Pitbull

I love my anger, I love my hunger for wrecking.

I love it’s clarity, certainty,

How it fills all the holes

I thought was empty, and like an

Employer of the year pumps my blood.

I love the intoxication of power,

Feeling hot smoke coming out of my nostrils,

My reflexes becoming faster than usually.

Muscles almost vibrating with tension - 

Like a pit bull in underground fight,

I just wait for my signal.

Test me.

Reviews

[J.Arthur.B]

good peace of writing, is always nice to try different feelings.

can I recommend you to read this text out loud? you might notice that the rhythm of your text gest a little confusing at the end of the 4th line to the 5th.

let me know if you spotter or if I was mistaken,

regards

[Victoriana]

thank you very much - the main reason I wrote it was because I felt a little bit adventurous to try writing something unusual.

Also, when it comes to 4th to 5th lines, poetry is very new thing for me, I've never really tried it before and even now sometimes I feel like I'm writing a story more than a poem, just adding some rhythm and other times when I read it myself I can even see it change rhythms for like 3 times, so you're right, haha, does get a little confusing! definitely will pay attention to this in my future..!;)

[J.Arthur.B]

your heading in the right direction, poetry is the formless type of writing. unchained to mold can acquire any form so keep trying things.

read your text out loud, sometimes things goes with different inertia in our heads. that help me a lot on my finals outcomes

[Jonathan CuzBubbawicz]

This makes me want to go srinking with you. Free the beast

[Jibey]

A striking and powerful image... frightening and yet fascinating, so well capturing the heat of passion in all its (sic) forms....I imagine a pitbull terrier is all that you describe when he mounts his mate...