Poets are assassins
Words wound and ****
Cut open arteries
Spilling life blood
Sharpening and refining words  
Honing them to a killing edge

Poets are sorcerers
Words; their incantation
Grammar; their arcane ritual
Sentences turn into spells
Transforming you into someone else
Teleporting you to a distant place

Few poets are prophets
Gifted and cursed with visions
Vessels to be filled
Conduits waiting for lightning to strike

Poets are codebreakers
Deciphering life's enigmas
Translating experiences into words
Skilled technicians
Finding the right words
For exactly the right moments

I write poems because,
Poets are the people,
Who understand how i feel,
How it is like to love,
To lose it,
I write my madness,
Craziness,
Faithfulness,
And like many artists,
My loneliness,
Poets don't criticize,
Like the rest of the world,
They may smile,
Or cry reading,
But never be leaving,
An insult,
Because they understand,
They know the pain,
They feel it,
When i have a problem,
I have no one to share with,
No friends,
Not siblings,
Definitely not my family,
I turn to poetry,
I can write what i want,
I write what i feel,
I write out my troubles,
Rhyming words,
In small thought bubbles,
And crying inside,
No one to sit beside,
No one to hold,
Everything is cold,
Poetry is the only thing,
Keeping me alive,
it helps me survive!

Would it be alright
For you to be by my side
For you to be my bride
To be with you, till the end of time

Would it be alright
To yearn for your touch
To seek you when I'm lost
To replace what I've lost

Would it be alright
To brush the tears off your cheek
To become your light when in need
To carry you and sweep you off your feet

Would it be alright
To finally hold you in my arms
To be able to keep you out of harms
And be your shelter in the storms

Would I be alright
If this were all true
But then I wake up
And realize, it was just a ruse

Put me on your boat Mr Pirate man
And sail me away to the edge.
And if we fall off at the sunset
I promise I won't be upset.

I'm sure we'd land in the stars
And cruise along molten black waves,
Under the light of our lady Moon
Each swell rolling us into our dreams.

Just be sure Mr Pirate man
That you've courage enough for adventure
And passion a'plenty for the timeless
The unknowns and my own zest for living.

Because I'm sorry Mr Pirate man
I cannot tolerate bland crusades
And frivolous words lost to the winds.
The fiery within needs no fear, only honesty.
For I am free to drift like the currents,
So don't hold onto me
Just sail with me to the beyond.

This here in my hands is a small stone
That I will carry on my own
Building a mountain one by one
I won't stop until it's done

Striving forward my muscles ache
What I'm building is not fake
I'm building strength, true and free
What I am building is a better me

A Me that can weather storms and loss
towards optimistic progress at whatever the cost
A hammer and chisel in my hand
From this rock I emerge a self-made man

Not just a body but more a mind
One that is powerful and fiercely kind
Focused on spreading the mindset of its fashion
Expand happiness and spread compassion