Manic
By Chelsea.Anne
Mon, 13 May 2013
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Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolick
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear
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That's a great piece,
Permalink Submitted by The Walrus on
That's a great piece, Chelsea.Anne, delicious language, raw and visceral and a delight to read.
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Thanks, Chelsea.Anne. If you
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Thanks, Chelsea.Anne. If you comment when you read the work of others (just a simple 'I enjoyed that' is better than nothing) you'll attract comments on your own stuff - you deserve plenty of reads and comments to mull over.
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I think you deserve a wider
I think you deserve a wider platform for your worthy poems. If the poets on here do not appreciate good poetry enough to comment on your well-sculpted verses, then you should display your talents elsewhere. You can try writers-network or poetry soup. Poetry Soup has all kinds of creative contests where you can display your talents.
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