A poet's stage fright

I'm back and loving you poetry

 

You trip and swallow nails

Burn your words at the peak of their stare    

The black mold tattoo’s around your ankles

A familiar face deletes your hate

You’ll be the pause, the cause of their applause  

The crowd eyes your loosely used verbs

Brace their lies on your framed shoulders

Damn, they have you twisting like a bracelet of fear

Shaking like a snake really to strike their cheer

Wearing down their tears

Waiting for their voice to guide you away from their spear

The noise from their drumming fingers echo

Dangles your fate on a flip of heads or tails

Hum, the high from not knowing your next line

 Makes you hitch hike your hand inside their brain and claimed their emptiness

Maybe you should guitar your powered busy lips inside their weakness

Blow it on the game of many middy mow, catch a poet by it soul      

You failed at the thought of breaking their worth

That sideway pillar of strength, you practiced

Rocked the birth of the rain and put your heart beat to shame    

At the sound of their sneakers snickering

 You replace their face, held onto their space

Shutting up those wannabe’s M.C.  

The air screams for a moment, darkness thickens  

Slights their movement with their shoelace

In one flip, their lungs swallow your pain

You battled the microphone, expressed but broke your vowel

A familiar face paints your lips, inspiration strikes    

You limp and writer’s block pouches back

Decision forms on hollow ground

Taking you for a walk though the garden of lost sympathy

A poet’s arms chill, hope is a living germ, victimizing change of positivity   

Author's Note

Thanks everyone for coming back and reading my work..

Much love n respect,
Diving Diva

Reviews

[These Haunted Hallways]

Wow, this has a lot of twists and turns in it and very though-provoking as well. It's hard to regain control when a poet has writer's block. It's a feeling that you want to write so badly, but just...cant. But when u get that sudden boost of inspiration or something else, feelings, thoughts, and emotions will pour all over the place, and things will get back on track once again. Good job hun :)

B.A.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Anna,
Nice to see you back on the page.
You look fine.
Your words ring with splendor, you sing.
----- Eagle Cruagh