poetryforpotheads
The poet is to a sage, how a philosopher feels inside a maze. My experience in life leads me to share in stories and rhymes, everything I've learned in these unconventional times. / / In touch, and with IT. There's not much I don't get. I've developed a style uniquely mine, and I revel in writing interesting content you won't forget. / / I can relate to those who you seek to woo. I can touch their hearts and affect their minds too. Rhyming is a fun way for me to express any idea. It's not my only style though, I write professionally to enhance my career. I write ideas, I try to make things better. / / Give me a chance to shine and you'll never regret it. I'm savvy and knowledgeable on almost any topic. No one could ever accuse me of being myopic. I really do hope you see my worth and value as a writer. At the very least, I've tried to make your day brighter.
Punctuation Is Such A Wonderful Invention, Except The Period, Which Defies Us On All Dimensions.
Logic Loses Out When It's That Time. Words Become Fodder In A Vicious Mind.
Dignity Disappears, Their Fangs Become Exposed. You Tease The Tiger Using That Word, I Suppose.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you are all a lot of other people; but the moment you feel, you are nobody but yourself.
-E.E. Cummings
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
She'll always be mine, in my mind, she was just too kind, she didn't see I was blind, she didn't hear me in rewind, gripping the gears we grind. Slipping through the best time of my life.
My heart's shredded like weak lettuce, no function ****** relapsing sex-addict. Choice is asymptomatic my anticlimactic, sexless ****** maggot.
She found out, I was ground out, last boxing bout. Hot flame snuffed out, no more volcano spout, just get the **** our , you're off this route.
This is my dream now, gotta get back somehow. I gotta get a rolls Royce, then she'll feel my voice. No need to waste no more words, she only wants a new purse, she gonna jet or else.
Sorry story has yet to unfold, I'm bearing my soul so don't betray my song. Ice any intuition, your heart will always win. This body is prepossessed, we are slaves to libido's blessing.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
I'm A Poet, Writer Of The Highest Order. When I Put Pen To Paper, There Are No Borders.
I Can Introduce You To The Amazing, Vaccinate You With Hope. I Can Clean Your Thoughts Like Pope-On-A-Rope.
I Give All Of My Innards My Deepest Insides, All Of My Tears And My Purposeful Pride.
Thoughtlessness Is A Common Malady, You Should Think Twice Before It Infects Me.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC