Liquid thoughts darkens my soul.
A storm on the horizon of my heart.
Wicked muses entangles deeper than
my spirit. Brainworks burn my psyche.
The crimson flows deep and intense.
So painful, I can live no longer.
Poetry is the living soul of a writer
By Pixee
Migraines consume
every part of this hollow shell, that contains
my psyche.
home.
The potency of the brain ruch is astounding.
I cry scarlet tears. . .
Comments
I really...
liked this one. Just a few little tweaks, to make it flow a bit smoother? Take away the ess at the end of darken[s]. Replace the ess on entangle[s] with a d. Put [in] in between deeper and my spirit.
Brainwork burn[s] my psyche.
Migraines fill my hollow soul
The potency of a brain rush is astounding.
I cry scarlet tears
Just suggestions, ~ Geezer
I appreciate
you calling me on my mistakes. I'm still not good on my spelling and
what to use the correct word/s. You have helped me a lot. Thank you
for critiquing my poem.
Poetry is the living soul of the writer.
by Pixee
hi:)
I liked the intensity of this write.
One observation:
oh gosh...Geezer already said it:)))
kind regards,
wolfy
I agree
with the both of you. I need to be more dilegent(sp) on my
poems. I am still a little ruff in poetry but am getting better
due to poets like you letting me know what I need to do
or not to do. Thank you for your time to critique.
Poetry is the living soul of the writer.
by Pixee
Friends,
Pixee