i am a poem
i write poems and put my life in them. tell my story with subtle language. i am not near as complex as HE claims. nor as simple as the Bitch thinks i am. i am a poem and that poem is me. i am words arranged to create a sound that evokes a sense of being there when you've travelled not from your seat.
i am the magic of finding the hissing of a snake simply sliding secretely inside stanzas of statements....
i am the beauty of cutting chopping creating couplets with swings from axes. you can almost see the hand come down sharply to split the wood.
i am the fluff and puff in airy whispering wind whirls, you can hear me whisk by flowing like feathery frayed ribbon.
i am the strength in the black and the sturdy underneath soft sounds revealing brick and stone i am the solid found nation.
in me is the stirring together of sounds that have smells and tastes and feelings.
i can pose seductively my lips, dainty and sweet head tilts and eye beckons a bit of mystery come follow me a hint of sexuality
i can vulgur wild and obscene lick bend over open wide slap and scream clean precision whore of words
i am tightly woven and wrapped with cloth of humility bowed head covered modesty hunched shoulders slightly virgin tucked safely in silk webbed cocoon
i am loud bright colored high with yellows and reds darting all directions sparkling electric pop and glare
i am a poem. every poem i write is me.
i am the magic of finding the hissing of a snake simply sliding secretely inside stanzas of statements....
i am the beauty of cutting chopping creating couplets with swings from axes. you can almost see the hand come down sharply to split the wood.
i am the fluff and puff in airy whispering wind whirls, you can hear me whisk by flowing like feathery frayed ribbon.
i am the strength in the black and the sturdy underneath soft sounds revealing brick and stone i am the solid found nation.
in me is the stirring together of sounds that have smells and tastes and feelings.
i can pose seductively my lips, dainty and sweet head tilts and eye beckons a bit of mystery come follow me a hint of sexuality
i can vulgur wild and obscene lick bend over open wide slap and scream clean precision whore of words
i am tightly woven and wrapped with cloth of humility bowed head covered modesty hunched shoulders slightly virgin tucked safely in silk webbed cocoon
i am loud bright colored high with yellows and reds darting all directions sparkling electric pop and glare
i am a poem. every poem i write is me.
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