Late Night Stormy Paranoia

A poet searches and searches for words.

        Late Night Stormy Paranoia
 
                          He sat by candle light, shadow flames against a wall.
                          Pen in hand and pad of paper, insane voices down the hall.

                          Calling, Calling, Taunting, Taunting , itchy rafters under roof.
                          Madly writing, sweaty brow, shaggy beard, and single tooth.

                          Insane voices, creaky floors, cob web dances in a draft.
                          Late night stormy paranoia, writing spirals down a shaft.

                          Eerie laughter that he mutters, ice cold veins that beat with in.
                          Smiling plants, and singing rodents, last nights supper on his chin. 
                   
                          Voices calling, calling, thoughts are fast, like bat wings beat.
                          running around laughing wildly, setting down, then changing seats.

                          Writing fast, talking loudly, word induced insanity.
                          Late night stormy paranoia, soul consumed with calamity.

                          Viewer peers through dirty window, feelings which were very sad.
                          insidious acts of one old man, a desperate poet completely mad  

                          Pen is tapping against his forehead, gleaming look in his eyes.
                          Swarms of moths in his mind, continuous sounds of eager sighs.

                          Frantic pacing wall to wall, front door smashes  unto steps.
                          Lighting bolts and thunder crashes, head cocked back howling, MORE!

                          Late night stormy paranoia, jumbled words are his demise.
                          Late night stormy paranoia, haunt this poet as he cries.

Reviews

[Ees]

In the second to last stanza you use crashes twice which sounds too hard when reading the poem and the second crashes almost screams to be called "clapped" or claps.

This was an interesting poem with a hint of a story contained within. The image of this poet was very vivid. That is partially due to a romantic view I think most of us do have of these crazy writer types that we claim to be. Of course there is a reason for such a view.

This was fun to read and a little bit startling.
Great job!

[Enigma]

Stunning work. The rhythm is amazing. Like a marching beat, the poem progresses, with perfect rhymes. The word-play is really impressive. Loved it! Going straight to my favourites. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Late night stormy paranoia, jumbled words are his demise. Late night stormy paranoia, haunt this poet as he cries.......wonderfully haunting

[J.V. Stanley]

this poem is fantastic, mind blowing, actually. Love how you capture how writer's block can cause a sort of insanity within a writer, I know I feel about the same way when I am stumped and being at a loss for words isn't usually that happens to me often...I'm one that likes to talk but when creative inspiration is at a lull I feel much like this poet-tempting to beat my head against a wall in hopes that the jumbled words will fall out my ears and assemble themselves upon the paper. Wonderful write.

[rose with love]

OH WOW! I'm just blown away. From the very first word to the last I was breathless. amazing structure, the imagery=the best. this is my favorite from all your work. great job!

[Maryum Mazhar]

This is great. :D
The single tooth part made me smile, i don't know why, lol
my favorite line is " He sat by candle light, shadow flames against a wall." very literary. very cool.

Note : "with in" should be "within"

[penless writer]

Loved the poem. Just loved it. Metaphors are just awesome.
Somehow evil dead came to my mind. Lol

[~Blue Fantasy~]

Wow! This is an amazing poem!!! I love the story and the flow of it...it us one of a kind! Great write!

[Your Perfect Disaster]

Very very well put together.

[LinBin]

masterly done, well done x

[Raven Starhawk]

Masterful illusions cast this in a favorable light that is always adored.