My Stalker

Twisted poetry contest

Eyes burning into me;
Leaving shivers as they strike
Then look away.

Anger hanging around me;
Chokingly thick in the air
Like a steamy summer smog.

Movement quickening near me;
Stalking my ever motion-
A puma awaiting its prey.

Sound slamming through me;
Warning that the time
Is now at hand.

Okay, Dear, I'm done now.
You may have the bathroom.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Funny stuff. Thanks for sharing.

[JayceeC]

Well this is my house if I'm taking too long.

[Willard Wells]

Oh no exactly. I write from life too and the real can be so many things, but of course a lot of us write from life or learned experiences. But it seems to be good for the mind to be more open like this about the day to day experience.

[CD Campbell]

Very nice Jan. This was Oh so serious then the last two lines were genius. You should write more of these. CD

[JayceeC]

I used to write a ton of them but the forum I wrote them in closed and I never transferred them to my front page.

[CD Campbell]

Guess you're going to have to get busy then.

[JayceeC]

Lol..well okay..did you get a read request for this...I'm not sure they go through from my phone.

[CD Campbell]

I really have to pay attention to my RRs. I get seriously spammed by some people. I don't pay attention. I just check your page time to time for anything new.

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

I like it. How you can use Eyes, Anger, Mouvement, Sound All images are here. All senses are here. Great job. I enjoyed with this wonderful poem. Good well done.

[JayceeC]

Thanks my friend.