Is this a Sonnet poem with an iambic pentameter?

[Nataliexoxoxo]

Breaking the darkness, invoking thought pools;
Frozen beneath the blue neon moon light,
Which glistened beside the scattered crystals ,
Engulfed by a numb cooling mist of breath,
Reverberating like rocks falling down,
Pieces disassembled blown in the wind
Clouds cry crimson tears into the pavement,
Forgotten, bare, withered as time passes,
Locked deep into the ground, staining the world,
Memories elapsed, days left far behind
Lost in the rapture of this pure romance,
Celestial imaginations cry
Eternal souls displaying rippled scars
Slowly tearing apart revealing flesh

it's suppose to be an iambic pentameter.

 

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close but no cigar

Good start but the problem begins with "blue neon." Just remember, stressed, unstressed. Of course, you can manipulate what is traditionally stressed or unstressed for fun.