Diabolical detonation

Diabolical detonation

A Poem by Frieda P

Diabolical has run amuck
   twisting maniacal wildflowers 
            in my brain stem,
uncompromising angst yanked out tresses
       purging stinging speech patterns,
poetic posies hung upside down to dry
        facing the other side of agony
in galleries of deranged snapshots
         and warped tapestry's poetry,
dancing to the tune of Led Zeppelin's 
   Sick Again on ceiling's concave tiles
my name written inside out
      twisted in Greek braille calligraphy 
calling out in compulsion's hysteria,
   no one heeded the sounds of synapses 
about a fated half moon's analytic rants,
    doomsday's synthetic clocks chimed 
        quarter to a cuckoo's nest,
   still awaiting on serendipity to surrender 
        in a curiouser rabbit hole's electric arc
relinquishing the language of 
              escaped rhyme's detonation


© 2015 Frieda P



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Wow, now this was very cool. Your style Frieda P. is so very unique. Even something dark like this feels free....

"relinquishing the language of
escaped rhyme's detonation"

The way you say things, your phrasing is fantastic. Sorry to see your account is closed.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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NOW LOOK WHO'S HERE!!!!!!!! Hello Frieda. so lovely to see you back. Gee, you left a biiig void in the Cafe.
though this means I have to dig out my dictionary. it must be under a ton of stuff. the others' poems are ridiculously easy :)
I see you have lost nothing of your verbosity. joking apart, this is really good. brilliant as per your usual old self.

Posted 2 Years Ago


0 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Laughing my arse off here and I didn't even get to your page yet Woody! Thanks for such a stellar r.. read more
Yeah, what's the name for this again? I did it in college. Can't remember but you do it so well here. Mine were always disjointed and unconnected but your theme is consistent throughout. I can feel the sadness and depression from it yet you make art out of it. (As a poem I mean, not depression). :)

Stream of conscience.That's it!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Relic

2 Years Ago

PS. Glad to see you back. :D
Frieda P

2 Years Ago

Thanks so much Relic, I think most of my stuff would fit that niche, 'stream of consciousness' or ju.. read more

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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