Starting with a huff of exasperation
following a door slam
via a chain reaction
trying to get the best of,
you think it never will
but have a build up of it,
soon you'll know your infected
putting up a brick,brick wall to protect your rythmic drum
from every exscrutiating incision being thrown at you
there's an illusion
just then at that moment you know... you've acknowledged
that this ...is now a battle
your conscious, but not
adding and multiplying the enticing agony
subtracting and dividing the affectionate affection
she once had.
Next the melodic beat is in containment...
- i have no clue what to add next..
-and need a better title
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gurl.. so glad you are my partner!
i really do like your poem. but i think you should work on the way it flows. it was a little hard to keep the beat when reading it.. if that makes sense.
and i like the title! but if your not satisfied with it, we can brain storm some ideas. just ask!
kt.
I am a bit confused. It flows, yes, but I don't really know what it's talking about. Something else - check your typos. "Exscrutiating" should be "excruciating". I like the ending though.
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