Sometimes I don’t like what comes out when I go in
from the inside out I’m maced with sin
laced with hate within
but traced with fate, where do I begin
well I’m unstable but great with the pen
no need to pretend
on a scale from one to ten
I’m at a million to the tenth power of zen
bars toting
scars soaked in lotion
that tar coating my lungs like potion
the stars floating in motion
dehydrated by all this fake s***, but I’m untouchable because I float with truth
I’m anchored to my writing, what’s holding u
my flow deep, lines wavy, I can give u that ocean view
I’m considered as a chosen few
if this was a shrinking pool I guess I’m going to rack up as much as I can, where is my cue
u really trying to out think a fool, u better get a clue
smoke so much green I’m blue
my eyes crimson like the tide of that Alabama crew
u should be used to the usual, this isn’t anything new to u
Reads like song lyrics! Nice.
thank u….how are u today?
Nice, but no surprise there. đŸ™‚
haha thank u
this is danged good! I lov the lyrical bounce to the meter. nice work
thank u…i appreciate the time u took to read
I really like your voice as a writer. My favorite thing is that your poems are so speakable, so audible. I heard once that a poem isn’t complete until you it is spoken out loud. I don’t know if it’s true. But if it is, your poems are so ready to be completed, so willing. I read it out loud and it got me on this whole train of thought…like how weird it would be to hear a work someone wrote spoken by a different writer. How does the songwriter feel to have their songs sung by a different set of pipes or played by foreign fingers? Weird, right?
i understand exactly what you’re saying and i agree…thank u i really appreciate that
Wish you were writing and posting more poetry. Not enough…:) Look forward to your work.
sorry about that I know I’ve been m.i.a. but I’ve been working on this collection of poetry I’m trying to put out in january