Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
......
'No more boarders,'
the inn keeper spewed
raising her arms in the air.
People once came to the inn in droves
because it was a quaint little structure
with flower beds surrounding it
It stood on the outskirts of town
a darling little place it was
that is until the unthinkable occurred
......
Her ephemeral mundane attention
caress the enraged barbarian.
His fainting heart eclipsing her,
declaring hand of wraith.
Her pale cheeks almost turn
red, yet her eyes melt away,
In delightful memories of his
vicious and dubious hand.
......
TW: This poem features sensitive subjects including drink spiking.
I would love some feedback on the poems, especially about how it works rhythmically and grammatically. Please note, I am aware some letters are randomly capitalised, I don't know why it has done this!
Lost in the Woods
She walked, with jingling keys clutched to her side.
With a racing heart, sweating palms and a swelling in her throat.
She stumbled through the streets as they distorted,
as they twisted and contorted.
......
Analyze this text and try and assert whether it was written by a native English speaker:
Flat Occurrences.
Charlie Chaplin is clogging at me in my bathroom mirror;
He is smiling a staged smile.
I shake my stance—
a jarring configuration is kinkily salivating back at me.
I dread looking in the mirror.
I feel a daunting presence corrupt my flat.
Blackness illocutes decommission.
......
Disgrace in Full
Is it not already clear
That life’s a stain, disgrace profound?
Relentless, vile, and always near,
Its filth surrounds us, all around.
Only eyes, by lies betrayed,
Fail to see this shameful plight.
Through disgrace, the world decayed
......
And of this beast I shall devour its soul,
In shadows deep where darkened whispers roll,
With fangs of fire and a heart of stone,
I seek the essence, the marrow, the bone.
Through tangled woods where the wild winds wail,
I chase the echoes of a haunting tale,
A creature born of nightmares, fierce and bold,
Its spirit glimmers, a treasure untold.
......
i lay peacefully, my eyes closed amidst chaos
i hear wails, friends mourning over a great loss
rubbing my eyes , as i wake up
i have a look at myself - and i freak up!
i find my arms covered in blood & bruises
deep wounds through which blood oozes
my neck in bandages restricting breath
i try to cry,scream,run - somehow escape death!
hearing heavy steps, i look up and what i see
is a tall , black cloaked man in front of me
......
TW: This poem features sensitive subjects including drink spiking.
I would love some feedback on the poems, especially about how it works rhythmically and grammatically. Please note, I am aware some letters are randomly capitalised, I don't know why it has done this!
Lost in the Woods
She walked, with jingling keys clutched to her side.
With a racing heart, sweating palms and a swelling in her throat.
She stumbled through the streets as they distorted,
as they twisted and contorted.
......