there are some parts of your mind that reflect a darker shade of grey than the rest
and in those black spots lie the answers to why you are this way
fables told of an unjustifiably tormented childhood to constitute your relentless unrighteousness
but i'm not buying what you're trying to sell, and i wish i'd never opened the door when my doorbell cried out "somebody's here"

lie all you want, i'll pretend i believe you
just to buy myself enough time
to get inside before you lose the rest of your mind
and your marbles spill all over the ground
as you slip in your thoughts
and quickly fall down

too many times, i've heard your incomprehensible screeching at my window
i can barely sleep over the sounds of the trains on the tracks as the metal scrapes against the other metal and creates sparks outside my bedroom
and now i can't even find that peace, because it has been replaced with your incessant screaming

the incoherent hollerings of a lunatic echoing in between my eardrums and my brain
cause my ears to bleed, and the scabs never form
all i can do is wait for the day i wake up in my own blood
and realize i've been murdered

the best poet on hello poetry
they keep to themself
they hardly communicate with others
they're writing stays on the shelf

the best poet on hello poetry
writes down what's in their head
no poetry sisters and brothers
they are the one who is never read

I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015