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Evolving Emotions: Love
Author: EKArts
Erin Knape is a University of Michigan senior majoring in psychology and minoring in creative writing. Her greatest passion has always been the arts, whether that be writing, painting, or photography. Capturing Campus, a weekly installment of poetry and photography, aims to capture campus life through artistic expression. Dive into Capturing Campus every Sunday!
Evolving Emotions: Anger- Poetry
Rehashed Rage
I woke up angry
to the blaring of a machine
in a world I didn’t ask to be thrown into.
I’ll go to work angry
at my boss
at that thing I said five weeks ago that nobody remembers but
I sit there
at my desk
listening in on whispers I don’t care about and
Still, I am angry
driving home
away from irritations to more irritations.
I didn’t do my laundry
so I walk over filthy clothes
hit my filthy couch and stew in it
Until it’s time to go to bed.
I yank a t-shirt from the floor,
scrape my teeth,
flick the lights,
and fall asleep, angry.
Evolving Emotions: Anger- Poetry
A’s, B’s, C’s, and D’s
Planted on a peculiar carpet
you examine the lanes
sectioned off with yellow stripes
and white lines
Patches of green grass
encircle the buildings,
each with their own symbol
and saturated design
Behind you is a dull
knock
Against your back
lay the bulk of your once proud tower
A’s and B’s
C’s and D’s
strewn about the carpet
By your side
is a pigtailed girl
with pronounced teeth
and corduroy pants
She did this.
Swept up
you shriek and scream
a gut-wrenching howl
over the tower lost
and dignity torn
Tears flow down
with a scowl of bright fury.
Outstretched,
your hands wave
pleading for attention,
a witness to this injustice,
this crime of heinous intent.
You cry out for the giant
looming over the threshold
to bring about your uprising
and snatch her and her pigtails
in a fit of glory
With a turn of the head
thunderous booms
and scooping arms
The giants lifts you,
meeting the air
This is not what is just.
You shriek once more
flailing limbs to break free
from this traitorous captor
Your eyes meet the lettered blocks
and the hands
rearranging them
before you are carried away
For an hour-long slumber.
Evolving Emotions: Anger- Photography
Despite what it looks like, I enjoyed taking these!
Evolving Emotions: Anger- Poetry
Morning
Flecks of glass across hardwood
shimmering in refreshed morning light
like faux emeralds.
Chair legs rest
splintered and sharp
near the toppled kitchen table
that you bought with her.
Looking down
knuckles: green and yellow
with blistery red accents.
Your eyes are red too
like burst fireworks
or spider webs.
Spent, you sit
on an old wine stain
the carpet carries
letting an empty home fill your head
with silence deserved.
Evolving Emotions: Anger
Thoughts on Anger
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