Ego, Energy, Emotions

Sonnet Series for  Fedoramax
Monster* the drink
Emotion Anger:

Part One.
Surrounding myself in the darkness of the room, mixing fear with terror.
The surroundings of mine grow black and my head fills with harmonic horror.
Soon my rage is released into every corner, ever door, wall, and floor shakes with might.
Soon even all the room, begins to panic and the lights ignite.

Part Two
Light up, the dark, the one place where anger thrives and grows ever better.
As the things that once tormented me, now outside get wetter,
Damp like a bog in spring, this is the unity I call my anger
Heavy headed soon starts to set thunder shards of light and danger.

Part Three
The room glowing shades of bourbon, then suddenly shading the room with crimson glows
Through the window yonder lies the world that made this anger flow.
Shooting out of my body as I stretch out to the window, and throw out the emotion, my flaws,
Tossing the parchment sheet curtains aside with my clenched paws,

Energy Strong:

Part One.
Cans of monster* that lie on the floor from the night before, scattered all around the place.
This soon, slows the lightning bolts, and the energy put a big ol’ smile on my face.
I take a can and drink the vessels remaining droplets and laughs tossing it to the pile.
No longer am I drowned in doubt, no longer do I feel so vile.

Part Two.
Now I feel better. I feel like nothing can stop me.
I now feel like me and the world is in perfect harmony.
The world seems less dark at this time,
The worlds a better place, when you got some rhyme.

Part Three
With all this energy, I can never be stopped; I will never slow down at all.
When the lights go out on the streets at night that is when it is my call
To search to hunt to capture happiness where it falls,
To win, and to get my bit of the teat, I feel so tall.







Ego Essential

Part One
Now I am full of happiness no longer angry at anything, really I could care less.
Felling sudden emotions change boosts my ego, I had to confess.
Thank goodness for monster*, I feel alive, I feel so safe, I feel so great.
I put the middle finger up to it, and suddenly I feel irate

Part Two
It is easy to remember the happiest times in life, but I feel quite happy to be nostalgic in any way.
Sometimes it feels like emotions are tossed aside like a beam or the beats of the suns ray.
Sometimes we forget to remember how we feel, sometimes every day
It slowly slips into the abyss, of that recoiling room, that very tinted shade of grey.
Part Three
It’s better to live the life being happy and playful rather than under shame.
It’s better to live from outsides these restricted borders and take a picture outside a frame
It’s better to live with justice and live knowing we have these flaws.
I live my life better than before without feet, I feel better with foot paws!

Poem By  An_Bear_Mor
Part of a trade :3