The Mind of a Poet: New Chapter of a Lost Story
The words written in the past are gone
Nobody will ever read those words
Some would have struck a nerve
Some might have thrown u 4 a curve
My words were knowingly spelled wrong
But they all came from the mind of a poet
There r 2 previous chapters 2 this story
It's been so long since they were read
My lost teenaged soul has been dead
I have not thought of myself as a poet in over a decade
Between my mind, my hands, & the wordz was a blockade
Not anymore! This makes Part 3!
The mind of a poet is lost
Ambitious (4 a month)
Ridiculous (a couple times a month)
Ambiguous (my mind is free, you know what I mean)
Meticulous (when it suits me)
Adventurous (A fancy way of saying lost)
My writing is unique
My style is perfectly imperfect
My grammar is not correct
My words r real
If my words don't rhyme, kick rocks 4 real!
My soul lives on lost pieces of paper
Those words can never be recovered
This chapter is tamer than the other(s)
No sex, no drugs, no alcohol, no murder
Knowing that makes me wanna say, mother f#%ker!
Give me another piece of electronic paper!
This is the mind of a poet, reborn!
Copyright © Memphis Stacks | Year Posted 2020
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