I am poetry
Take everything not my writing, amputate my joints, fracture my body but please not my mind, it is in my mind where I live, with no rules, no fear nor regrets, its in my writing where I mind only my own, where I choose to only hear my voice, its in my writing where only I matters, not the world not humans but I,
take me instead not my writing, shut my eyes, capture my soul but lay not a hand to my mind, these eyes that God gave to men are no less to what this mind of mine allows me to explore, I fear how useless these eyes are when its only pain and disappointment they continuously take in, seeing only here and now, limiting men to greatness of life,
in this mind, windows stays open, possibilities competes, time limits none and nothing is limited. The versatility, the capabilities and the infiniteness, my mind it's a galaxy by its own, please don't take this life inside my skull, instead take me,
Launch in your best ammunitions and put a bullet to my brain while I led idle my writing abilities, for its writing I live for, the voice in my ink, the eyes in my expressions, it is the complexities in my writing that sets this mind of mind distinct,
I hear you complain of meaning and understanding, coherence and clarity but my flow so projected at flowing, I fear it part the sea while you still waiting, said in my own words that I'm expressionist, but I forgot to tell you that I'm not an explainer,
sorry to leave your egos bruised, art has no boundaries to fear, so is my painting brush, lemme change my poetic ink cartridge, for the flow still yet to flow afar off and beyond, poetic ink is my name, I am poetry
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