PLEASE NOTE: The original writer of this poem is Sasha Hayles.
Poets meet here.
Where the mind and soul connect
To telepathically spew about the
metaphors
Similes
And verses
Of words unsaid
About those spiritual genius
And poetic fiends
Who's tongue drips lyrical acid
Onto us, to burn into our chest
And relieve us
Of words unsaid.
Poets met here.
And their life line that tethered them to the coast
Of their sanity's sanctuary
Were frayed at the edges
And broken when they were caught up
In the rapture of
Gluttonous
Overly simplistic
And iconoclastic mentality
That closed mouths never moved forward...
Jan 1, 2012
Jan 1, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC