This is poetry

I'm lover not a fighter, 
me spilling exclamations 
instead of blood, 
its what I resamble, 
the ink in my viens that paints not images 
but setting reactions on the loose. 

Please! blame me not, 
creativity is access, 
mean not to invade 
but i'm without bearings, 
this din in my words, 
put flames to my surrounding,
 
I mean not to brag, 
help me extinguish this overflow
 in my system, 
it just can't be contained, 
it wanna consume everything before me, 
like a natural disaster, 
my  presence devastates, 
tie your attentions, 
before i'm charged for being creative.
I am poetic ink.

not to dilute your egoes 
but to uproot your reactions, 
like acid, 
i'm here to burn not your minds 
but your word perspective and perception. 
I said it i'm poetry 
not that I was born of poetry 
but soldiered enough 
in gathering meaning 
from all sources to your presence, 
of what poetry is.
#Poetic_Ink
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