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19. R Is For Revenge
R is for revenge, remorse and regret;
Standing for our past we cannot forget.
Standing for our hate, the venom lost love injects.
Standing for the scars that our outsides now project.
R is for a riddle, a rant, this rhyme;
Standing for our minds, playing with time.
Standing for confusion of mixed signals and signs.
Standing for this broken poet, who claims she is fine.
Yes, R is for revenge and countless other things.
R is for the reflected emotion that soils us human beings!
For the revenge that drives us to do unspeakable acts…
Is the same R that this world rotates around, and keeps it intact.
R is for revenge, remorse and regret;
Standing for our past we cannot forget.
Standing for our hate, the venom lost love injects.
Standing for the scars that our outsides now project.
R is for a riddle, a rant, this rhyme;
Standing for our minds, playing with time.
Standing for confusion of mixed signals and signs.
Standing for this broken poet, who claims she is fine.
Yes, R is for revenge and countless other things.
R is for the reflected emotion that soils us human beings!
For the revenge that drives us to do unspeakable acts…
Is the same R that this world rotates around, and keeps it intact.
-Wroxy Work
2012
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Number 19 on my 100 themes challenge. This tells about how humans sometimes need revenge, and whether accidental or on purpose it always ends up happening. Without pain we would not be what we are, humans. We are a big part of how our world goes 'round! Anyways I just wrote this up really quick in science class but I was sort of content with it so here it is!
Feedback! Tell me what you think of this poem. Did you like it? Did I capture the thought process well? Tell me what you think please, and if you want me to check out some of your poetry don't be afraid to ask. (Even though I'm not that popular
)
100 themes challenge can be found on my current jrounal page, here is the original link: [link]
Thank you for all of the support, to my watchers and to the people who just stop by to read and
! You're the reason that all of my writing is possible, and you guys keep me going! 
And please do not copy my work without giving me credit.
Feedback! Tell me what you think of this poem. Did you like it? Did I capture the thought process well? Tell me what you think please, and if you want me to check out some of your poetry don't be afraid to ask. (Even though I'm not that popular
)100 themes challenge can be found on my current jrounal page, here is the original link: [link]
Thank you for all of the support, to my watchers and to the people who just stop by to read and
! You're the reason that all of my writing is possible, and you guys keep me going! And please do not copy my work without giving me credit.
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