Soft, the silence screaming
names she’s standing, sighing
Soft, the sickness of the
suffocation singling
Soft, the sex they had be-
fore the space between them
‘Fore, the years of silence
‘Fore, the mental sickness
-Can’t he hear her scream?-
Loud, the longing yearning
pushing pulling prompting
Loud, the laughing demon
in her head is lying
Loud, the lightning-flashes,
loading mem’ries of him
List-ing years-of-longing
List-ing dreaming-lyings
-Can’t he see her yearn?-
Fly, now, fleeting fledgling
first to reach the window
Fly, toward feet-led floating
to the hallway’s ending
Fly now, and be free
-Can’t he see she’s free?-
©2020 Chelsea Owens
Oh, I can do crazy, Charli. (Inspired by Carrot Ranch‘s prompt.)
April 16, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something crazy. Laugh like crazy, show the setting of stir-crazy or go off the rails on a crazy train. Have fun with the word and the situation, but go where the prompt leads!
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This is good. Seriously good.
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It came out in a metered response to the song. I find it difficult to read, if not following that tune. 🙂
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I’m crazy for trying
I’m crazy for crying
And I’m crazy
For loving you
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Exactly.
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that’s the kind of poem that has such a great rhythm that it should be slammed live
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Thanks. 🙂 Yeah; it’s confusing, otherwise.
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Not the least bit, i really dug and if it was mine i would slam it 😀
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😀
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Somebody has bags full of talent. x
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Thanks.
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So good. You write so well.
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Thank you.
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Great rhythm and fun wordplay.
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Thanks!
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Based on my experience, he can definitely hear her scream, but the other two questions are still being hotly debated in many circles.
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‘Twas mind-screaming.
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Ah, then never mind. He’ll have a hard time.
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Oh, this sings and stomps, driven, pummeled, punctuated by those five syllable questions.
Crazy good.
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Thank you, Master Poet. ❤
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You made crazy beautiful poetry, Chelsea!
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Probably just crazy. 😉
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That’s powerful, Chelsea. The craziness is fearsome and tangibile.
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I do crazy pretty well… Thanks, Norah. 🙂
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