Splattered against tomorrows
canvas rage is the new fad.
Black and blue
have replaced
red and orange
flames leap
from her being.
She's an angry alcoholic
with a story to tell.
She goes dancing across
the souls
of the innocent
tip toeing across
fields of lies and
deceit .
The voice
of an angel
with black holes
for eyes
she just doesn't
see the humor in
living.
Scratches
against her arms,
bruises on her cheekbones,
she's the skeleton
of worlds past.
Dangerous little
bitch
encased in a alcohol bottle
telling stories
of false Gods and promises
of leisure.
She's only free when
she's flying high,
living dangerously
with her eyes a blaze.
She's a succubus,
but we call her
love.
Author notes
I think I found my muse!!!!!!
Couldn't sleep...so I wrote.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow...
.... Do you perform at poetry slams? If not you should check them out from the flow of your poetry I think you would do quite well at them. I am not sure was city you are near, but if a cowpoke town like Denver has them I am sure you could find one where you are at
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I don't recite my poetry in front of crowds...it's just to let off steam mostly...or to alleviate the stress inside of my head. Thanks for the comment though.
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You havepainted the life of an alcaholic so well, so descriptive and real Nice use of metaphores.Your words are compelling, and carry so much meaning. I enjoyed this so much. I like your style. It makes me think,
which is so important in poetry.
THank you
John
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Great write you have here. Looks like your muse made you proud for this write. Nice flow and great choice of words.
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