This is a poem I’ve been going back and forth to for some while now. It’s nothing much the idea came from my daily mantra. Someday I will be an accomplished writer. Yet at the same time saying- I am a writer (at least in my spirit.)
PLEASE NO STEALING
I work hard to pour a little piece of my soul out and onto the keyboard. It is very difficult for me at times and if you steal from me you will be stealing a part of me, a puzzle piece that won’t fit back in the box once it’s let loose. If you would like though I am happy to loan the residue of my soul out provided my biological name accompanies it. I am also very willing to do personal works for others upon request just for the fun of it. So, see- you don’t need to steal from me.
The Writer
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I am a writer-
my breath pours forth
from pen paper and prose.
I am a writer-
words fall from my breast
like wine from the most holy chalice,
ever flowing never ebbing
the tide of my soul.
I am a writer-
a vortex of of creation
swirls within my mind,
bringing life to what never was
though when written will forever be.
I am a writer-
my heart beats twice
for every word that spills forth
onto the parchment of my mind.
I am a writer-
my style, language, and flow,
are the way I walk, talk, and think,
It is what I am.
I am a writer.
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Not sure I like the ending. Like I said I’m still working on it. My poetry is usually more emotional than this so…. yeah. Trying out new things. Some teens experiment with drugs I experiment with different kinds of writer and I still get that same kind of high. It’s almost as addictive too!
