Psychotic Waltz

Fundamentals of madness

    warping skin around the brain 
miter'd head splits wide open, 
        like blue skies wanting to thunder
dark heart leapt out from under
          blinded burnish'd eyes
world looks annihilated
       from the validity of upside down
birds have severed vocal chords,
butterflies shed their wings
          there's no dance left, aside from
   ghost steps of a psychotic menacing waltz
          & one dark raven hauntingly swaying

Author's Note

Reviews

[m.s.early]

Eerie yet intriguing. The flow so carefully leads one line to the next that I was done before I knew it and read it twice more before gathering my bearings. It made me think of a pleasant trip into insanity as if an invitation. Naturally my mind lends to the thought of Poe whenever anyone mentions a raven around me (and The Allen Parsons Project for that matter) and for me, that added to the darkness.

Great. I love having my mind bent.

[Frieda P]

Yes insanity by invitation only, ha, thanks, I love your review....

[icelandicblue]

I know this waltz in my sleep...It is hauntingly and eerily beautiful but the madness clouds my judgement.

[justjenn_2u]

Poetic prose with concentration of descriptive words. This is a sad dance, one I enjoyed reading. The threads of time - break us down.

[Frieda P]

Indeed, thank you for your insightful review jenn.

[KeeD]

Such imagery and beauty .. Like an organ beaming through the thunder in a secluded castle somewhere the world knows not about.. and there I find the residents dance in the ball room to the rhythm of this psychotic beat.. as I observer and partake in it's beauty as the dark raven sways atop of me. I LOVE THIS

[Frieda P]

Ha figures this one is your cuppa tea my twisted friend ha thanks muchly Kee! xo

[Jack...]

Even in the darkness your words shine a light that allows us to see. This one zig zags through the mind leaving footprints in a menacing but oh so well penned pattern. The last line has imprinted on my mind the image of a swaying raven on a crooked fencepost staring at me as I pass by. One yellow eye following me and I try to act nonchallant and blend in...it's not working.

Insanity penned in a bouquet of hauntingly beautiful lines. Very cool my friend.

[Frieda P]

You humble me with your kind words Jack, thanks so much my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Emotions run amuck and the whole world seems to be totally berserk. Demons do a dance with their hostages. Round and round on the dance floor till the dizziness makes one feel possessed. Such a haunting write....emotions expressed exceptionally well, Frieda. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

Thanks Lydi, I had my dark crankypants on for this one...

[Scott Metro]

birds have severed vocal chords,
A bit dark...but that's OK...I enjoy a little of the dark when the soul dictates.
Very well penned..you do have a talent.
Admiration Miss Frieda..
Scott

[Frieda P]

Ha there weren't any birds chirping kumbaya in this one, thanks Scott!

[Scott Metro]

:)
Scott.....

[Cassie]

Neatly shelved as my favourite...it means i loved this one...

[Frieda P]

Awh thanks Cassie, jazz'd you enjoyed my dark side...

[Pryde Foltz]

Frieda does goth and nails it. The black wearing, vampire and zombie-loving, hyper-fan love loves loves.

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Pryde, jazz'd you enjoyed my dark side.

[redflutterby]

A darkness I seem to be feeling myself... maybe we both need some rainbows and unicorns? Oh thats right we dont shoot those out of our arse do we? ( ha...my attempt at being funny even though I can't find a darn thing to laugh about). Sigh....

[Frieda P]

Let me know where to find them Red. Seems a lot of people have been gloomy, must be something in the air, thanks...and sigh, yes indeed.