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!