Palpitations of my beating heart,
Ideas formulate and are gone before they start,
Electric pulses down my veins,
My blood on a motorway taking up all the lanes,
My muscles contract then lay in silence,
Lots of feelings making nonsense,
Death's brush,
What a rush,
Scorching air,
Cold crush,
Next doors ear to the wall?
Soft movement's turn into freefall,
Silent sweeps of adrenaline,
As my mouth bends into an unwilling grin,
Raw energy at my feet,
Never felt so sweet,
Ruling the world never came to mind,
But come to mention it,
Leadership this strong you don't just find,
Is this madness? Are my thoughts good?
Have I turned into what they always said I would?
A lunatic.
A contest entry
- Anything by crystallynnbradford.
300 points, ended July 30, 2008, 88 entries
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Comments
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i like this piece a lot...i think that the ideas and emotions in this piece flow very nicely and I especially love the last lines
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I think this has potential. But for the rhymes to work the meter must be more consistent.
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Bravo!!! this was such a wonderful poem!!
there was a lot of imagery which I like and
Metaphors that go really well. None of them seem like they should not be used in this.. You did a really good job.. And your words flowed so well, you expressed so much in your words.. This was so unique, I don't think that I've read anything like this before.. Bravo!!! wonderful job..Thanks for sharing this with us!!!
Angel
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Brilliant!!!
WOW! Your beautiful masterpiece flies high and serenely reaches the kalaidescopic sky, leaving a trail of magnificence in its wake. This poem is absolutely awesome and utterly unique, so much so that I enjoyed the reading experience several times!! I applaud your wonderful imagery and outstanding use of metaphoric surrealism!!! Thank you for sharing your mahvahlous work with all of us; and in answer to your quizzical riddle, NO - you are no lunatic. 
Write on, shine on, Poet!!!! Peace, Cyn
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