It's deep down in my blood running through my veins, bleeding ink though the paper, I breath my words into life, I am a poet, I speak history in to the future, writing my tears in the sky, giving my body a purpose, inhaling the air around me so I can let the melody flow that was given to me, not taking anything for granted, loving those who love me and even my enemies, I believe life is too precious to destroy it, so I'll kill you with my words, I write poetry, make sure every word is a assassination to you character, cutting you down letter by letter, keep reading it gets deeper and deeper, as I exploit you're insecurities, this isn't' New to me, someone give them a clue please, I am poetic, every verse I flow is a stab to your chest, stripping you of your self confidence, No remember you wanted this, trying to read me my rights like you don't have drama in your life, step back as I continue to write, pulling skeletons out your closet with my pen, Oh now you want to remember your little dirty sins, spending time with another woman's man, lying to yourself about what's wrong or right, to bad your whole life sounds like a Jerry Springer fight, I speak poesy, giving you what you deserve, a long hard lesson about disrespecting a poet, so the next time you want to start a pen war with me! Remember I write poetry.
By: Sensation the Poet, Kim Edwards© 2013
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The Ugly TruthDreams we tell And lie's we sale, unmeaningful understandings, from selfish people who are demanding, it's uncannily, how we abuse the right to choose, when and where to tell the truth, how rude of us not to consider other people’s feelings, It's silly, the little game we play, but remember, (It's a thin line between love and hate) , and no you can't escape your lie's and deception, It's relentless you consented to this, This abuse, of the truth, you have no clue do you, on what to do, Lie's turn in to stories, and stories turn in to dreams, and dreamers go to sleep, no not one more peep out of you, I know people just like you, Lost like peter pan in never never land, And this I just can't stand, so the next time you think you need to lie, just save those cry, so I won’t have to ask you why? BY: Sensation the poet Kim Edwards© 2012 |
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