Today my thoughts are dry,
am empty, am buried deep in solitude
i cant think forward,just sluckin behind
i've become sloppy
,a helping hand would have helped
but nah, i got none real human
everyone wants to reap what they didnt saw,,ugh its annoying!!

I trust none but my pen and ink,atlst i can burry my sorrow somewhere!

You'll always be who you believe to be

Words
Words
my ink flows like cash
Keep hatin you gonna get smashed

been around the world flying like Jackson
and they still believe that am a mason

You know haters
just idlers
bakers if nothing but envy

My poems are so dark that sometimes they frighten me
do I hate or enjoy darkness?
does it define me?
Is this the person that  I am deep down?
Would you read THIS POEM and still think that Born is sane?

Which person shuns hope
In such a sweet way, that he almost entices you into despair?
Who the heck writes such an emotive piece
that screams help me
But doesn't rely ask for it

Does my path lead to purgatory
a haunting forsaken place?
Why call myself Born
If am dead inside.

Why do I lie to myself
that my poems are filled with light that will brighten my days
is hopelessness a gift to be shared or devoured and isolated?
is a ray of light that frightening?

Am just a lazy poem born, crafted by a tired soul
Words seem illusive when you try to
Pound them out of a dead mans brain

Some poems feel like a resistance
Against some invented ideals
Tainted by imposed patriarch
Who know nothings
but holds onto a scripted reality

Ugh, Am just a lazy poem tuning into
A frequency of love
the ballads and broken heart
the blissful days
the  trust cemented by hope
And the wishes cealed by prayers


Some poems feel like funerals and weddings
the tears that can't be held back
the flowers, the scent
the memories and cealed fate
And the promises of what the future holds

Loool,***
Haha haha
I can't breath
what a joke

write me a whaaaat?
you must be insane

I wrote you a freaking journal
how you reaped my heart and jumped on it
c'mon babes you forgot that already

okey let's try this again
remember the pressure you gave me
the dramas
seeing you was traumatising
loving you was, is and will always be
the hardest thing I've ever done

so yeah
I wrote you a poem
just one poem
but I couldn't finish it
the pen rebelled
the ink stopped flowing
my hands trembled
and my heart pounded fiercely
the words were too heavy
so they remain stuck on my throat

Dear 18th century
I thought you should know that
earth has officially been destroyed

The silent,unsmiling face stares at me

father sat there
and me
across the table

We stared each other
blankly stared at each other

a thought crossed
should i say hi
should I say bye
maybe I should just cough

14 minutes 10 seconds
that's how long we've been having these conversation
of blank words

14 minutes 55 sec
you stood up
one hand  in your pocket

then you concluded
our 15 minutes conversation
your daring

that's it
you walked out

Our 15 min,wait
Our 15 centuries conversation
is over

Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty

but when I read your words ,they ******* me ,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense

They make me Wonder, why should i call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme  
or flow

But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I found peace whenever I wrote them
I floated like a feather and forgot my permanent scars
with these words am a Knight and a hero

Ugh
Not again
You have that pensive look
the slurred algebraic expression
that algorithmic stench
Molten into confusing matrix
Geometrically weirdly shaped

Please shut up
I can't take it anymore
Your meagerly written poems
the frustrating metaphors
baked with suffocating syllables
dude, what the heck is a pensive look

There's a huge probability it won't
delve out any logical statistics.
the equations alone will alienate you
the calculus involved is far ahead of your time
just stick with trigonometric thoughts
C'mon you already know the plane of your thighs are sophisticated*

is that a compliment
Painting splendid imagery
that nobody else understands
a poet lurking in words
always writing  
Unfiltered intricately worded poems

I was here
When you wrote a fully encrypted poem
Words wrapped in heavy firewalls
Decryption code hidden in time
Looping through ages of wisdom

Greek written in plain English
that's what ordinary us see
Codes that can't be deciphered
alluded as metaphors.
and nooo
don't get me started on syllables
Or they call them enigma these days

Those woven words
Those written graphical contents leave us in awe
Only the 5th generation circuits gets it
the softwares involved are not for the average minds
Only a high speed drive would comprehend the contents

No petty malware would Penetrate through those walls
Only a malware with enviable skills
Ones that would suffocate and annihilate
Re program the chess board to its advantage
Inciting the readers that they understand the depth  of that poem

Sometimes writing poetry
is all we've got
Exclaiming our feelings with words
Is all we've got
Fighting for change with words
Is all we've got

Sometimes arming ourselves with haikus
Is all we've got
Exploding bitter pills with prose
is all we've got
Soothing our scorching wounds with sonnets
Is all we've got
Asking for mercy, love, unity and peace in repetition
Is all we've got

Sometimes writing poetry for you
Is all he's got
With every stanza he wrote, he bought a Ferrari
with every rhyme she wrote, she bought you a mansion
because
that's all he's got

So dream

Pray

Shout

Love

With words
because
that's all we've got