Breathing in
the beautiful blasphomy
and blatantly boasting
of the brilliant blood pools.
The bridge burns
my body breaks
and I bureau bitterness
behind black clouds
bashfully broadcasting blissful illusion.
Blocking broken emotions
blissfully blundering and wondering
why the bruises led to barriers
and why I blindly believe such banter.
I'm on the brink of imbalance
and I breathe and blink
bound for oblivion
my body is broken
and the bridge is burned.
Author notes
I had the idea and I wanted to give it a try. It was a bit hard to write. Perhaps I'll come back to ammend this. Ideas are welcome.
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Comments
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Wow, there is a lot of 'b' alliteration in this. I think it works fairly well.
I like the flow. Particualrly of the first stanza.
There a lot of things going on in this- a kinetic, focused poem.
Nice!
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Oh this is so cool... I noticed the alliteration almost immediately, and this line just jumped out at me, "behind black clouds
bashfully broadcasting blissful illusion".
yes, I can see how it might be a bit hard to write... sometimes, it seems the "b" sound is a tad too forced, and perhaps, unnatural. But lovely imagery!
Keep it up!
Char
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