the tide floods the stra
Corrupted vision under a swaddling blindto things unable and things hard to find; impatience is a virtue to its clogging kindpenetrating hearts of stone in boldness clime! So much is painful in tu
She sat looking at me, Not listening to a word.Every time we talked, she Said my opinion was absurd—You should have seen my face; The anger I showed was a disgrace.For years, I have lived wit